put your ring in your purse
05-15-2013, 09:12 AM
It was just mere moments before a new dawn; the desert was illuminated by the clear sky above, every star a path, and the declining moon the inevitable destiny we all must face. The shadows were one-dimensional and moved with graceful silence, slipping between the dunes and plateaus with sleuth and silence despite the tension in the air. Bodies in every shape and color were scattered from one horizon to the next. Lovers, madmen, and the forgotten gathered in one large group, speaking and snarling until the silent night turned into a storm of its own. The moon was not nearly as harsh as the sun's blistering grin, and those who had been here long enough learned to adjust quickly. Nocturnal creatures ruled the desert, turned the unforgiving sands into an oasis of resources and services. Metallic, soul-less eyes studied the scenery from his high perch above the golden sea of sand; wandering over the self-righteous rouge and pitiful peon with little interest and far less care. The stillness of silence in the hellion's surroundings was soon shattered by a scream of agony. Shortly thereafter, followed by the same voice of an individual who beckoned any common stranger nearby, for help. Brave of this woman, perhaps even foolish to call upon the unknown. Rising from the comfort of shadow's obscurity, he quietly scathed the perilous mountainside with a predator's sharp precision. Above the stale essence of dirt and rock, proliferated that of not one, but two women. Upon reaching the pair, the voice of a third party spoke up, bringing the hellion's gaze to fluctuate from one face to the other. It was when the rodent released a sort of arrogant cackle that Morikiah noticed him, noisily positioned atop the lady of ashen color. Lips curled in an expression of uncouth disgust as he scrutinized the rather large, disheveled looking woman and her vermin companion. "I simply can't decide what's more comical here.. Your gracious gift, or your filthy little friend," he growled huskily, molten eyes narrow while fixated upon the noisy little rat, "Better here than a sewer, hm?" Arsenic-laced words from peeled black lips; a cynical sneer lit the contours of the hellion's handsome face. There was something deviating about the maiden cloaked in rags of ebony, aside from the company that she would choose to keep. It was in the way that she remained so dauntingly silent, how boldly she enroached upon the injured woman's personal expanse.. Just what the hell..had he managed to stumble across today? ooc// it's done. I apologize for it being complete crap. >< Quote: speech! |
Gift by the lovely Nams. <3