Desolate thoughts
11-02-2014, 04:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-30-2014, 01:21 PM by Helios I.)
The strip was a barren land, chosen not only for its proximity to the estuary but for its desolate biome. It would work to harden the resolve of even some of their more gifted hunters, it would act as a trial. Still even Helios could not say it was to his tastes. Wind tugged endlessly at him, pulling and tugging at his coat. Dirt was whipped up by its howling and the man had to narrow his eyes against it. Cracks in the ground menaced his slow progress, some of them certainly were wide enough that if he mis-stepped he'd no doubt disappear into the dark, others hed just get stuck in, neither option seemed particularly appealing.
The man wasn't wholly sure about his children running around here and yet he supposed that it would be a life lesson if they did happen to get stuck, that was of course assuming that they didn't simply get swallowed up by the cracks in the first place.
