Moving MountainsSabastia scoffed before answering. "You're not looking for anything, boyo. Just pay attention."Moving Mountains by AlexIscariot
She was leaning forwards on her elbows, watching the Amurru intently. Her dark eyes were riveting.
Hathor signaled for the others to leave her. The staff now clenched in her right hand, ebony and adorned with dangling golden trinkets, was held at an arm's length before her, pointing north. The end of it was flat and fanned outwards, but its edges were brittle and worn.
The Ramadi along the dromos rendered just outside the crumbling metropolis fell silent, overcome by the darkness and dust and the shepherd before them. A lone ercinee sang for dawn in the distance.
For a brief moment, Hathor touched the staff to her forehead, and her lips moved in silence.
Everyone cleared away. Like a crowd of ants dispersing from their queen- into the city, into the desert, they ran to the outcropping where Somak unwillingly stood. The Ramadi didn't seem to notice Calder or Sabastia. They hid behind rocks an
SandThe sand was hot under her legs, hot enough to burn her skin if she had touched it without her protective gear on. Her boots, pants, gloves, long sleeve shirt, respirator, and headgear, all dark brown in color, had protective padding in them shielding her body from the intense heat that surrounded her. They were the only things keeping her from shriveling up like a raisin under the intense glare of the sun. The young woman could still feel the heat even with all the gear. The danger did not bother her much though the landscape around her was too beautiful.Sand by Tessbunny
Large sand dunes surrounded her on almost all sides, most were taller than two story houses and none grew smaller than her small height of five feet. All of them slowly seemed to move, like waves on the open sea. The wind shifted the grains of sand reshaping the dunes with its steady gusts of hot air. The area was quiet other than the sound the respirator gave off as she breathed in and out. As well it was lifeless out in
Of Khamsin Wind-Death of ReizoDon't worry, General. You will live on as a part of me.Of Khamsin Wind-Death of Reizo by AlexIscariot
It was very quiet carnage to begin with. After all, Regan didn't want to disturb anyone else.
Finding and eating General Reizo took approximately ten minutes. Due to the guards, who were rendered useless against her, the process only took slightly longer than expected.
Trenni crawled in through the window just as Regan was finishing. Perching upon the sill, the giant centipede watched with the occasional twitch of its antennas.
Slowly, steadily, the female ghoul got to her feet. Her closed-eye expression was one of sublime satisfaction.
"This is what becomes of a man who's ego staggers," Regan muttered, hearing the centipede scuttle to the floor. "Abolition. Despair to those who become chewed up by society."
"Society.. I suppose you mean that in the loosest terms possible as to include yourself as well." Trenni chuckled huskily, raising his fore-body to equal Regan's height. "As all of the Iscariots are blind puppets
The Fall of New Alexandria Ch1When Kismetian humans mention the torridity of their sahara, and how unbearable it is to live there during the dry season, they haven't truly experienced the badlands.The Fall of New Alexandria Ch1 by AlexIscariot
Believe me, the Nambic desert is intolerable.
Red. And heat. And that's it.
I was raised as the heiress to the Warlda clan, since birth I've been tormented, abused, and I cannot even begin to list the amount of attempted assasinations...
Being an heiress is nothing particularly special. All humans are nobles on this planet. Eras ago, when they decided to make the pilgrimage to the sun-sized planet of Xi'Lena, they hadn't counted on it being so difficult to adapt. To survive.
The heat is blistering, there's nothing like it. Xi'Lena has three suns, the main one, Ra, is sweltering in size and temperature. A huge red wall suspended in the sky, and by mid-day it's a ceiling that threatens to suppress us into the desert sand, which rivals it in cherry coloring. Like red dye, like carmine. Come to think of it, many words have b
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