CHAPTER ONE: THE ENDCHAPTER ONE: THE ENDCHAPTER ONE: THE END by S-C-O-R-C-H-95
Kendry's mouth was parched and his skin dry. Charcoal black, eye length hair flapped violently against his black tinted sunglasses as the screaming wind continued to whip up the rust coloured sand into the sky, the sun now duplicated its colour. He repositioned the multi-coloured patchwork scarf over his mouth and nose again as it had been slapped away by the wind. Kendry trudged forward, head down, hands protecting his face and keeping his scarf up; backpack feeling heavier than ever. One step at a time. The sand was fine, his black boots sunk deep with every trying step he took up and down the towering dunes.
Dropping one hand to his right trouser pocket he retrieved a hand-drawn map which had two cocktail sticks taped along the diagonals; he followed the pencil lines from 'The Beach Hut' up through the crudely shaded rectangles which represented the Maiman Valley and up to Ballerina Rock. From there the line led off at a two hundred degree angle for w
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
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