Post by rookfur on Jun 29, 2015 8:12:42 GMT
A cool, dry breeze rushes over the quiet desert floor - rolling over the dunes on an aimless journey. Always seeming like it touched all ends of Kel Del in some magical way. As the sun slowly set small bugs chirped and snag their woeful songs which for most was their final song. The desert is a unforgiving beast of a cycle; consuming everything and everyone as it pleases and rarely returning a favor.
As night approached, it seemed as if the desert itself let out a tired sigh. Hushing its unsettled inhabitants and easing itself for a quick slumber before returning to its true unforgiving nature.
I don’t know what it is about the desert that attracted me to it, but there is a certain untapped beauty in it. Maybe I’m just crazy or maybe the sun has gotten to my head..but who will ever know. All I know is that I will never leave it. Not even when I’m dead and gone. Every fiber in my body, no…my very existence belongs to the desert. I guess you could say I’m not like most Akriri in that sense.
My name is Horus and I’m really a nobody. All my life I have lived in the Norther Oasis and desert. It’s not much of a home but it provided me enough to get by.
I let out a deep yawn and stretch my arms to the sky. “Another quiet day…” I mutter to myself as I start to lift my scarf over my head. I set it down in the sand in front of me and place my hands over it with my fingers outstretched. While closing my eyes I let a soft sigh as I channel the faintest amount of magic into the scarf. I begin to picture a small, cozy canvas tent with a soft rug and a few pillows. The scarf twitched and began to warp - expanding and twisting until it formed my exact imagination.
Content with my makeshift home I settled into it for the night. Looking up at the ceiling of the tent I began to shift uneasily knowing that the memories from my scaring past were close to flooding my mind. My brow furrowed as I began to close my eyes. Just as I began to drift off I thought to myself, “always here to remind me, aren’t you...?” With that last thought lingering in my mind I let the night engulf me with my mind slipping off into a dark sea of memories.
As night approached, it seemed as if the desert itself let out a tired sigh. Hushing its unsettled inhabitants and easing itself for a quick slumber before returning to its true unforgiving nature.
I don’t know what it is about the desert that attracted me to it, but there is a certain untapped beauty in it. Maybe I’m just crazy or maybe the sun has gotten to my head..but who will ever know. All I know is that I will never leave it. Not even when I’m dead and gone. Every fiber in my body, no…my very existence belongs to the desert. I guess you could say I’m not like most Akriri in that sense.
My name is Horus and I’m really a nobody. All my life I have lived in the Norther Oasis and desert. It’s not much of a home but it provided me enough to get by.
I let out a deep yawn and stretch my arms to the sky. “Another quiet day…” I mutter to myself as I start to lift my scarf over my head. I set it down in the sand in front of me and place my hands over it with my fingers outstretched. While closing my eyes I let a soft sigh as I channel the faintest amount of magic into the scarf. I begin to picture a small, cozy canvas tent with a soft rug and a few pillows. The scarf twitched and began to warp - expanding and twisting until it formed my exact imagination.
Content with my makeshift home I settled into it for the night. Looking up at the ceiling of the tent I began to shift uneasily knowing that the memories from my scaring past were close to flooding my mind. My brow furrowed as I began to close my eyes. Just as I began to drift off I thought to myself, “always here to remind me, aren’t you...?” With that last thought lingering in my mind I let the night engulf me with my mind slipping off into a dark sea of memories.
