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    Expedition#2

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    Arro
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    Expedition#2

    Post by Arro on Fri Jul 05, 2013 4:45 pm

    Time: 3PM
    Date: 5/10/13

    A few hours of flying and the mountains had gradually crumbled to bits, giving way to the devouring winds and sands of the desert. Arro marked the points of transition on his map, noting also the natural paths below that land striders could make use of to safely cross into or out of this harsh environment.

    It wasn't immediately all dunes and wyrms though. Bits of stone packed earth prevailed wherever scrub could get a grip and spread their roots. Slabs of rock and towers of acacias hinted at life through the shelter they provided. Beyond them though rose the dunes, like waves racing towards a solid shore, frozen in motion before they could crash and wash everything away.

    Arro landed on a rocky outcropping that poked out over the desert. He peered out over the wastes, noting the hazy mountains of sand in the distance, and the flat pebbled earth that spread out for miles, seemingly endlessly unchanging. The air was dry as a fire blasted bone, but the occasional sprinkling of cacti betrayed the existence of moisture within the atmosphere. Arro uncorked the bloated skin of an ox, held the cork between his teeth and let water slide down his throat. When done, pushing the cork back into the skin with some tricky tongue maneuvers.

    He hadn't been in a desert for a long time, but still remembered a couple tricks for finding food out here. Experience taught him that life could survive in even the most barren of wastelands. And where there's life there's prey. He hopped down from his perch and kicked up a slab of crumbled stone. Nothing. He tipped his nose to the rocky earth and kicked up another. Out fluttered a family of moths, which he licked up as easily as licking dew. Small prey, but prey.

    Arro didn't exactly expect to see or meet anyone all the way out here aside from the local fauna, he was as far from the city as he could get. But who knows, all kinds of strange and alien beings supposedly lived in the breach, maybe some of them liked their sun pounding and their sand burnt.

    The drai walked back atop the promontory, stretched his wings -mercifully shading the dirt for a few seconds- and then sailed back into the sky. Heading deeper into the desert towards the towering dunes and dust devil packs.
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    Level : 52

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    Re: Expedition#2

    Post by Arro on Mon Aug 05, 2013 11:33 pm

    Two nights had passed and another was on the approach. Arro skirted low over the tumultuous dunes, like a seabird over waves. The evening light cast the ripples of sand in bloody red hues, their shadows in crisply slathered black. So solid in shade to appear as serpents, slithering in unison towards the horizon and rising up in wait for the sunset.

    Occasionally the remains of a monolith would emerge from the desert. A buried plateau or an old lonely rock, sculpted over the ages by the wind and sand. He marked these down on his map in addition to the distances he'd covered. But so far the wasteland was proving to be as empty as it's name suggested.

    Arro touched down on the crest of a dune, kicking up sand as he skidded to a halt. The desert curved down below him in a great valley from one dune to the next. He could see from his perch, the area enveloped in shade displayed more signs of life than those left to the sun's mercy. Little lizards, sidewinders and skipping mice emerged from their places of refuge to see what the wind had kicked up.

    Arro watched them for a moment before peering about the blinding horizon. The same uniform skyline met his eyes whichever way he looked. The same dry air and the same peaceful silence. He snorted heavily, ejecting dust from his nostrils, then raised his maw to release a long low croon. The creatures below quickly made themselves scarce. Disappearing back to whence they'd come. He bellowed until the breath left him. A guttural bassoon that pitched itself up high like some manner of extinct eldritch avian on the end notes. As the song faded, he raised his ears. Listening patiently to see if anything would answer back.

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