Post by Tempest on Jan 9, 2010 1:43:12 GMT -5
A vast nothingness.
That was the only phrase Tempest could think of in this wasteland. There was really no moisture here, and Tempest didn't like that. He doubted that this place got many thunder storms, or rain for that matter. Tempest kicked at the ground. He was having trouble with believeing that a civilization used to live here. Who could live around so much salt? In fact, why would his father be out here?
Tempest stopped. What was that just now? He held in his breath and craned his neck, trying to get his ears sensitive. There it was, a slight buzzing sound. Mabye he had found the Castle of Flies at last. He shook his head, there was really no point on going there unless he got some sleep first.
Tempest shrugged off his pack and took out one of his blades. He stabbed it into the salt and started scratching a wide circle. Getting done with that, he settled down inside the circle, laying his head on his pack and wrapping his cloak around him.
Mabye he should have told the others where he was going. Sneaking away from them in the middle of the night might have been foolish. Tempest just couldn't show his face to the others, after facing that necromancer and that figure dressed in red. The fight had shown Tempest that he wasn't that good at fighting. Sure, he had some talents, but he was just swinging his blades around. Tempest shook his head, there would be time for this kind of talk later, he was getting tired. He closed his now dull-grey eyes, still hearing a faint buzzing sound.
That was the only phrase Tempest could think of in this wasteland. There was really no moisture here, and Tempest didn't like that. He doubted that this place got many thunder storms, or rain for that matter. Tempest kicked at the ground. He was having trouble with believeing that a civilization used to live here. Who could live around so much salt? In fact, why would his father be out here?
Tempest stopped. What was that just now? He held in his breath and craned his neck, trying to get his ears sensitive. There it was, a slight buzzing sound. Mabye he had found the Castle of Flies at last. He shook his head, there was really no point on going there unless he got some sleep first.
Tempest shrugged off his pack and took out one of his blades. He stabbed it into the salt and started scratching a wide circle. Getting done with that, he settled down inside the circle, laying his head on his pack and wrapping his cloak around him.
Mabye he should have told the others where he was going. Sneaking away from them in the middle of the night might have been foolish. Tempest just couldn't show his face to the others, after facing that necromancer and that figure dressed in red. The fight had shown Tempest that he wasn't that good at fighting. Sure, he had some talents, but he was just swinging his blades around. Tempest shook his head, there would be time for this kind of talk later, he was getting tired. He closed his now dull-grey eyes, still hearing a faint buzzing sound.
