Post by Uruviel on Apr 7, 2009 21:39:35 GMT -5
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Setting: A small cluster of trees on the edge of the savannah. The tall grasses of the plains are yellow with drought, and a trickle of water that was once a creek drips along the bottom of a creek bed not too far away. There is a small herd of antelope on the horizon, and the scents of various other animals linger in the air. The sky is thick with clouds, the impending rain obvious. Animals are antsy with the arrival of water to quench their thirst.
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Posts must be at least three good-sized paragraphs (or 400 words) with proper grammar. Any and all characters are welcome. Please no heavy cursing.
Setting: A small cluster of trees on the edge of the savannah. The tall grasses of the plains are yellow with drought, and a trickle of water that was once a creek drips along the bottom of a creek bed not too far away. There is a small herd of antelope on the horizon, and the scents of various other animals linger in the air. The sky is thick with clouds, the impending rain obvious. Animals are antsy with the arrival of water to quench their thirst.
The grey and cream fae rested her dreary head against the rocky alcove, nestling into the roots of the wilted tree. It had been weeks since the plains had seen rain, and the creek was the only thing that had not completely wasted away. How the animals had managed to survive this long on such meager circumstances was beyond her. Savir sighed, her eye lids drooping heavily as the storm clouds bellowed and groaned, clashing against each other in bitter distemperment. It would not be long before the sky would cast its tears on the earth, and they would rejoice once more in the prosperity. But too much had been lost for her to appreciate the true miracle that would bring the world back to life.
The drought had caused much more than hunger and tire for the femme. Savir had lost one who was very close to her, her brother, Tavin. He had been not only a sibling, but a close friend. The pair had never been separated since their parents had disappeared years ago. How she would continue without him was unthinkable. "Just have to keep moving on," she groaned under her breath unconsciously. She managed to drag herself from the shelter of the trees the few yards to the drying creek bed. Her tongue scraped roughly against the nearly dry rocks, slightly dampened from the water that trickled beneath them. Even with this, there was no way the savannah would make it through another few days. With corpses of decomposing herbivores attracting more predators such as herself, it would not be long until the lands were flooded with more hungry carnivores than it could imagine to feed. Tavin, why did you have to leave me? The bitter resentment towards her brother was coated heavily with grief, and tears rolled down her mudded cheeks. Sometimes the world was too cruel.
The worst feeling was loneliness. Savir dreaded the feeling above all else. She had always longed companionship, and in the absence of her brother, she was dreadfully torn. What if no one else realized this area had water, and they all died of thirst? She could imagine the emaciated corpses of those she had met along the way. Her vivid imagination ran wild, leading her further and further into the dementia of the heat and dry. And suddenly, as if something was answering her tortured cries, a droplet of water, almost frozen in time, trickled through the sky, cutting through the heat with its moist existence. It splashed suddenly on the femme's maw, and her startled expression was one of both hope and anger. There was nothing left to worry about once the rains came. If she did not have worry, she had nothing. Nothing at all.