Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2014 18:14:18 GMT -5
The cove was a dry, quiet place, sand and dust extended out as far as the eye could see from the ground. The sun was descending from the sky, close to the horizon. It would get cold soon in this desert as the night took over from the day, cold indeed. It was not exactly a place that one would call a home, nevermind a place where someone would chose to be laid to rest for eternity.
It still didn't stop something from being laid to rest though.
Dryston looked up at the enormous mass of the ship that lay before him, wedged into the sand, at it's final resting place. The battered wood and metal of the ship remained, albeit it had deteriorated over the years, like a decaying animal, left unceremoniously dead for what ever reason that may be. Dryston started to glance down towards the ship's bow, but found what he was looking for next to the gaping gap in the hull, a board carrying the name of the once proud ship.
SS Rilon
The valley wolf had been in ships before, both on his way to and from the American continent from Norway, and on his way to Anikira. But nothing with this sort of damage and decay. Nor did he expect Anikira to be close to a graveyard, though that may just be because of his location. He remembered seeing another island in the distance before he pulled himself ashore, perhaps he could travel there.
But not now, as Dryston looked over his shoulder at the setting sun with grey eyes, it would be suicide to cross at night, no, he would have to spend another night in the desert. And he hated deserts. He remembered trekking across a desert on his travels, horrible, just simply horrible.
Nevertheless, as Dryston prepared to enter the hulk of the Rilon, he gave it a respectful tap of his tail, it at least deserved it after being here for so long, it might even give him luck. "Hello?" called out the grey furred wolf into the belly of the ship, hearing his voice mildly echo throughout the hull. Dryston finally took his first, careful steps through a selected hole into the ship, the wood creaking as his feet lightly landed on the floor. He hesitated, then continued inside.
A few more steps into the enclosed space, a corridor, came before he felt his foot slip through a hole in the boards, very nearly sending the big wolf flying face first into the ground. "Damn it!" cursed the male, he had to be careful in here. Continuing his slow, careful walk, Dryston made his way deeper in to the belly of the Rilon.
Word Count: 454
OOC: Ready for this! Feel free to make it dramatic or normal, I don't mind.
Tag: @faolan
It still didn't stop something from being laid to rest though.
Dryston looked up at the enormous mass of the ship that lay before him, wedged into the sand, at it's final resting place. The battered wood and metal of the ship remained, albeit it had deteriorated over the years, like a decaying animal, left unceremoniously dead for what ever reason that may be. Dryston started to glance down towards the ship's bow, but found what he was looking for next to the gaping gap in the hull, a board carrying the name of the once proud ship.
SS Rilon
The valley wolf had been in ships before, both on his way to and from the American continent from Norway, and on his way to Anikira. But nothing with this sort of damage and decay. Nor did he expect Anikira to be close to a graveyard, though that may just be because of his location. He remembered seeing another island in the distance before he pulled himself ashore, perhaps he could travel there.
But not now, as Dryston looked over his shoulder at the setting sun with grey eyes, it would be suicide to cross at night, no, he would have to spend another night in the desert. And he hated deserts. He remembered trekking across a desert on his travels, horrible, just simply horrible.
Nevertheless, as Dryston prepared to enter the hulk of the Rilon, he gave it a respectful tap of his tail, it at least deserved it after being here for so long, it might even give him luck. "Hello?" called out the grey furred wolf into the belly of the ship, hearing his voice mildly echo throughout the hull. Dryston finally took his first, careful steps through a selected hole into the ship, the wood creaking as his feet lightly landed on the floor. He hesitated, then continued inside.
A few more steps into the enclosed space, a corridor, came before he felt his foot slip through a hole in the boards, very nearly sending the big wolf flying face first into the ground. "Damn it!" cursed the male, he had to be careful in here. Continuing his slow, careful walk, Dryston made his way deeper in to the belly of the Rilon.
Word Count: 454
OOC: Ready for this! Feel free to make it dramatic or normal, I don't mind.
Tag: @faolan
