11-18-2015, 11:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2016, 10:21 AM by Zack Fair.
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Blackened ash swept through the air near Death Mountain, pulverizing anything foolish enough to be out in this fierce wind storm. Though the sky was always covered by this cloudy gunk, today was made worse than usual by the harsh gusts that flung it around. One figure stumbled up the trail, moving slowly due to the harsh weather.
Tight blue jeans were covered in what the wind turned into a black powder. A buttoned up brown duster coat shielded their torso, and their face and head were protected by a combination of a brown cowboy hat, heavily tinted black goggles, and two bandanna. One cloth wrapped around their head underneath the hat, and the other one shielded their nose and mouth from the elements of the Ashen Steppes.
Slowly, this traveler entered a cave, grasping at the rock walls to keep their composure. An exasperated breath came from beneath the bandanna that served as a mask, and they leaned back against the wall, deciding to take a break. Gloved hands reached up and pulled away the bandannas, the goggles, and the hat to reveal a tan skinned young woman with blonde hair. She shook her head a few times to shake her hair from it's bunched up state, letting it flow down to her shoulders. She stuffed all of her ashen weather gear into a coat pocket, with the exception of the hat, which was quickly placed back on her head.
Brooke Stryker looked back out at what was the worst windstorm she'd ever seen, in the most inopportune place she'd ever imagined seeing one. The twenty-something girl then took a glance into the cave she'd entered, seeing nothing but darkness down the tunnel. Still, the unknown of this burrow was a better option to her than the bleak outdoors of this verse. She unbuttoned the duster coat, opening it to reveal that she wore a black buttoned up vest underneath. Along the leather gun belt she also wore was a revolver and several various tools. Specifically, she drew the flashlight she kept on hand and turned it on. She shined it down the path before her. It didn't make the trail look any more inviting, but there was nothing that convinced her that the windstruck cliffs of Death Mountain were a better idea.
So she began to press onward. However, she was now feeling the fatigue of her long trek up the mountainside, and simply couldn't move as fast as she would like. But regardless of her speed, she stubbornly pushed herself through the cave's pathway, stopping every now and again to close her eyes and gather her senses. Sooner or later she would have to stop and rest, but she wanted to get to a place that would be a safe distance from these dragons that seemed to cover the mountain. Some were small, and some were massive, but she'd already had to shoot her way through a few and tactically avoid others. The last thing she wanted to do was get eaten by one in her sleep, after all that hard work of getting here.
Brooke stumbled as she walked. Putting one foot in front of the other became more of a challenge with every step. Her left hand extended to the side, and before she fully realized it, she was using the side of the cave wall for support. She turned and looked blankly at the wall, her eyes drifting closed for longer, this time. She couldn't fight it much longer, and she knew it. She needed to lay down and rest. Her body was giving her little say in the matter by this point. With a long exhale, she used the illumination of the flashlight to look down the tunnel one more time. It looked like there was a rock structure moving around, not far from her. Sure, why not? After all, lack of sleep could cause one to become delirious.
She shook her head and laughed, lowering the light and leaning her back against the cave wall. This place would do. It would have to, because she obviously didn't have another step in her. As she slid her back down the rock wall to a seated position, she pulled a small water bottle from one of her jacket pockets. She unscrewed the lid and took a large gulp, but upon lowering it she was immediately distracted by some nearby movement.
Brooke looked upwards, and couldn't believe her eyes. Those rocks she had seen moving before her were now towering over where she sat. They weren't just any rocks, though. They had arms, legs, and a face. The giant boulder even spoke to her.
"Sister, are you alright?"
Enough was enough. Brooke laughed lightly and leaned her head back while closing her eyes, allowing sleep to take her.
Tight blue jeans were covered in what the wind turned into a black powder. A buttoned up brown duster coat shielded their torso, and their face and head were protected by a combination of a brown cowboy hat, heavily tinted black goggles, and two bandanna. One cloth wrapped around their head underneath the hat, and the other one shielded their nose and mouth from the elements of the Ashen Steppes.
Slowly, this traveler entered a cave, grasping at the rock walls to keep their composure. An exasperated breath came from beneath the bandanna that served as a mask, and they leaned back against the wall, deciding to take a break. Gloved hands reached up and pulled away the bandannas, the goggles, and the hat to reveal a tan skinned young woman with blonde hair. She shook her head a few times to shake her hair from it's bunched up state, letting it flow down to her shoulders. She stuffed all of her ashen weather gear into a coat pocket, with the exception of the hat, which was quickly placed back on her head.
Brooke Stryker looked back out at what was the worst windstorm she'd ever seen, in the most inopportune place she'd ever imagined seeing one. The twenty-something girl then took a glance into the cave she'd entered, seeing nothing but darkness down the tunnel. Still, the unknown of this burrow was a better option to her than the bleak outdoors of this verse. She unbuttoned the duster coat, opening it to reveal that she wore a black buttoned up vest underneath. Along the leather gun belt she also wore was a revolver and several various tools. Specifically, she drew the flashlight she kept on hand and turned it on. She shined it down the path before her. It didn't make the trail look any more inviting, but there was nothing that convinced her that the windstruck cliffs of Death Mountain were a better idea.
So she began to press onward. However, she was now feeling the fatigue of her long trek up the mountainside, and simply couldn't move as fast as she would like. But regardless of her speed, she stubbornly pushed herself through the cave's pathway, stopping every now and again to close her eyes and gather her senses. Sooner or later she would have to stop and rest, but she wanted to get to a place that would be a safe distance from these dragons that seemed to cover the mountain. Some were small, and some were massive, but she'd already had to shoot her way through a few and tactically avoid others. The last thing she wanted to do was get eaten by one in her sleep, after all that hard work of getting here.
Brooke stumbled as she walked. Putting one foot in front of the other became more of a challenge with every step. Her left hand extended to the side, and before she fully realized it, she was using the side of the cave wall for support. She turned and looked blankly at the wall, her eyes drifting closed for longer, this time. She couldn't fight it much longer, and she knew it. She needed to lay down and rest. Her body was giving her little say in the matter by this point. With a long exhale, she used the illumination of the flashlight to look down the tunnel one more time. It looked like there was a rock structure moving around, not far from her. Sure, why not? After all, lack of sleep could cause one to become delirious.
She shook her head and laughed, lowering the light and leaning her back against the cave wall. This place would do. It would have to, because she obviously didn't have another step in her. As she slid her back down the rock wall to a seated position, she pulled a small water bottle from one of her jacket pockets. She unscrewed the lid and took a large gulp, but upon lowering it she was immediately distracted by some nearby movement.
Brooke looked upwards, and couldn't believe her eyes. Those rocks she had seen moving before her were now towering over where she sat. They weren't just any rocks, though. They had arms, legs, and a face. The giant boulder even spoke to her.
"Sister, are you alright?"
Enough was enough. Brooke laughed lightly and leaned her head back while closing her eyes, allowing sleep to take her.