Tria 6, 81382 <span style='color:pink'>Perinare walked on the warm sand while the sun made things very dry. Perinare worried about her bows and her band. "They might burn," She said to herself. Perinare was scared to be burned. "I don't like it here, why did I went here in the stupid first place!?" She scolded herself. She started looking at the creatures that weren't bothered by the sun. "Hmph, I don't need them." Perinare stubbornly boasted. Perinare looked to see if there was any cities, but no, there wasn't. </span>
OOC: May I? IC: Draklu Suliman had been following the tan figure for a short time. He was not used to seeing other beings this far into the barren region. Naturally, this aroused his interest. He was careful not to be seen in the swirling heat, hiding behind a small mound of sand here or a scrawny bit of vegetation there. When he closed in at about twelve feet, he could hear the figure muttering to itself. Draklu felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth, who ever it was; they really did not like it here. He edged a little closer to the figure and stopped. His black eyes clouded slightly and his vision began to change. All the sand around him took a ruddy brown hue, the sky, a lighter shade of green, and the air itself, a melting pot of colors, red, green, pale pink, bits of aura from people who were most likely many miles away. Draklu took in the effect for a few moments before turning his gaze to the tan figure. There was little he could establish from the figure’s pastel cherry color before him, though the information was sufficient. It was most likely a female, she was feeling grumpy, and most importantly, she was not a killer. Not in the murderous sense at least. Draklu felt another grin coming. Casting caution into the wind, he took a few steps forward and called, “It may just be a rumor, but I hear he who finds himself lost in a desert, usually starts talking to thin air. That can be taken as the first sign that the mind is weakening. But like I said," he paused, “it may just be a rumor"
<span style='color:pink'>Perinare seemed to hear someone say something that she was not fond of. "Who is it?" She began to be pushed by strong gusts of sand and dust. She seemed to be scratched a little. She got buffeted by the wind, and she gave up pushing back. She almost flew, and landed in another spot. "I need to get outta here." Perinare whispered to herself. "She began running, but she seems to see a figure. "I'm going to be cooked. Even my accessories are going to get burned... ugh!" Perinare said. She began to run, but everywhere she ran, she always sees sand and gray colors. Sometimes, the sand makes her blind.</span>
Cazian watched as the tan pendragon walked. His ears pricked up when a newcomer called out about rumors and what not. Then the tan figure was blown down by the wind. The figure got up and ran in a most annoying erratic fashion. Cazian stepped down off the dune he occupied and called out: "You there!! Stop running! Even the dumbest creatures in this desert know not to waste energy needlessly. Save your strength. If you really wish to leave this desert I suggest you listen up and follow me. I grew up in a heat blasted waste like this and I know how to survive in it. What say you? You can travel aimlessly and most likly die or I can lead to the lands of water and lush green hills." Cazian paused. "What say you?"
Draklu made a pouting face and sighed. Why is it that no one seems to care about us elders? He didnÂ’t offer me assistance... It's illogical! ItÂ’s immoral! ItÂ’s disrespectful! ItÂ’s mean! ItÂ’s cruel! his thoughts carried on like this for a short period of time. And he interrupted my speech as well! and finally he silenced himself to hear how the still unknown tan figure would respond.
