Dustbowl Dance May 23, 2010 1:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Faxe Zaphidi on May 23, 2010 1:14:17 GMT -5
Get out of here.
Those words were inebriated by a thick brew of anger. They foamed with an intense hatred, a sadness - everything a mother could feel when facing a danger to her offspring. And he was a danger, even if he didn't admit it to himself. They had stayed with him through his travels from the sand dunes of his home, more memorable to the stranger than his sibling's defeated eyes.
Zap had heard those words, and he ran. Nimble as the hybrid was, with those long and awkward legs - a small body, compact, built for life among the desert - he was well versed in the art of running. The sands had floated below him as he flew, stride after stride. Barely a mark upon the grains of red and white, gold and brown; what marks his thin paws made were abolished by the wind. Nobody would be following, nobody cared where he went - Get out.
The night had come and gone, chilling the earth for a few hours, only to be forced away by the power of the sun. The heat did not bother him - even with that mottled coat of his, Faxe Zaphidi was built for this life. A small body did not use very much heat; the coarse white patches of fur deflected most of it anyways. For good measure the boy would stop every few hours to roll in the dust, coating himself with the tiny jewels. His body was tainted by the various shades, giving him a relief from the sun and a form of camouflage.
But then, why would you need camouflage if nobody cared about where you went? If nobody knew who you were?
Today was a new day, and Zap had crossed in to the Xanion Plains. He didn't know this of course, especially when all the sand looked the same - he just knew that his home was that way, and 'not home' was.. Everywhere else. This barren land was his home, the entire stretch of it, so it really didn't matter to him where his body really was. With the day fresh, the sun had yet to bake the earth - it still held the slightest chill of night. Still, Zap was looking for shade. He wanted a place to lay down and rest his legs, they had been pumping for three or four days now. Constant, forceful running. He would have to rest now - maybe find a meal later, if he had the strength.
A yawn broke the stillness as he stood there, looming over the dunes of sand from a nice hill. He surveyed the surrounding area lazily for a safe place to lay low for a while, yet could not spot anything. This place was so strange to him, maybe he'd have to ask for directions.