Post by njrk97 on Oct 26, 2015 10:09:58 GMT
((This happens post Learning from Icarus, as such Alex currently has this form))
The endless dunes stretched on till the horizon, slowly dancing and shifting to the chorus of the winds. The song of the desert itself, to most this place would be considered harsh and dry but to gems the area posed nothing but a minor inconvenience and interesting change of scenery. The contrast compared to the coastal town was evident, yet despite this humans had once inhabited here aswell, mining and searching for artefacts of a long past era of their history. It was appropriate though that a figure currently wandered through here. Like the humans he was looking for his past, his calling, who he was. In the violent and natural light his gemstone glowed green, occasionally shifting to colours of red and purple. His purple jacket slowly fluttered in the picking up winds and a set of maroon and blue goggles covered his eyes and protected them from the sand that had began to travel.
In a instant though the sands stirred, picked up by forces beyond and thrown and the landscape itself. The sandstorm had rolled in quickly and determined, angrily beating against those who stayed in the open. The figure though seemed unaffected, blow as it might it was as if a barrier had been build around him, a small dome that redirected the sand away and left him unharmed. Despite this though the figure made its way into a nearby cropping of rocks, created by humans, deep tunnels travelled through the rock and moved underground, illuminated by lanterns of small flames. The figure moved into this structures, moving deeper and deeper to escape the storm.
The endless dunes stretched on till the horizon, slowly dancing and shifting to the chorus of the winds. The song of the desert itself, to most this place would be considered harsh and dry but to gems the area posed nothing but a minor inconvenience and interesting change of scenery. The contrast compared to the coastal town was evident, yet despite this humans had once inhabited here aswell, mining and searching for artefacts of a long past era of their history. It was appropriate though that a figure currently wandered through here. Like the humans he was looking for his past, his calling, who he was. In the violent and natural light his gemstone glowed green, occasionally shifting to colours of red and purple. His purple jacket slowly fluttered in the picking up winds and a set of maroon and blue goggles covered his eyes and protected them from the sand that had began to travel.
In a instant though the sands stirred, picked up by forces beyond and thrown and the landscape itself. The sandstorm had rolled in quickly and determined, angrily beating against those who stayed in the open. The figure though seemed unaffected, blow as it might it was as if a barrier had been build around him, a small dome that redirected the sand away and left him unharmed. Despite this though the figure made its way into a nearby cropping of rocks, created by humans, deep tunnels travelled through the rock and moved underground, illuminated by lanterns of small flames. The figure moved into this structures, moving deeper and deeper to escape the storm.