06-11-2020, 08:39 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]The sun hung low in the early dawn sky, yet the desert’s dunes had already caught fire. The sand underfoot was just prior to the point of scorching, hot enough to foretell future discomfort but not quite painful to step on yet. The season was summer in all but name, close enough to the solstice for it not to matter that it was technically still spring.
Luckily, Unsignedcontract had never been the most thick-furred of wolves- even the relatively dark, burnt-red fur she did have did little to hold in the heat. Under that thin pelt, though, was thick skin. She wouldn’t have even set foot here if she were seeking comfort; there were several other factions on this landmass that had comfort in generous supply.
Tales of the Pitt differed from teller to teller. One had spoken of a “yes man,” others of a “striker,” others still of a recent usurper named “Kydobi.” They each had their opinions on the Pitt’s strength, but it couldn’t be denied that the Pitt had to be strong to survive out in this wasteland.
Her pawpads were beginning to feel the toll of the sand’s heat, the sun baking her within her pelt. She grinned, her teeth slightly gritted, her eyes squinting to resist the rays of sunlight. A creature with more to lose might turn away, but she persisted nonetheless. Some would call it madness; she called it strength.
The spikes ahead of her formed a wall of glorified gore, heads and limbs scattered about as trophies- a waste of resources, really, but it made a statement. Many of the body parts belonged to creatures several times her size, though size wasn’t so important when powers got involved. Nonetheless, it was a strong first impression.
The temptation gnawed at the back of her mind to step over the border, swagger in like a proverbial “big man on campus,” but she resisted. There was no such thing as a non-territorial animal, and it’d be pointless to travel all this way only to be turned right back around by a ticked off pack of beasts. It’d be a real Tortoiseformation move, in fact.
Standing outside the spikes, Unsignedcontract cleared her throat, then called out, “‘Ey, this is the Pitt, right? Name’s Unsignedcontract, call me Connie if you want. I’m here to join.”
Luckily, Unsignedcontract had never been the most thick-furred of wolves- even the relatively dark, burnt-red fur she did have did little to hold in the heat. Under that thin pelt, though, was thick skin. She wouldn’t have even set foot here if she were seeking comfort; there were several other factions on this landmass that had comfort in generous supply.
Tales of the Pitt differed from teller to teller. One had spoken of a “yes man,” others of a “striker,” others still of a recent usurper named “Kydobi.” They each had their opinions on the Pitt’s strength, but it couldn’t be denied that the Pitt had to be strong to survive out in this wasteland.
Her pawpads were beginning to feel the toll of the sand’s heat, the sun baking her within her pelt. She grinned, her teeth slightly gritted, her eyes squinting to resist the rays of sunlight. A creature with more to lose might turn away, but she persisted nonetheless. Some would call it madness; she called it strength.
The spikes ahead of her formed a wall of glorified gore, heads and limbs scattered about as trophies- a waste of resources, really, but it made a statement. Many of the body parts belonged to creatures several times her size, though size wasn’t so important when powers got involved. Nonetheless, it was a strong first impression.
The temptation gnawed at the back of her mind to step over the border, swagger in like a proverbial “big man on campus,” but she resisted. There was no such thing as a non-territorial animal, and it’d be pointless to travel all this way only to be turned right back around by a ticked off pack of beasts. It’d be a real Tortoiseformation move, in fact.
Standing outside the spikes, Unsignedcontract cleared her throat, then called out, “‘Ey, this is the Pitt, right? Name’s Unsignedcontract, call me Connie if you want. I’m here to join.”