A Threat?

A Threat?
Topic Started: Aug 18 2008, 07:03 PM (38 Views)
Alleni Teart	Aug 18 2008, 07:03 PM Post #1
New Member Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #8 Joined: December 16, 2007	Anything done in the desert is arduous work. The lack of water, the unrepenting heat, the endless sand all work together to create the worst experience possible for anyone. Residents were used to the heat of course, and they generally brought water with them everywhere. As for sand... well, people like Alleni had never seen anything but sand. He was used to everything there. But that did not make his immune to the sun that was currently burning his back ad his feet. Yes, he was used to it, and yes, he would never choose to go anywhere else, but that did not mean he could not complain. Of course, he was all alone in this area, so he had only himself to complain to, and he preferred not to waste useful breath on that. Last night, three young women were kidnapped. All but one were unmarried, and all were beautiful. It was clear why they weree kidnapped. As soon as it could be organized, Alleni and five other were sent out in different directions in an attempt to track the criminals. It just so happened that Alleni had found a trail, so he had no hopes of relief anytime soon. Nor did he begrudge his duty. Tracking in thedesert was more than difficult. All traces left on the ground were usually blown away in minutes. Even dropped items were often blown far off course. Camels left a peculiar smell behind when they peed, but that required a lucky guess and a good nose. Alleni possessed both. You could also check the nearby cacti to see if they were eaten at all, but that was just as likely to indicate an animal. The camel pee was what Alleni was going off of right now, but camels did not pee often. Rubbing exhausted eyes, his stretched, ready for night to fall though he knew it would be hours yet. Then, he saw something. There was no use hiding in the desert. You could be seen for miles around. So, when you saw eight armed and mounted men galloping straight toward you, as Alleni now did, you were simply doomed. He pulled both shortswords from their sheaths, and then he crouched low, trying to convey that he truly did not want to fight. The men kept coming, though, and he stood again, ready. Just in time for the men to morph into one blond beauty on a horse. His jaw dropped, along with both swords. Mirages.
	In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.


Taya Kova	Aug 18 2008, 07:20 PM Post #2
New Member Posts: 2 Group: Members Member #85 Joined: January 8, 2008	The wind that blew against her face was as hot at the sun beaming down, but Taya did not mind. Lace wanted to run, and Taya was ready to d whatever Lace wished. Until it posed a threat, of course, as this wild gallop was soon to do. Convi\eniently, a man was rising up out of the sand, like a sunrise. Only, he was dark from the sun. He held two swords, and they made her nervous, but only a little. If it was time to die, then so be it. Lace surely didn't think so. She pulled to a halt just feet away from the stunned man. Taya slipped from Lace's bare, sweaty back, and reached down to the swords that now lay forgotten on the sand. They were small, and light enough for Taya to lift easily. She pointed one nonchalantly at the man. "I suspect you weren't meaning to cut me down with these, were you?" She threw her head back, laughing. He looked so comic, staring so.
	If the entire world is held in one heart, what can that heart accomplish? Will the imagination then become a restraint? Will intelligence become a hinderance?


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