Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-25828117-20150507142759

He couldn’t remember…

It hadn’t even been so long yet he just couldn’t remember the amount of time he had spent walking. His mind way broken and dry, along with his throat and other vital organs, everything hurt. And the will to just drop to the sand and give in was stronger than ever.

Arik’s eyes were bloodshot red, his tongue and insides had coloured from a healthy red to a sterile white. His joints felt heavy and brittle, like they could snap any moment, un top of that he kept losing his balance constantly, which made the dunes of the desert look like moving waves.

This one… Over this one… The redguard told himself reassuringly

The city should be over this last hill…

The poor man scrambled over the top, only to once again find a desolate descent waiting for him.

At this point though, Arik couldn’t even get mad. His eyes rolled down, aching as the lack of fluids made them burn like someone had thrown sand into them.

The redguard sighed and started his descent, not really thinking of anything at this point, since that might lead to disappointment in some shape or form. The primal urge to survive had taken over, the basic functions of his body were starting to take effort.

It was only while he was descending clumsily as he did, that he noticed something in the corner of his right eye. A sand dune had hidden it from his view while he stood tall a few steps back.

The redguard quickly shifted his gaze, it seemed to be a black spot of sorts, standing out in this depressing sea of sand. A small surge of energy gave him hope. Just about anything out of the ordinary would captivate him now.

''What’s that? ''

The man asked himself while he quickly tried to make his way towards it, running on the uneven ground, causing him to nearly slip more than once as the sand shifted under his feet.

The black heap got closer, the shape became clearer

It was…

A dead horse.

Arik now stood over the deceased animal.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Arabesk…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The redguard felt a shiver go down his spine, as he quickly tumbled down next to the black furred horse and with his shaky malnourished hands tried to get the strap off the canteen that still hung out of the horse’s provision bag. Ruthlessly he put it to his lips and let the warm luke-warm water slip into his system. It felt as if he was cleansing himself on the inside, even though it hurt and the man coughed and sputtered, he didn’t stop. After the whole canteen had been emptied, he couldn’t care less for rationing at the moment, he grasped for the food parcels which he ripped apart to then start pushing as much of the fruits as he could into his mouth. It felt like the sides of his mouth would split, though he didn’t care.

<p class="MsoNormal">If one had been looking from afar at this desperate man, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe he was an animal. Regardless, the desert wandered had hydrated and fed himself now. He could go on for another couple of miserable days.