Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-27783182-20150430234740

The Retroriffic Man wrote: Arik felt.

For a moment he had thought he was dead. But it appeared not so, when he slowly came back to his senses. It was quiet now. The cries of wind from earlier were gone, replaced by soft whispers and heat.

A sound escaped from his chapped dry lips. It felt like they had molten together even.

“Hmmm”

He felt his eyes flicker around under his eyelids, whom felt too heavy to open. But eventually he managed to do so, inviting the afternoon sun to directly seep into his iris. In front of his vision blotches danced as he got used to the bright light.



His body felt cooler than his face. Like they were resting in the perfect temperature. Yet he could not move them. Or well… It took a lot of effort. When he did move his arms he felt sand softly move around, filling the gap were his arms used to be. He had been partially buried.

It all came back to him at this moment. “The sandstorm, the horse, the fall…”

Arik slowly tried to stand up, feeling the sand rush off his back and the rest of his body. Now using one hand to shield his face from the glaring sun.

He looked back and saw a large trail embedded in sand all the way down from the tall dune behind him. It seemed he had stumbled into a big crater-like ditch in the desert. Quite a few feet actually…

Arik shook himself off, getting rid of all the sand that was still sticking to him and crawled back up the dune he had fallen down. On all fours and with a lot of effort he crawled his way back up. The annoying feeling of sand slipping away under your step made it seem like the hill was pulling him back down, but eventually he got back up.

Panting and out of breath because of that particular ordeal Arik could finally see where he was.

The answer to that question would be: Nowhere.

Literally for miles and miles around. Nothing but desert, and his horse was nowhere to be seen.

“Arabesk!” Arik shouted. His voice was hoarse and his lips burned but he didn’t care.

“Arabesk!” once again….

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<p class="MsoNormal">This would continue for a few minutes before Arik collapsed again. This time on his ass. Now, he sat up straight and looked ahead into the dancing horizon.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had no transportation, no equipment, no food… no water…

<p class="MsoNormal">All he could do now was wait, for the night so he could see where he was on his celestial map.

<p class="MsoNormal">Arik by now, had accepted this expedition would one day be his death… But he would find Mazaruk before that eventual day came.

<p class="MsoNormal">He just had to…

(I just found this now. Damnit D:<

Chance of RPing wasted :/)