The desert lay sprawled out like a sleeping giant. For now it was calm and peaceful--just resting in the coolness of the nearing dawn. In a matter of hours the desert would change from this docile thing into a vicious beast ready to engulf anyone foolish enough to tread on her in the daylight heat. She would be alive and wild...and hungry. Aching to let the bones of unfortunate souls bleach on her surface.
Luckily, Silas had no intentions of hanging around that long.
Creeping over the dimly illuminated sands, the hunter made his way towards the tracks he'd been following. Scrags, he called them--big, ugly, dumb lizards sporting six legs that tended to move in packs. Now, he had no interest in taking on these brutes...but they had a habit of bringing their kills back to their home dens. And where the spoils fell, so did their valuables. Now, he wasn't above robbing the dead. After all, they were currently making their way through lizard intestines...it's not like they were going to be using it anymore.
His time in this wasteland was nearing an end. At least long enough to make it back to civilization to cash in on his spoils. Peering up over the next dune carefully, he expected to find a mass of lizard flesh all huddled together to try and keep their cold blood from freezing in the night. Instead, what Silas saw was a small community of tents seemingly abandoned. No lamps, no fires, no patrol.
"Well, maybe the beasts aren't so worthless." He sneered to himself as he crept over the dune and started his way towards the camp. He would make enough off this haul to buy himself a pretty new pistol, he could see it already.
Luckily, Silas had no intentions of hanging around that long.
Creeping over the dimly illuminated sands, the hunter made his way towards the tracks he'd been following. Scrags, he called them--big, ugly, dumb lizards sporting six legs that tended to move in packs. Now, he had no interest in taking on these brutes...but they had a habit of bringing their kills back to their home dens. And where the spoils fell, so did their valuables. Now, he wasn't above robbing the dead. After all, they were currently making their way through lizard intestines...it's not like they were going to be using it anymore.
His time in this wasteland was nearing an end. At least long enough to make it back to civilization to cash in on his spoils. Peering up over the next dune carefully, he expected to find a mass of lizard flesh all huddled together to try and keep their cold blood from freezing in the night. Instead, what Silas saw was a small community of tents seemingly abandoned. No lamps, no fires, no patrol.
"Well, maybe the beasts aren't so worthless." He sneered to himself as he crept over the dune and started his way towards the camp. He would make enough off this haul to buy himself a pretty new pistol, he could see it already.