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Post by softscales on Jul 13, 2018 4:39:45 GMT -6
The desert alone is a dangerous place for those who go in it unprepared. Heat, thirst, scorpions, even wild cats and dogs were a reason enough. But in a small area in the Gobi desert where nobody lived, some people believe there is another reason out there. For in this one place almost none ever came back out. Males mostly.
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Widowmaker
Aug 15, 2018 21:35:58 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 15, 2018 21:35:58 GMT -6
Besides all of the usual wildlife commonly found in this desert, there was one living being currently roaming through it aimlessly, but it was no animal. It was a human. And a young one at that.
His name was Sam. He was 18, with blond hair, and blue eyes. But something was clearly wrong with him, as he was limping badly. Not only because of the heat and thirst, but also because he was clearly hurt. His shirt and pants were severely torn, and there were several bad bruises and wounds on his body. There was even a serious gash on the right side of his forehead.
The poor boy was lucky enough to have survived a helicopter crash, yet was unlucky enough to be stranded in the middle of the desert, badly injured. He had roamed desperately searching for help for what felt like an eternity, before finally losing the last of his strength and falling on to his stomach onto the coarse, sandy ground, slipping out of consciousness.
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Post by softscales on Aug 15, 2018 21:44:01 GMT -6
The sun would have killed him within hours if some buzzard don't beat the heat first. Alone and wounded he was as good as dead, but not yet. For he was not alone. A slim body walks along the sand in simple slipper shoes. A pair of amber eyes looks down at the person laying in the sand. It reaches out a hand and touches him. It felt the heat radiating off his exposed skin, also the air still pushing out through his nose. Reaching out both hands, slips under his arms and worms its way to get him on their back. The person was taller than them, but with it's own strength slowly carried him across the desert while his feet skidded the sand
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Widowmaker
Aug 15, 2018 22:02:19 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 15, 2018 22:02:19 GMT -6
Sometime later, Sam slowly began to wake up, reluctant to even open his eyes at first. He remembered the helicopter crash, walking aimlessly for help, or at least to try to find shelter from the sun, and then blackness. He was certain that he was either now dead and in the afterlife, or very close to it. But something didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't place his finger on it. Finally, he opened his eyes to see his current state and surroundings.
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Post by softscales on Aug 15, 2018 22:12:56 GMT -6
All around was smooth stone and fabric. The one that found him brought him to an temple that was long abandoned. But after the people had either left or died a new person has taken care and moved in making it home. It looked fit for a king. The walls were like polished stone. Drapes and banners decorated the walls. In the middle of the room was a small table for a bedside with a silver goblet and a silver vose for pouring drinks. There were some desert fruits in a bowl right next to it. Sam was seated in a cushy bed with lots of pillows for support and style. "I was beginning to wonder if you would awake," she a voice. Off to the side of the root, seated in a chair like a throne was a woman looking to be in her twenties. She had tanned skin and amber eyes. Short black hair with gold accessories decorated in it. Her clothes were like silky veils as if she were a belly dancer.
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Widowmaker
Aug 15, 2018 22:21:47 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 15, 2018 22:21:47 GMT -6
Sam could only stare blankly at her at first. Surely he must have been hallucinating. It made no sense for him to have woken up in some kind of lavish throne room. It was much more realistic to have opened his eyes to see vultures circling above him, or even a pack of coyotes closing in on him, being vulnerable prey. A beautiful woman was the last thing he had expected to see.
"W-what happened...?" he finally croaked out, his throat incredibly dry. "Where... Whaere am I...? Who...?"
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Post by softscales on Aug 15, 2018 22:25:17 GMT -6
The woman walks to him and pours him some water into the goblet. She then holds it out in front of him to take. "Who I am is one who knows these desert lands and is mistress of this temple. I am known as Shenon. I was out looking for food and found you."
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Widowmaker
Aug 15, 2018 22:40:18 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 15, 2018 22:40:18 GMT -6
Due to his injuries, Sam had to move very slowly as he grabbed the goblet and brought it to his lips to drink from it, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.
"How... How is there a palace out here?" he asked. "I've never heard of anything like that in the Gobi desert."
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Post by softscales on Aug 15, 2018 22:48:20 GMT -6
"There are monuments from long dead civilizations everywhere on this world. Just throw a stone and you may hit one even if it's just ruble." The woman stares at his face. "Your injuries don't look to be of an animal. Did you take a tumble?" She walks away to the side of the room and walks behind a curtain, but comes right back within seconds. In her hand she had a knapsack. Taking a seat on the side she looks over his injuries again. Rummaging through the bag she pulls out a aloe leaf and cuts it open with a small knife also from the bag. Cutting it open she then placed the inside section to his head where the cut was. Aloe is perfect for replacing an ice pack.
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Widowmaker
Aug 16, 2018 21:43:46 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 16, 2018 21:43:46 GMT -6
"It was more than a tumble." Sam said solemnly, the accident playing over and over again in his head. "I was in a helicopter ride, something malfunctioned, and...
He stopped, feeling much too weak to go through the trouble of describing his trauma. When the alone leaf was placed onto his forehead, he involuntarily winced due to the soreness.
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Post by softscales on Aug 16, 2018 22:14:17 GMT -6
"Was it only you?" she asked. She then removes the leaf and gets to work on bandaging the scraps with the medical kit she had.
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Widowmaker
Aug 16, 2018 22:30:02 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 16, 2018 22:30:02 GMT -6
Sam softly shook his head. "No. There were a couple of others. But I don't think they made it. There was so much wreckage, and I had no time to search for bodies through all of it."
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Post by softscales on Aug 16, 2018 22:34:35 GMT -6
Shenon ties a bandage to his head for the gash that was there. "I am sorry for that. None of your injuries seem great so I'd say you'll live. Help yourself." She holds out a hand to the food and water that was on the stand. "It's hard living in a desert. But fortunately I know where to get food and water whenever I wish. So I'm fine to share."
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Widowmaker
Aug 16, 2018 22:59:34 GMT -6
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Post by sleepwatcher on Aug 16, 2018 22:59:34 GMT -6
Sam reached for some food, but suddenly froze, his hand hovering over a piece of fruit. Everything seemed so off, like he should be nervous about something. There were so many questions he had about his apparent stroke of luck in being rescued by this woman, and frankly he didn't know where to start.
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Post by softscales on Aug 16, 2018 23:07:09 GMT -6
"What's the problem?" she asked. "They're not poisoned." Shenone grabs a red fruit that looked a lot like a chile pepper. She took a bite from it and swallowed. "Strawberry pincushion. They'er my favorite."
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