A mauve tounge lolled from between wet, ebony lips as damaged paws hit the jagged stone. The dark boy moved slowly, allowing for the rain to wash him clean of the desert’s dust and dirt that he had long grown sick of. Even here, he searched for ridges and slopes, anything that could possibly mirror the mountainous layout of his home. A dull gorge was the closest location he found, albeit dull, but it was better than the flat, barren wasteland he fought to cross for days now.
Aside from the pitter-patter of rain against stone and his own movement, Elio could not hear a single thing within the narrow ravine. Even the occassional plants littering the gravel seemed more dead than alive. The realisation that perhaps if he managed to climb on top of one of the nearby rises, he would be able to see in which direction to head crossed his mind, and at once the lean shadow began his ascent towards the peak of a decent butte. At least climbing did not trouble him as summer’s temperatures did, for he was born within alpine terrain. If only such areas were nearer in this valley.
Having finally found a spot to rest higher up, piercing hues of pumpkin orange scanned the area. Nothing. A yawn parted the young devil’s jaws.
Mar 18, 2018 11:01 AM
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