(So this is my characters enter the village thread. Im waiting for Sousuke, but its not like Im gonna hiss and throw curses at anyone else who wants to join. Just please, only do so if you have real reason for being at the gates. c
Making it through the blasted sand storm was no easy task, if one could truly even call it a sand storm. To his knowledge, sand did not cut ones flesh so deep that it reached the bone. The pain was excruciating, but nothing he couldn't handle. He did, after all, have years of experience with pain and torture under his belt... in the horrible, scarring sort of way. Although fire was tearing through his chest, shoulders and legs, he charged on, racing over the dunes of the desert. Night had fallen hours ago, and the clock within his body told him it was nearing midnight. Urgency surged through him, propelling him forward faster. The red of his fake glass eyes shone brightly through the darkness, illuminating his path through the storm like two red tinted flashlights.
A pained whimper rose from under the tattered cloak that covered his back. The cloth proved to be little protection against the blasted storm, as he could smell the blood of his charge seeping out from under it. The pressing need to get her some care rose in his throat in the form of a growl. Faster!
Miles flew by under his feet, and within an hour, he finally caught the scent of nearby humans. It was difficult with all the wind to properly track them, but eventually he found himself cresting a small ridge, looking down upon a flat, metal surface. The winds in this area were considerably less; it seemed he had reached the eye of the storm, and the scent of the humans was most prominent here. Gingerly he made his way down the rocky and sandy incline, warily approaching the large metal plate.
In the light of day, his features might have been more prominent. A large, muscular body, jet black in color stood on four canine legs, strong although they bled. His short fur coat was matted with the substance both dry and wet, his own and also not. The deepest of the cuts caused by the storm ran across his chest and forelegs, so deep that if one looked closely they could see bone. However, oddly enough, the bone glinted as though it had a metallic surface... Some of the cuts ran right through scars that were left behind by older wounds. They were many in number, and looked none too comfortable.
The shining red lights of his mechanical eyes roved the area like two search lights, looking for any human presence. Another whimper came from under his cloak, and his brow dropped with worry.
"Someone! Anyone! Please assist us! My human needs medical attention!" The immense creature hollered, surprisingly in a language any other human would have understood. It was a mysterious appearance indeed, this large, nightmarish beast with fangs like sabers, and a cloak on his back.
Wanting to seem less like a threat (one never knew how these humans would react to him) he lowered himself the ground and carefully maneuvered the old cloth off of him. What was revealed underneath was a young girl, no more than fourteen years old, with a wild mane of red hair. Her skin, although it looked tanned, was pale with sickness, making the freckles on her cheeks and shoulders stand out. She was bare, not having a stitch of clothing on her, and she clung to the canine beasts back with an ever weakening grasp. Slowly, she started to fall from her perch, to be carefully caught by her nightmarish keeper. Blood seeped from the few wounds she had received while traveling through the sandstorm, though they were nowhere near being as severe as the animals. Her eyes were screwed shut, their color lost to the world, and her breathing came in shallow puffs hardly there at all. It didnt look like she had much time.
The beastly dog licked at her wounds momentarily before looking around again, his urgency mounting. Was no one going to help them? His charge was human! Would they not at least help their own kind!?
Making it through the blasted sand storm was no easy task, if one could truly even call it a sand storm. To his knowledge, sand did not cut ones flesh so deep that it reached the bone. The pain was excruciating, but nothing he couldn't handle. He did, after all, have years of experience with pain and torture under his belt... in the horrible, scarring sort of way. Although fire was tearing through his chest, shoulders and legs, he charged on, racing over the dunes of the desert. Night had fallen hours ago, and the clock within his body told him it was nearing midnight. Urgency surged through him, propelling him forward faster. The red of his fake glass eyes shone brightly through the darkness, illuminating his path through the storm like two red tinted flashlights.
A pained whimper rose from under the tattered cloak that covered his back. The cloth proved to be little protection against the blasted storm, as he could smell the blood of his charge seeping out from under it. The pressing need to get her some care rose in his throat in the form of a growl. Faster!
Miles flew by under his feet, and within an hour, he finally caught the scent of nearby humans. It was difficult with all the wind to properly track them, but eventually he found himself cresting a small ridge, looking down upon a flat, metal surface. The winds in this area were considerably less; it seemed he had reached the eye of the storm, and the scent of the humans was most prominent here. Gingerly he made his way down the rocky and sandy incline, warily approaching the large metal plate.
In the light of day, his features might have been more prominent. A large, muscular body, jet black in color stood on four canine legs, strong although they bled. His short fur coat was matted with the substance both dry and wet, his own and also not. The deepest of the cuts caused by the storm ran across his chest and forelegs, so deep that if one looked closely they could see bone. However, oddly enough, the bone glinted as though it had a metallic surface... Some of the cuts ran right through scars that were left behind by older wounds. They were many in number, and looked none too comfortable.
The shining red lights of his mechanical eyes roved the area like two search lights, looking for any human presence. Another whimper came from under his cloak, and his brow dropped with worry.
"Someone! Anyone! Please assist us! My human needs medical attention!" The immense creature hollered, surprisingly in a language any other human would have understood. It was a mysterious appearance indeed, this large, nightmarish beast with fangs like sabers, and a cloak on his back.
Wanting to seem less like a threat (one never knew how these humans would react to him) he lowered himself the ground and carefully maneuvered the old cloth off of him. What was revealed underneath was a young girl, no more than fourteen years old, with a wild mane of red hair. Her skin, although it looked tanned, was pale with sickness, making the freckles on her cheeks and shoulders stand out. She was bare, not having a stitch of clothing on her, and she clung to the canine beasts back with an ever weakening grasp. Slowly, she started to fall from her perch, to be carefully caught by her nightmarish keeper. Blood seeped from the few wounds she had received while traveling through the sandstorm, though they were nowhere near being as severe as the animals. Her eyes were screwed shut, their color lost to the world, and her breathing came in shallow puffs hardly there at all. It didnt look like she had much time.
The beastly dog licked at her wounds momentarily before looking around again, his urgency mounting. Was no one going to help them? His charge was human! Would they not at least help their own kind!?
