Post by Desiderata Spiros on Aug 15, 2016 14:47:45 GMT -5
Seldom were the times that the tall Desiderata found herself with her neck craned upwards in order to gaze, but today seemed to be one of those times. She had ventured out of the forest below the sands for a change of pace, expecting the landscape above to be only different in geography, not necessarily more captivating. She had expected dunes, wind, and perhaps a thin, gnarled tree. What she had not expected was a castle in ruins, stretching as far as the eye could see no matter which direction she looked. The white sandstone matched the landscape nicely. Had the walls not been a pile of rubble, she imagined the structure would have looked imperious.
What did one call such a building? She pondered, trying to dredge up memories from her human life. Another soul, somewhere inside her, offered up a word, but it was in a language she didn't know. She shoved it away, and dug deeper. If she'd had brows, one might've furrowed.
Finally, it came to her. Kástro. A castle, yes. The ruins of a castle. Did she go inside? She hesitated, sweeping her gaze along the length of the rubble again. It was a large building. She couldn't immediately sense any other beings in or around. She hesitated not out of fear, but out of forethought towards her hunger. Exploring would provide plenty of entertainment, but if it was empty she didn't want to be stuck in the middle of the castle when her hunger hit her, with not even a bug to consume.
How long had it been? Since she'd eaten? This took a long while to ponder as well. Her sense of time was lost. Not something she mourned, but inconvenient nonetheless. Regardless of her last meal, she could always go back down into the forest and gorge herself before returning. She debated. A glance at the castle, and then back to the hole in the sand she'd come out of. Back and forth.
Forth, she decided. Her eyes scanned the wall for an easy spot to traverse, and then she was climbing over the rubble to delve farther into the castle.
Cazador
359 words
What did one call such a building? She pondered, trying to dredge up memories from her human life. Another soul, somewhere inside her, offered up a word, but it was in a language she didn't know. She shoved it away, and dug deeper. If she'd had brows, one might've furrowed.
Finally, it came to her. Kástro. A castle, yes. The ruins of a castle. Did she go inside? She hesitated, sweeping her gaze along the length of the rubble again. It was a large building. She couldn't immediately sense any other beings in or around. She hesitated not out of fear, but out of forethought towards her hunger. Exploring would provide plenty of entertainment, but if it was empty she didn't want to be stuck in the middle of the castle when her hunger hit her, with not even a bug to consume.
How long had it been? Since she'd eaten? This took a long while to ponder as well. Her sense of time was lost. Not something she mourned, but inconvenient nonetheless. Regardless of her last meal, she could always go back down into the forest and gorge herself before returning. She debated. A glance at the castle, and then back to the hole in the sand she'd come out of. Back and forth.
Forth, she decided. Her eyes scanned the wall for an easy spot to traverse, and then she was climbing over the rubble to delve farther into the castle.
Cazador
359 words