06-09-2008, 02:20 AM
They scoured the outskirts of the grassy plains, the backdrop of the city falling against the inky black of sky. The sun had gone down long ago, and another night replaced the scorching heat of day. The storm pressed ever closer, the unmistakable acridity of rain heavy on the growing winds. They were sure that somewhere close by, there were bodies to be had. Their fruitless search however, only rendered disappointment and just the slightest hint of rage.
“I could have sworn there were living beings here;” her fingers touched the freshly upturned earth where footprints led out of the area. “They must have fled.”
“Something isn’t right here;” Bardock sniffed the air, his mind trying to weed out the subtle differences between the impending weather, and that of their prey. “They must have sensed us somehow.”
Thunder crackled across the valley, shaking the ground beneath them. Strong winds suddenly seized the land, fat droplets of rain plopping sporadically onto their skin. The air suddenly turned chilly with the threat of the storm, one that was surely going to be a very tumultuous event. They needed shelter. “So much for the celebration;” she mumbled, disheartened.
“There isn’t much celebrating when you’re on a battlefield;” he said, also noting the urgency for shelter. It wasn’t wise to stay out here in the open during a lightning storm; any other time, the reprieve from the parching heat would have been a welcome thing, but the danger of being hit by bolts of electricity enough to fry your innards wasn’t exactly exciting.
Shrugging, Violet cut through the knee-length grasses to stand in front of the imposing Saiyan. “I suppose it would be a good idea to stop for now, anyways. I don’t like the feel of these winds, and we still have to find something for dinner. Unless you feel like chomping on some bread, and I think I got a few bottles of water left I could share with you.” Her eyes dropped to the naked sprawl of his chest, watching as it rose and fell with each steady breath. “Besides, we haven’t had much sleep, and if we’re going to be able to fight effectively, I believe some R&R should be in order, yeah?”
Catching the subtle sparkle dancing across the azure plains of her eyes, he crooked a smile. R&R, eh? Didn’t sound like a bad idea to him, either.
“I could have sworn there were living beings here;” her fingers touched the freshly upturned earth where footprints led out of the area. “They must have fled.”
“Something isn’t right here;” Bardock sniffed the air, his mind trying to weed out the subtle differences between the impending weather, and that of their prey. “They must have sensed us somehow.”
Thunder crackled across the valley, shaking the ground beneath them. Strong winds suddenly seized the land, fat droplets of rain plopping sporadically onto their skin. The air suddenly turned chilly with the threat of the storm, one that was surely going to be a very tumultuous event. They needed shelter. “So much for the celebration;” she mumbled, disheartened.
“There isn’t much celebrating when you’re on a battlefield;” he said, also noting the urgency for shelter. It wasn’t wise to stay out here in the open during a lightning storm; any other time, the reprieve from the parching heat would have been a welcome thing, but the danger of being hit by bolts of electricity enough to fry your innards wasn’t exactly exciting.
Shrugging, Violet cut through the knee-length grasses to stand in front of the imposing Saiyan. “I suppose it would be a good idea to stop for now, anyways. I don’t like the feel of these winds, and we still have to find something for dinner. Unless you feel like chomping on some bread, and I think I got a few bottles of water left I could share with you.” Her eyes dropped to the naked sprawl of his chest, watching as it rose and fell with each steady breath. “Besides, we haven’t had much sleep, and if we’re going to be able to fight effectively, I believe some R&R should be in order, yeah?”
Catching the subtle sparkle dancing across the azure plains of her eyes, he crooked a smile. R&R, eh? Didn’t sound like a bad idea to him, either.
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