Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2021 18:00:44 GMT -5
Thread PL: 5,000 | Antisense is ACTIVE!
The first rays of creeping sunshine swept over the ebon-cloaked wasteland, beams of orangish-yellow light sweeping over swathes of terrain as numerous creatures large and small scurried about in what remained of the fading night. Daytime, when temperatures were hot and visibility high, was a very dangerous affair for even the most hardy of saiba-beasts. Hence most of the snap-jawed carnivorous plants and sharp-eyed beady predators were either nocturnal or diurnal. Well, all except for one in this region. Hidden away under thickets of thorny leaves, dangerous cliffsides, and the constant threat of lurking monsters was a grotto. A trickle of brownish liquid came tumbling down the face of a cliff, forming a modest waterfall that emptied into a basin adjacent to a cave opening. And as the sun climbed higher and higher, eventually the beams pierced through the foliage and awoke the beast within.
Rising from her well-deserved slumber, Pursla sat up and yawned, blearily blinking away the last dregs of her sleep and holding up a hand to block the filtered light from her eyes. Her bed was little more than a mass of hides and furs laid out on the stone floor of the cavern, but it did its job. Rolling to her feet in a swift motion the hybrid moved towards the mouth of her home, pulling aside carefully placed vines and stepping out into the grotto at large. It was a rare thing to see out here in the wastes, a cluster of plant life that had somehow endured whatever disaster had caused the wastes to form in the first place. Mosses, lichen, thin patches of grass, and even non-barbed bushes could be found here. Most of the hostile creatures had long since learned that trying to take up residence or bully Pursla out from this sanctuary was a worthless effort. Not only was she moderately strong despite an isolated lifestyle, but the ability to transform into a Great Ape tipped the scales far in her favor.
Today seemed like any day, and as such Pursla would go about it by first collecting some of the nearby liquid with an outdated, slightly rusty pot. It was an odd sight among the wilderness, and indeed many such artifacts littered the area. A fire striker - two types of metal that produced sparks, some pots and pans, and even some carefully folded layers of tarp were neatly set about the clearing. The hybrid set her sloshing pot down in the dirt next to a scorched pit, moving to place a few twigs atop an already smoldering piece of moss in the center. Even with a fire striker, keeping a 'fire' continuously going was far easier than trying to a light a new one every time she needed something boiled or cooked.
The first rays of creeping sunshine swept over the ebon-cloaked wasteland, beams of orangish-yellow light sweeping over swathes of terrain as numerous creatures large and small scurried about in what remained of the fading night. Daytime, when temperatures were hot and visibility high, was a very dangerous affair for even the most hardy of saiba-beasts. Hence most of the snap-jawed carnivorous plants and sharp-eyed beady predators were either nocturnal or diurnal. Well, all except for one in this region. Hidden away under thickets of thorny leaves, dangerous cliffsides, and the constant threat of lurking monsters was a grotto. A trickle of brownish liquid came tumbling down the face of a cliff, forming a modest waterfall that emptied into a basin adjacent to a cave opening. And as the sun climbed higher and higher, eventually the beams pierced through the foliage and awoke the beast within.
Rising from her well-deserved slumber, Pursla sat up and yawned, blearily blinking away the last dregs of her sleep and holding up a hand to block the filtered light from her eyes. Her bed was little more than a mass of hides and furs laid out on the stone floor of the cavern, but it did its job. Rolling to her feet in a swift motion the hybrid moved towards the mouth of her home, pulling aside carefully placed vines and stepping out into the grotto at large. It was a rare thing to see out here in the wastes, a cluster of plant life that had somehow endured whatever disaster had caused the wastes to form in the first place. Mosses, lichen, thin patches of grass, and even non-barbed bushes could be found here. Most of the hostile creatures had long since learned that trying to take up residence or bully Pursla out from this sanctuary was a worthless effort. Not only was she moderately strong despite an isolated lifestyle, but the ability to transform into a Great Ape tipped the scales far in her favor.
Today seemed like any day, and as such Pursla would go about it by first collecting some of the nearby liquid with an outdated, slightly rusty pot. It was an odd sight among the wilderness, and indeed many such artifacts littered the area. A fire striker - two types of metal that produced sparks, some pots and pans, and even some carefully folded layers of tarp were neatly set about the clearing. The hybrid set her sloshing pot down in the dirt next to a scorched pit, moving to place a few twigs atop an already smoldering piece of moss in the center. Even with a fire striker, keeping a 'fire' continuously going was far easier than trying to a light a new one every time she needed something boiled or cooked.