Post by Striker on Dec 1, 2022 12:03:01 GMT -5
Earth had a lot of terrains that felt like very tame versions of her home back on Konats. This vibrant green isn't really heard of beyond the coastal ring of the S'tarche. Yet, it was more sparsely interesting. Primeval trees that stretched many meters into the sky, the twisting rockfaces and caves. And beyond S'tarche where you got the exotic Wilds. Even the most boring part of the place near Vynh had some interesting sand-cut rocks and pillars.
Here, the small little rodent with speed behind her didn't quite have the variation. Not yet, at least. For as far as she could see there were pastures, and rolling hills, only sparsely divided by small treelines. Sometimes some bigger hills or actual rock formations would split into the scene, but it was easily traversed in a quick burst of speed in her curled form. Atop one of these structures, she'd stop uncurl to stop herself at the peak. A small hill with but a single beaten path and an abandoned shack near its top. Sparsely covered in trees. At the tip of this rock-mounted hill, she'd get a good look over the read of the East with arms crossed.
"I haven't run into a single nasty beast or bandit. Heck, I didn't even really see a mild threat in the land. No random tar pit? No dangerously teetering trees to jump from?"
inpatient as ever, the alien barely had time to scratch the surface of the wilderness here. It doesn't help that she was pretty much forbidden from dashing about the city streets all willy-nilly. Apparently, the last guy who did that wrecked the infrastructure. Wouldn't even take her word on it!
"Lame. Maybe I should go back and see what the gang's up to."
Striker sat herself down on the rock and leaned back on it with her hands. Staring up into the blue skies with a bored expression. Clouds were sparse today too.
Here, the small little rodent with speed behind her didn't quite have the variation. Not yet, at least. For as far as she could see there were pastures, and rolling hills, only sparsely divided by small treelines. Sometimes some bigger hills or actual rock formations would split into the scene, but it was easily traversed in a quick burst of speed in her curled form. Atop one of these structures, she'd stop uncurl to stop herself at the peak. A small hill with but a single beaten path and an abandoned shack near its top. Sparsely covered in trees. At the tip of this rock-mounted hill, she'd get a good look over the read of the East with arms crossed.
"I haven't run into a single nasty beast or bandit. Heck, I didn't even really see a mild threat in the land. No random tar pit? No dangerously teetering trees to jump from?"
inpatient as ever, the alien barely had time to scratch the surface of the wilderness here. It doesn't help that she was pretty much forbidden from dashing about the city streets all willy-nilly. Apparently, the last guy who did that wrecked the infrastructure. Wouldn't even take her word on it!
"Lame. Maybe I should go back and see what the gang's up to."
Striker sat herself down on the rock and leaned back on it with her hands. Staring up into the blue skies with a bored expression. Clouds were sparse today too.
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