Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2022 3:31:40 GMT -5
PL: 20,000 WC: 326
The maima fields normally was a green open area with lots of grass, plantlife and other things to make it look... well a field. But today an unknown guest had arrived, one that did not mean to land here but unfortunate enough to be stuck here. That unfortunate soul was Andarin, the Arcosian warrior for the empire, and he was tired. Sleeping normally was an easy thing to accomplish but when one was drifting through space and afraid to fly off into the vacuum, it became a little harder to slumber peacefully.
Thankfully those days were over now and he could sleep soundly upon the ground once more. While not as cold as he liked it, his frost had made it manageable. He didn't know where he was, but it was far to warm for him here. The giant snow storm around him didn't exactly make him subtle either, not that he could control it. Thankfully the Namekians had simply left him alone to slumber due to the extreme temperatures he was producing subconsciously. Not that one would freeze to death by getting close, but it certainly wasn't going to be feel nice.
His dreams were of his days hunting for his emperor, seeking his foes out and ending them. He dreamed of the cold nights of Arcose, the embrace of the snowy hills and the gleaming of ice reflecting the moon. He missed his home dearly, and even as he shuffled to get more comfortable, he could feel the alien world beneath his jaws and claws. The giant Arcosian rolling over and trying to force sleep to come to him... yet it eluded him all the same. No he would have much to do when he got home. First he had to find his emperor... and then he had to get back to hunting. How embarrassing to be stranded upon an alien world with no way to contact home... This wasn't going to happen again.