Post by Ghalban on Jul 5, 2024 6:38:42 GMT -5
Just Like Home
Ghalban and Nihiya al-Mamba
Victors of the Dead World Contest
Base Power Level: 2,000 (Both)
Current Power Level: 2,000 (Both)
Word Count: 450
Total Word Count: 450
Text Hex: 801f2b (Ghalban), d015a4 (Nihiya)
Ghalban and Nihiya al-Mamba
Victors of the Dead World Contest
Base Power Level: 2,000 (Both)
Current Power Level: 2,000 (Both)
Word Count: 450
Total Word Count: 450
Text Hex: 801f2b (Ghalban), d015a4 (Nihiya)
It had been a couple weeks since their exit from the home world of Payanor to come to this rock across the galaxy. Ghalban was expecting something a bit more, especially when the scans from their one-way ship detected the planet to have much more variation to it than Payanor ever dreamed of. Jungles, Swamplands, Tundras, all climates they did not have back home, but the place they were dropped off was just one gigantic desert. Sand, heat, bones, and dangerous wildlife.
Their initial night of survival was a small struggle. Large wolves and pack predators attacked the two as they struck a fire at the mouth of a cave system. Ghalban fought them off well enough to kill a few of the beasts with only taking minimal damage to himself. Now, after the hard effort of reinforcing the cave mouth with sand walls and bones moved to create a sort of doorway shape, Ghalban laid against the stone floor watching up and out into the sky at the stars of the night sky. His wife Nihiya knelt beside him, her hands tending to the closing wounds with boiled water and cooked scraps of the slain wolves, an annoyed yet relieved look on her face.
"Ghal, I was hoping wherever we were going would be... different. I want to see somewhere pretty, with flowers. And I don't mean the kind that spit acid or eat things. Real, colorful flowers." She would sigh as she looked over the damage to his flesh. As his wounds would begin to seal themselves from the cleaning, she would wipe her brow and step out of the makeshift shelter making sure to stay within earshot of her husband. "The comms said this world was full of them... All I see is more Khatal territory."
"Nini, all will be well." He reassured as he rose to his feet, brushing the dust and sand from his chest and went to meet her outside of their makeshift shelter. "We just happened to land on a desert. This world is tiny compared to Payanor, I'm sure this desert is microscopic in comparison. We just have to find out way out and then we can find you somewhere with as many different colored flowers as you want." As he spoke, he'd turn to look around the desert dunes for threats, his eye watchful and what little energy he had available to him ready to pounce and strike any opponent coming their way.