by Firefly. » Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:13 pm
A desert-themed brindled design. When there's a sandstorm or whatever, he/she pulls up the scarf to cover his/her eyes. S/he also has an old bandage and earrings. ^^
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by Downn » Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:17 pm
so sorry for poorly formatted form >.>
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Khamsin, a name for a dry sandstorm caused by strong south winds that last for many days. He goes by Khamsin, Kham, Sin, or whatever nickname his desert exploring buddies can think to call him.
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Male
Story:
I stand at the crest of a large, golden dune. The soft ground beneath me shifts whenever I moved my paws. The sand in front of me slopes downward steeply, a bad path to have to scramble down with my bad leg that I received from one of my various adventures around the deserts. But I don't have much of a choice other than to climb down.
Behind me, I'm being tracked. After I stole some food and money from those desert nomads, they've been keen on trailing me. I'm not particularly fond of the thought of what they'll do to me if they catch me, so I try to keep moving.
The bread I've stolen from them is almost gone, and the few crumbs left are totally stale and practically useless. I sigh as I swallow the last mouthful of sustenance I'll probably have in awhile and begin my trek down the sand dune.
I hobble slowly down, hoping to reach the bottom carefully and with ease, but after one wrong step I lose my footing and tumble down the rest of the dune.
I stand up, shake the dust out of my fur, and take a look at my surroundings.
Behind me is the dune I just climbed down. All around me on any side stand hundreds of other dunes just like it. The expanse of the desert has engulfed me in all it's glory.
But I don't get to enjoy the peace for long.
A strange sound from behind me catches my attention. My ears swivel back to hear better. The noise is almost like a buzzing, or a very distant roaring. . .
I realize what it must be a moment too late.
A strong gust of wing nearly knocks me off my feet, and before I can regain my balance, a wall of fiercely blowing sand smacks me in the face. I suck in a breath, only to have my lungs meet tiny grains of dust. I cough, but sand only continues filling my nose, eyes, and lungs. I can barely keep my eyes open, though swirling sand obstructs my field of view anyway. Remembering the cloth I have around my neck for this exact reason, I quickly pull it up over my nose and mouth. Through the fabric I manage to get in a few grit-free breaths.
My eyes still sting with the sand rushing at them, even as I close them. I think of pulling the cloth over them, as well.
But then you won't be able to see, a part of me objects.
Then I have a realization.
Stupid, I think to myself, almost chuckling at my moment of idiocy. It's not like there's anything to see, I think, recalling the seemingly endless desert around me.
And so I pull the cloth over my whole face and stumble through the raging sandstorm. I don't know how long I remain in this daze, wandering through the desert aimlessly, but eventually I feel the winds subside and the sands around me no longer burrow into my pelt, driven by the storm.
I collapse on the ground, relieved.
I'll finally have some time to rest. . .
I pull the cloth down from my face and look up to see a very angry looking group of nomads.
Or not.
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by Warrdog » Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:42 pm
Username: Freaksho
Name: Mikunda
Gender: Male
Extra: wip
Important announcement wrote:Nothing to report here
Hope everyone is enjoying themselves
Thanks for taking the time to have a look at
the information in my
signature c:
I used to be FREAKSHO, don't steal
I will use the name again.
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by bee » Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:48 pm
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Username: tabby-chan
Name: Chut (pronounced like 'shoot'), which translates to 'shh' or 'hush' in French.
This is because I imagine this canine as quiet and concealed, used to being silent
for long periods of time with no one to talk to.
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