Post by Flame on Aug 1, 2020 8:57:02 GMT -5
Story Name: Buried Beneath Hatred
Character Name: Ori Acatha
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Solid ground, well mostly solid. The tread of ocean-cooled lava beneath her feet ended as she planted them upon the sands of the unfortunate island that found itself along the path of the Pyroclast. Stepping upon the ground she eyed the scenery for a moment. The island seemed small, or felt at least. The drips of lava that had flowed steadily from her arms dried up as she walked upon the dry land again.
"I'm here ..." Her voice rang as if she were saying that she was returning home. A strange sentiment given that she'd never been to this island before. To her it was nameless, merely a stopover on her journey. But it was exhausting to have made this trip. So perhaps the island could be safe today. Taking a deep breath the Pyroclast let her view rise up the sandy beachside and onto the flats and smalled wooded grove that formed a front lawn for this island.
She took a breath and looked around. The Pyroclast was if a little surprised, maybe it was because she was tired but the hatred that had powered her all the way to this island felt tired. Drained even, she walked up the beach over dunes and the like. Atop the beachhead she looked about. Scanning the horizon she stared at what looked to be a bit of farmland in the distance, but otherwise a small nearby grove and some plain grassland. She took another step and she felt the fatigue weigh heavier than it had in a long time.
Her stomach growled as she took another step nearly staggering. She felt heavy, as if every part of her body was weighed down by lead. How long had she walked, without food, without sleep.
Outline:
- Ori arrives at Island
- Ori finds the marine outpost
- IT GETS BURIED UNDER LAVA
