"What do you think we just did?" Altair growled, "We did exactly what you people think we do. We just killed three people who would have happily murdered us, now shut up and drive before more show up when they start wondering where these three went," and his eyes burned. Next to him Night swallowed and turned back around, turning on the car. He yelped when the headlights came on and illuminated a dead body in the middle of the road.
"Holy fuck!" he yelled and flailed for a few seconds as if he wanted to jump out of his seat.
"King, tell him to drive before I make him," Altair snarled. Malik didn't have to say anything though because that was enough of a threat. The car suddenly lurched forward and they drove around the dead guy.
"I'm not getting paid enough for this," Malik heard Night mutter and he had to admit the blonde might be right.
—
Malik had never been to the desert that housed the Rift and beyond. He knew it was hot but he wasn't at all prepared for how hot it really was. It was like standing next to an oven, only the heat of that oven was coming from every direction and Malik felt like he was dying, like he was literally being cooked alive from the inside. It wasn't a nice feeling and he was grateful to realize the others felt the same. Well his fellow Sheep anyways as the Rifters were perfectly adapted for the harsh conditions. They also truly had the proper gear, thin yet durable material that allowed air to pass through, a hood, and thick soled boots to help keep their feet from burning. The only thing that seemed foolish was the length, the sleeves and pants were both long and if Malik was sweating he could only imagine they were. Or he hoped so at least.
They'd left the car a two days back and were now walking towards the first barrier, a fence that's stretched the entire border. It wasn’t the easiest thing to breach but it could be done in a few hours you just had to be careful not to be caught, and if there was on thing movers were good at was not getting caught. The fence was about a three day walk and then the Rift itself was about another three days or so. After that... they didn't really know. Those who went beyond the Rift were pretty much never seen again, or if they were it was found dead in the sand with their throats cut. Thinking about it made Malik raise his hand up to his throat as he walked.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes when Des suddenly ran past him yelling something. How he could run in this heat was beyond him but apparently they hadn't even really reached the desert, just the plains that's led up to the Rift. He followed Des' line as he pointed to something high in the sky. Malik squinted at it and realized it was a bird. Just a dumb bird and Des was acting like it was the most amazing thing in the world.
"Harpy Eagle," Altair suddenly said appearing next to him.
Malik jumped, "Holy fucking Father don't you ever make noise?" he demanded angrily.
"Not unless I want to,” Altair shrugged.
Malik grumbled to himself before asking, "What's a Harpy eagle?"
"A bird native to our lands. Its a good omen since that's where we get our feathers from," Malik swallowed when he said that.
"Good omens?"
"Yep."
"At least that's something," Malik sighed.
“Good for our people at least,” Altair said, “I can only imagine they’d look like death omens for your people.
“Well isn’t that a pleasent thought,” Malik said sarcastically before he sighed and looked ahead. Des was way ahead of them, his white hood standing out amid the gray brown of the landscape. He didn't even look tired despite the pack he carried which had his rations. "How can he... well all of you," now he really looked at Altair and though the man was sweating it was nowhere near as much as Malik was, "be so energetic in this oppressive heat?"
"Oppressive?" Altair rose a brow at him, "This is the start of our cool season. One of storms and rain. This is wonderful weather," Altair smirked. "We are also built for it, you people are not."
Re: Clipped (17c/?)
"Holy fuck!" he yelled and flailed for a few seconds as if he wanted to jump out of his seat.
"King, tell him to drive before I make him," Altair snarled. Malik didn't have to say anything though because that was enough of a threat. The car suddenly lurched forward and they drove around the dead guy.
"I'm not getting paid enough for this," Malik heard Night mutter and he had to admit the blonde might be right.
—
Malik had never been to the desert that housed the Rift and beyond. He knew it was hot but he wasn't at all prepared for how hot it really was. It was like standing next to an oven, only the heat of that oven was coming from every direction and Malik felt like he was dying, like he was literally being cooked alive from the inside. It wasn't a nice feeling and he was grateful to realize the others felt the same. Well his fellow Sheep anyways as the Rifters were perfectly adapted for the harsh conditions. They also truly had the proper gear, thin yet durable material that allowed air to pass through, a hood, and thick soled boots to help keep their feet from burning. The only thing that seemed foolish was the length, the sleeves and pants were both long and if Malik was sweating he could only imagine they were. Or he hoped so at least.
They'd left the car a two days back and were now walking towards the first barrier, a fence that's stretched the entire border. It wasn’t the easiest thing to breach but it could be done in a few hours you just had to be careful not to be caught, and if there was on thing movers were good at was not getting caught. The fence was about a three day walk and then the Rift itself was about another three days or so. After that... they didn't really know. Those who went beyond the Rift were pretty much never seen again, or if they were it was found dead in the sand with their throats cut. Thinking about it made Malik raise his hand up to his throat as he walked.
He looked up and narrowed his eyes when Des suddenly ran past him yelling something. How he could run in this heat was beyond him but apparently they hadn't even really reached the desert, just the plains that's led up to the Rift. He followed Des' line as he pointed to something high in the sky. Malik squinted at it and realized it was a bird. Just a dumb bird and Des was acting like it was the most amazing thing in the world.
"Harpy Eagle," Altair suddenly said appearing next to him.
Malik jumped, "Holy fucking Father don't you ever make noise?" he demanded angrily.
"Not unless I want to,” Altair shrugged.
Malik grumbled to himself before asking, "What's a Harpy eagle?"
"A bird native to our lands. Its a good omen since that's where we get our feathers from," Malik swallowed when he said that.
"Good omens?"
"Yep."
"At least that's something," Malik sighed.
“Good for our people at least,” Altair said, “I can only imagine they’d look like death omens for your people.
“Well isn’t that a pleasent thought,” Malik said sarcastically before he sighed and looked ahead. Des was way ahead of them, his white hood standing out amid the gray brown of the landscape. He didn't even look tired despite the pack he carried which had his rations. "How can he... well all of you," now he really looked at Altair and though the man was sweating it was nowhere near as much as Malik was, "be so energetic in this oppressive heat?"
"Oppressive?" Altair rose a brow at him, "This is the start of our cool season. One of storms and rain. This is wonderful weather," Altair smirked. "We are also built for it, you people are not."
"I suppose," Malik huffed.