On the Back of the Wind

[XSKip 40]

It starts with the signs on the horizon of the north and the lighter wind gusting pebbles across the crude streets and bending the branches of stout scrub brush. The breeze has a faint smell that reminds some of the times in Athera. The sign on the horizon is a darker gray that gets orange as it starts to blot the sun. As it approaches the goi the dust clouds blowing over the clay hills like ghostly cavalry charging. The uruks are no stranger to these storms, with the pitiful sand and gusts having no effect on their tough hide. They go about their business, preparing for the brunt of the storm.

 

With their preparations completed it begins. Slowly they hear the wind , starting with a low moan but increases in pitch the wind with winged speed flings dust through the cracks and crags of the desert with the vengeance of the vilest daemons. Smaller rocks go rolling like children's toys. Clay pots that weren't moved inside are flailed back and forth on the the ropes they are attached to. It is through this torched fog that the shadow of a rider can be seen, slowly moving between the buildings in the tearing howling wind. Slowly the wind abates and the rider is visible.

 

He sits atop his scarred companion, both etched and hardened from their time in the wild. Kol coughs out some of the dust. "Wull, Nugolu, wi am bi bakk."

 

((This is just a more formal thing of having Kol return back to his people after going to the wilds for a long period of time. Look forward to seeing you guys in RP!))

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