The Shapers - Genesis 02They had barely a second to turn around when the beasts emerged, leathery and weighing many times a fully grown man. Their horns were polished white with a luster to blind a man with the sun’s reflection. There was no malice in their charge toward the women, but pure animalistic drive from whatever set them off from the beginning. It could have been the longmanes or a fire sparked far away from the lakara, but that did not matter. Pondering what caused their berserk stampede any longer would result in their grisly deaths.The Shapers - Genesis 02 by Walking-Maelstrom
So they ran. With as much energy as they could muster, they dropped everything and ran. There was no outrunning the white-horned badak though, only the salvation of a harder surface than the animal itself or a convenient ditch that the animal would not dare step into lest it tumble and get mauled by its own. Their hearts pounded with eyes desperately searching for boulders that were so unmercifully denied to them
The Shapers - Genesis 01“Quick! In here!” The young girl yelled to her friend as the two approached the shelter of the cave. Outside the skies had let down a thunderous tempest. It was the coming of the summer storms, periods of fierce precipitations upon the Steppes that the tribes attributed to the world itself in violent protest.The Shapers - Genesis 01 by Walking-Maelstrom
Squeezing her hair and watching the cascading water form rivulets down her lightly tanned fingers, she turned her head as the other girl finally found breath to speak, voice broken in words not her native tongue.
“I see…I see the Prophet is angry at someone…today.”
She turned sarcastic, “Every time this happens you say that. Maybe it’s you.”
The comment was waived off gently with a smile as water continued to drip from the sopping wet hair despite the hands squeezing, “Well, for what it’s worth, the harvests will benefit.”
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