06-07-2020, 06:37 PM
While the meteors had been nice, the crashing- no, the utter destruction that the meteor had caused send pin needles up and down Piers' body. It had caused him to shoot up from where he lay- in front of the greenhouse- and dash towards the nearest person. However, he didn't make it far. The shaking, the bitter tremors of the earth caused him to sway on his paws. Fearfully, he looked back towards the greenhouse, shuddering and shaking, before looking back forward. It wasn't his place to give orders. But the wrenching, gut feeling inside of him felt something terribly and utterly wrong.
The wind had begun to pick up, out over the desert. Swirling about in the air, the sands of the desert slowly started to pick up by the wind. It was a harsh, bitter thing to peer upon, for the terror it was about to cause would be known to the Pitt. And, of course, those winds pushed the sand, the dirt, towards where most of the Pittians had been laying out observing the stars.
Piers' eyes, deep ocean blue- what a contrast against the dull, ugly orange of the sand- caught sight of the tide of the sandstorm starting to roll closer. His breath caught, before he climbed up onto one of the many stones by the temples. And, with that, he cried out. "WE NEED TO GET TO SHELTER! THE CAVES!" Yes, the caves. Piers' eyes turned, looking towards the nearest entrance to the caves. If they stayed away from the entrance, everyone would be safe. Hopefully everyone fit. But being in the desert? That put them in a bad vantage point.
He looked back up, and the duststorm was crawling closer. Once it was upon them, Piers knew- books were helpful for this reason- that their eyes would be scathed, their skin rubbed raw and their entire disposition threw off. Speaking and breathing was nigh impossible without cloth covering their mouth.
"SPEECH"
The wind had begun to pick up, out over the desert. Swirling about in the air, the sands of the desert slowly started to pick up by the wind. It was a harsh, bitter thing to peer upon, for the terror it was about to cause would be known to the Pitt. And, of course, those winds pushed the sand, the dirt, towards where most of the Pittians had been laying out observing the stars.
Piers' eyes, deep ocean blue- what a contrast against the dull, ugly orange of the sand- caught sight of the tide of the sandstorm starting to roll closer. His breath caught, before he climbed up onto one of the many stones by the temples. And, with that, he cried out. "WE NEED TO GET TO SHELTER! THE CAVES!" Yes, the caves. Piers' eyes turned, looking towards the nearest entrance to the caves. If they stayed away from the entrance, everyone would be safe. Hopefully everyone fit. But being in the desert? That put them in a bad vantage point.
He looked back up, and the duststorm was crawling closer. Once it was upon them, Piers knew- books were helpful for this reason- that their eyes would be scathed, their skin rubbed raw and their entire disposition threw off. Speaking and breathing was nigh impossible without cloth covering their mouth.
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO