Post by Klomonx on Jul 16, 2009 22:36:15 GMT -5
The river snaked through this desert. Small creatures often came to it, and it was truly the only pulse in this land. Only other bandits could be seen walking along the land, as if they were lost, wandering souls. Of course, other members of the Ebisu Pack knew the truth-these were not lost souls, but indeed they knew exactly what they were, and knew exactly where they were. Bandit wasn't the most violent of Ebisu. By no means was he the most murderous. He was not a strong character, he was probably among the weakest. However, Bandit was probably among the most lost of souls among the Ebisu pack, if his name did not give it away, Bandit was very much suited to this pack and its ways of life.
The mostly white-furred dog was a grand contrast to the red sands of the desert. The gray patches on his head were the only other sign of pigmentation, he looked almost like a skeleton with his natural skinniness. Bandit's garbage-bag-and-rag combination, crossing over his eye, blew slightly in the casual wind that ruffled the sands into his nose, eyes, and ears. His ears, which were his strongest sense stung with the grains entering them. His shining green eye could simply squint, and the red nose of his could not sniff anyway, as he had no sense of smell-and hence that sense was useless. Bandit shook his head, trying to get the grains that casually blew across the sands off his fur.
Bandit was sitting with the river before him. He had seen much of the world, and this river slightly reminded him of Egypt. His master had not been much of a tomb raider, but of course occasional heists kept things lively. Bandit missed those adventures. The only 'fun' thing to do in Japan was to raid the cities, and now he was a part of a pack who was as far away from a city as possible. Bandit was far out of his element, of thieving to live, and living to thieve. 'Even when we hid,' Bandit thought, 'we found ways to entertain ourselves. But in this-this sea of sand, the only thing worth stealing is-' Bandit sighed, 'the fish out of this river. That is all that is worth stealing, if there are any fish.' Bandit leaned down to the edge of the river, and took a drink, healing his dry tongue.
Bandit's ears flicked around like RADAR. He was not going to let another dog take him by surprise. Even other members in the group may try to take each other down, and Bandit was not a fighter. He was based on speed, and cunning. Bandit lifted his head from the river, and he swallowed, stopping any drool from falling out of his mouth. He sat up, his squinted green eye looking over the area. 'If it was going to be so boring, I wouldn't have joined.'
The mostly white-furred dog was a grand contrast to the red sands of the desert. The gray patches on his head were the only other sign of pigmentation, he looked almost like a skeleton with his natural skinniness. Bandit's garbage-bag-and-rag combination, crossing over his eye, blew slightly in the casual wind that ruffled the sands into his nose, eyes, and ears. His ears, which were his strongest sense stung with the grains entering them. His shining green eye could simply squint, and the red nose of his could not sniff anyway, as he had no sense of smell-and hence that sense was useless. Bandit shook his head, trying to get the grains that casually blew across the sands off his fur.
Bandit was sitting with the river before him. He had seen much of the world, and this river slightly reminded him of Egypt. His master had not been much of a tomb raider, but of course occasional heists kept things lively. Bandit missed those adventures. The only 'fun' thing to do in Japan was to raid the cities, and now he was a part of a pack who was as far away from a city as possible. Bandit was far out of his element, of thieving to live, and living to thieve. 'Even when we hid,' Bandit thought, 'we found ways to entertain ourselves. But in this-this sea of sand, the only thing worth stealing is-' Bandit sighed, 'the fish out of this river. That is all that is worth stealing, if there are any fish.' Bandit leaned down to the edge of the river, and took a drink, healing his dry tongue.
Bandit's ears flicked around like RADAR. He was not going to let another dog take him by surprise. Even other members in the group may try to take each other down, and Bandit was not a fighter. He was based on speed, and cunning. Bandit lifted his head from the river, and he swallowed, stopping any drool from falling out of his mouth. He sat up, his squinted green eye looking over the area. 'If it was going to be so boring, I wouldn't have joined.'
