The Hatari Desert air was beginning to get hot and humid, the dryness spreading into my mouth; Turning it into sandpaper. The horse we were riding on was overall displeasing, both in scent and ride; and my four year old mind was too preoccupied with whining that I didnt notice the vein on Kains forehead about ready to pop. My advisor, my fatherhe was having a rough time as well. More then once he turned back to scold my constant whimpers and trembling, smacking the reins against the horses sweaty neck. The froth on the side of it's lips coming in mass quantities as we ventured deeper into the desert. The chafing on t
All he could see was red when he looked at himself.
A dark fresh crimson splattered upon dark ground. The unmistakable thick liquid dripping off his fingers. The goo seeping down in slow trickles.
Crossing and making patterns upon his pale dead skin.
In his dreams he was not alive.
Or, at least, he guessed he was not.
His body felt far to cold and icy to the touch, not to mention rather ridged at the joints.
It was as if rigor mortis had set in far to early. Because his eyes were still darting around as if some kind of drug was pulsing through his veins; even though he could no longer feel his heartbeat.
In his dreams he could n