Welcome to the Jungle
Fall 15, A.V. 513
Xen stepped cautiously into the jungle. He was excited and yet nervous about leaving the solitude of his home. The viper remembers those harsh memories of the past—where he had to run for his life. However, Xen looks back on those days and was thankful that he was able to survive and make it to Zinrah. All those struggles and hardships, though long gone in the past, they gave him something to look upon…to remember. Xen walks with his hands held in his pockets: a shield resting on his back and a machete-sword resting beneath his clothing.
Xen looks upwards and as he gazes at the canapé, his eyes squint in response to the sunlight touching his retinas. Xen raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and notices that the birds were still singing and chirping like normal. A good sign this was to Xen; birds were known to sing when there were no visible signs of danger but he remained vigilant and carefully observed his surroundings. The serpent was confident in his shield and sword. That the strong, cold steel that they were made of would be able to withstand what his physical being could not endure.
Xen places his back onto the cool stone structure behind him. He felt safe enough to relax in this stretch of forest, knowing that the strong scent of his kind radiating throughout the area, would deter predators. The dhani, as young as he was, paid close attention to the vegetation around him. He knew that reptiles and mammals would be wary of a dhani’s scent but not poisonous insects. Insects were different for Xen, he liked them, and they gave warnings to him normally.
Xen extends a hand and picks a branch off of a small palm tree like plant. He observes the specimen and notices the piece of vegetation had some weird ooze that was red and yet carried a tinge of orange, slithering out of it. Xen wasn’t stupid enough to place the plant in his mouth, or touch the substance. Instead he places the branch on the ground and drags it across the ground—creating a line. Xen while fiddling with his new coloring utensil finds himself listening to his surroundings and the cavern entrance behind him.
‘‘All my dayss should be like thisss.’’
Xen stepped cautiously into the jungle. He was excited and yet nervous about leaving the solitude of his home. The viper remembers those harsh memories of the past—where he had to run for his life. However, Xen looks back on those days and was thankful that he was able to survive and make it to Zinrah. All those struggles and hardships, though long gone in the past, they gave him something to look upon…to remember. Xen walks with his hands held in his pockets: a shield resting on his back and a machete-sword resting beneath his clothing.
Xen looks upwards and as he gazes at the canapé, his eyes squint in response to the sunlight touching his retinas. Xen raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and notices that the birds were still singing and chirping like normal. A good sign this was to Xen; birds were known to sing when there were no visible signs of danger but he remained vigilant and carefully observed his surroundings. The serpent was confident in his shield and sword. That the strong, cold steel that they were made of would be able to withstand what his physical being could not endure.
Xen places his back onto the cool stone structure behind him. He felt safe enough to relax in this stretch of forest, knowing that the strong scent of his kind radiating throughout the area, would deter predators. The dhani, as young as he was, paid close attention to the vegetation around him. He knew that reptiles and mammals would be wary of a dhani’s scent but not poisonous insects. Insects were different for Xen, he liked them, and they gave warnings to him normally.
Xen extends a hand and picks a branch off of a small palm tree like plant. He observes the specimen and notices the piece of vegetation had some weird ooze that was red and yet carried a tinge of orange, slithering out of it. Xen wasn’t stupid enough to place the plant in his mouth, or touch the substance. Instead he places the branch on the ground and drags it across the ground—creating a line. Xen while fiddling with his new coloring utensil finds himself listening to his surroundings and the cavern entrance behind him.
‘‘All my dayss should be like thisss.’’