With every broken bone, I swear I lived
While usually not one to listen to rumors and therefore apt to miss interesting events, this time Maea was simply in the right place at the right time. Meandering across the desert in search of a better mood, she was drawn to the cloud of dust kicked up by many and heavy feet and paused on the ridge of a nearby dune to take in the spectacle. Even through the gloomy numbness that was slowly overtaking her, Maea had to marvel at the sight. If the bony remnants of the creatures were this big, what would they have looked like with muscle and skin? Did they have skin, or would they have been clad in feather, or scale, or something beyond recognition?
It was only as an afterthought that she took notice of the people that had begun to gather. A squinting closer inspection suggested that she knew all and would prefer to avoid the majority. Deciding to keep to herself until she figured out what was going on, the short ancient approached the animated skeletons with quiet apprehension. Perhaps it was best to keep her distance to the behemoths as well - this was not a good day to get trampled, and she did not have a good track record with undead things.
It was only as an afterthought that she took notice of the people that had begun to gather. A squinting closer inspection suggested that she knew all and would prefer to avoid the majority. Deciding to keep to herself until she figured out what was going on, the short ancient approached the animated skeletons with quiet apprehension. Perhaps it was best to keep her distance to the behemoths as well - this was not a good day to get trampled, and she did not have a good track record with undead things.
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