Erishara Vohn
Birb Woman
Ruins - Desert Wastes
Tatooine
The sun had just begun to crest over the horizon, the desert waste ruins bathed in early morning light as the shadows behind pillars and rubble stretched and disappeared into the sands. Usually this section of Tatooine was silent, the sand barren of steps and nothing seen for miles. Though today, it had visitors; crossing through the collapsed temple grounds was a group of poachers dressed in simple desert cloths.
Three men and two woman were trekking across the ocean of nothing before them in order to return to a ship hidden far away, for they had been tracking the prey they dragged with them bound and wounded behind them. Black wings dug a small trench as a smaller form was dragged behind the group, ties binding every limb together to keep from escape, bloodied cuts crossing the form as she laid in acceptance, her escape unlikely at best. Every bit of fight she had was worn to exhaustion, the lack of care given evident as she was mostly face down in burning sands.
As they passed a trail of blood was left in wake, one of the group leaning heavily on another as a hand rested across their chest. Raked across and through clothing was an non survivable wound, the claws marks through chest dug deep with intent. After a short while they collapsed in the shadow of the ruins, only to be left to rot under the harsh sun. Why would they stop when they had such a rewarding bounty in hands. Those of the Avaris Harpyia not killed, were most often sold as slaves.
@Kaderazshthas
Tatooine
The sun had just begun to crest over the horizon, the desert waste ruins bathed in early morning light as the shadows behind pillars and rubble stretched and disappeared into the sands. Usually this section of Tatooine was silent, the sand barren of steps and nothing seen for miles. Though today, it had visitors; crossing through the collapsed temple grounds was a group of poachers dressed in simple desert cloths.
Three men and two woman were trekking across the ocean of nothing before them in order to return to a ship hidden far away, for they had been tracking the prey they dragged with them bound and wounded behind them. Black wings dug a small trench as a smaller form was dragged behind the group, ties binding every limb together to keep from escape, bloodied cuts crossing the form as she laid in acceptance, her escape unlikely at best. Every bit of fight she had was worn to exhaustion, the lack of care given evident as she was mostly face down in burning sands.
As they passed a trail of blood was left in wake, one of the group leaning heavily on another as a hand rested across their chest. Raked across and through clothing was an non survivable wound, the claws marks through chest dug deep with intent. After a short while they collapsed in the shadow of the ruins, only to be left to rot under the harsh sun. Why would they stop when they had such a rewarding bounty in hands. Those of the Avaris Harpyia not killed, were most often sold as slaves.
@Kaderazshthas