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The Far West.

Wastelands

As far as the eye can see, stretches the barren and parched earth. A few bones lie scattered under the moonlight. The wind cuts deep into the bone, the chill of the never-ending night settles into your soul.

The Town

Rose walked on. She'd been doing just that for quite a few days now. Myres hadn't emerged yet. She seemed to have weakened. This thought made her extremely anxious. And she still walked on. She was thirsty, and hungry, but there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't why she was walking these wastelands. She's woken up here, with no memory of how she got here. There was no choice but to go on. The thought that the wasteland may never end had occurred to her more than once, but she had to keep searching anyway. Or die of thirst. There weren't even vultures here. The moon wasn't very comforting either. It had been a few days, she thought, but the moon had refused to set.

Kieran worked under the blazing sun, his chest glinted with sweat. He was trying to bury one of the creature's carcass, under ground since it's smell is worse than hell. He was not affected by the heat but his hybrid status make him sweat. He tugged a towel across his face, he was about to continue when he saw a girl maybe 100 feet away from him.

Rose paused. She was something. It was hard to make out, but she thought it was a man. Adrenalin surged through her and walked on faster than before, wanting to make sure. And right she was. It was a guy, working to bury something. And just then, she could smell a faint odor which steadily got stronger as she came closer to him. It was the farthest thing from pleasant, and everything in her body told her to go in the opposite direction, but the prospect of meeting someone alive proved too strong. When she caught his eyes, she slowed and waved. She felt awkward and vulnerable without her knives and poisons.

Kieran wiped his face with his forearm since he could see that a girl was getting nearer to him. He put his shovel and down on the ground and turned to face her. She was beautiful in an exotic kind of way, he thought. He waved back with his right hand and smiled at her.

Rose felt a little bet better when she waved back with a smile. Well, at least he wasn't going to kill her! She wondered what he was burying and why the hell it smelled like that here. She held the tattered sleeve of her dress to her nose and moved closer to him. Her hair was a mess and there were streaks of dirt on her face and her gown had seen better days. "Hello, it's such a relief to meet a person here! I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone." she said.

"I'm not really a person but you found me and I was getting lonely burying this," he kicked at the body at his feet. He saw her cover her nose, "I know, the smell is unbearable but I learned to ignore it."

He looked at her torn dress that was looking a little less for wear. He took out a t-shirt out of his bag beside his feet and gave it to her, "Here, wear that, I think you're dress is not gonna last anymore."

"Not a person?" Now she felt extremely vulnerable. Her last experience with something that wasn't human wasn't very happy one. "uugh. What is that?" She asked eyeing the corpse with disgust. Something that could emit such a horrid smell wasn't getting her respect. "Kind of a big thing to ignore." She said, before she could hold her sarcastic tongue. She picked up the shirt and turned it over in her hands. This was made of a strange material, finer than the one she was used to. And then there was the fact that it looked like nothing she'd seen. She pulled it over her head, and it made for a weird ensemble, with the sleeves of her gown sticking though. "Thank you." she said, genuinely thankful for the added protection.

He smiled as he watched her pull his shirt over her dress, it made her cute. "Let's just say that I'm above normal than most," he kicked the sack at his foot. "This thing? It's dead, that's what it is." He sighed as his sweat tumble through his chest, it feels like 130 degrees Celsius, the hottest temperature among the levels of hell he thought.

He stared at the bright suns and sighed again. He got 2 more to bury and he needs to do it fast. "What are you doing here?" he asked her as he felt a slight wind passed over them.

"I don't know." She said simply, refusing to explain. It was all Myres's fault. All her fault. And yet she couldn't hate her. A deep sigh escaped her. "So, why are you burying that dead thing? Wouldn't it be easier to just leave it to rot." She asked as she watched him swelter in the heat. She felt a little dizzy. She hadn't had a sip or water of a bite to eat in days. Her endurance was high, but she wasn't invincible. "What is this place?" she mumbled, not even aware she was saying them out loud.

The suns was fast disappearing as they stood there so he answered her quickly, "Well, I don't want to leave them for anyone to see." He was leaving very important details on why they were killed in the first place but as he looked at the female with interest he shook his head at the thought of saying the truth to her. With his hands he pulled the 2 bodies inside the hole he just dug. He jumped out of the hole easily even though it was almost 4 feet below. Brushing off the dust off his pants he welcomed her, "And by the way you're at the Far West."

Tzal'sl'zakl slithered towards the people. He pulsated vaguely. He decided to float. He decided not to float. He forgot to decide not to hit the ground.

((Um...I probably won't be rping anymore...so continue, you guys))

Rose turned around...and collapsed and died from dehydration and starvation.

He sighed as the girl dropped to the ground. He went to her and he kicked at with the toe of his boot softly. "Another body to bury," he whispered to himself. A waste to have someone so beautiful die, he thought as he got the shovel out again and went to bury beside the corpses he had just buried. He didn't notice the creature that slithered as he dug.

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((okay...))

It slithered closer. It extended a glowing cloud-like limb and dropped a small animal near the people.

A whirring, clunking sound started. Out of nowhere, A big blue box faded in, about thirty feet away. Fiera stepped out and ran around the box, tapping it, just to be sure. She tried the door. It was locked.

The whirring started again and the box began to fade. Shouting, she tried to open the door, but it vanished. "No, no. You've got to take me back. I don't even know where I am!"

Kieran jumped out of the hole from where he had buried the girl. He was bare-chested now and that didn't affect him in anyway since he was a hybrid. He was so busy working that he noticed the small animal beside him just now. He knelt on the ground to carefully lift it. It was the only the size of his palm and that was when he heard a female shout from the distance.

Turning around he saw a girl, about 16 or 17 who was shouting that made the creatures in the Far West cringe by the sound it. With the small animal in hand, he slowly approached her. When he was only a feet away from her he asked, "May I help you?"

She whipped around. "Yes. Where am I? How do I reach England?"

Kieran shook his head at her in confusion, "What is this England?" He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He might be a hybrid of both fire demon and vampire able to resist the desolate coldness of the desert at night but the sensation of being watched by the girl was different from the others.

"Great, perfect." She sat down, as if getting things straight in her head. "Do you know where the nearest town is?"

It slithered closer still. It was mere feet away from them when it decided to go "Quack". It then extended a glow-tendril and dropped a dead duck at their feet.

"What the heck is that?!"

((What the heck is that?))

((No-one knows what it is... let your imagination wander...))

It decided to float into the air. It got bored at around 50ft, and plummeted down to the earth. It cushioned its landing with a rotting cow.

((To some, it is the god of dead animal corpses that fall lethally from the sky, what is it to you?))

"A giant... flying... quacking snake."

((It could be... Yes... very good))

It stood up. To some extent. No-one really knew what it was actually doing, but it could most accurately be described as "reflecting".

It was literally reflecting, sort of shimmering and becoming mirror like.

((Wow...))

It did what it did best, and dropped another corpse, a lion, absent-mindedly upon the ground.

The corpse just popped out of no where, thudding to the ground. "Okay, now I'm officially creeped out," Fiera mumbled, wishing she'd never stepped into that blue box.

((Goodnight, Nightvale))

It coalesced, into a [vaguely] humanoid form. "Woof? Neigh? Ummm. Bi bo, bi bop bo bi?"

"Try speaking earthling," she said.

((All hail the Glow-Cloud))

"Ummm. Hello? Corpse?" It dropped an elephant to the ground.

"No thanks. I think he's trying to finish burying bodies, not get stuck perpetually digging holes."

"Corpse." It decided, dropping a stegodon behind him.

Fiera gasped. "Look, do you know where the nearest city is?" she blurted, "or is there a house or somewhere I can get to-"

It did not understand. It was a force, not a being, or perhaps somewhere between the two. It only knew one thing: "Corpse". It was all it ever did. It was all it was ever likely to do. Nothing else was constant. NOTHING. Not even that diplodocus It just dropped.

The smell was really starting to get to Fiera, so she lit the corpses on fire, doing it discreetly so that the thing wouldn't know it was her.

It spoke. It had decided to be known. It said: "Tzal'sl'zakl". Then rained on the corpses, smothering their oxygen supply with mice.

She screamed and fell unconscious, but luckily, she could still breathe somewhat, due to a mouse avalanche that fell off her.

It decided to revive her. It noticed it was making decisions. This was new.

"What the hell are you?"

It knew. It comprehended. It was becoming more than an it. "Tzal'sl'zakl". A megalodon fell idly to the floor.

"Zack it is. So, Zack, what's with trying to kill me?"

"Corpses... burn" It rasped, dropping three antelope.

She stopped the burning, and eyed the thing like it was going to kill her and drop her in some random expanse.

It floated backwards, around a metre, and stopped. It squawked.

"What are you?"

"Tzal'sl'zakl." It paused, then added. "Squawk," and dropped an obese parrot corpse.