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Post by Sterling on Feb 1, 2013 20:35:43 GMT -6
The sun bore down upon Mobius fiercely, creating an unyielding heat that washed over the flat desertlands like waves. The occasional wind brought about no relief, only kicking up the scalding grains of sand into the air and gusts of hot air that licked at the surface and anyone unlucky to be caught in the sandy wasteland. The landscape was nothing but reds, oranges, yellows - nothing was even relieving to the eyes. Even the sky could be compared to a harsh yellow, as opposed to the cool ocean blue that would be picturesque and mollifying and seemed to exist anywhere but here.
Damn that stupid hedgehog. The one time you need him, and he's nowhere to be found. He had never found it hard to materialize when he wasn't needed or wanted. But now, of all times. In this place, of all places. Surely this was some cruel joke. Against the warm colored backdrop of Sand Hill, Alkira's orange fur blended perfectly. The bat had trekked for Chaos knows how long through the desert in search for her target, but having never traveled into the desert had quickly become completely lost. Her obnoxiously large ears provided much needed shade from the sun, but by now not even that was doing much to help keep away the heat.
If one had considered, they would have thought it odd to the see bat making the journey on foot. After all, when blessed with the ability of flight, who would aimlessly wander? However, her wings were not idly folded against her back as she walked. Instead, they were flared open, shielding precious cargo on her back from the relentless sun and whipping sand. A small hedgehog child. The small mobian, who's fur was an unfortunately dark shade of ebony, whimpered and twitched ceaselessly. The sound was torture to the bat, who was only pushed onward by the cries.
She had to find that damn hedgehog. Metallix.
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Post by Arthur on Feb 1, 2013 20:53:50 GMT -6
A figure appeared on the distant horizon it seemed to be limping as it seemed to aimlessly wander in a certain direction, one of the figures arms seemed to be in a sling and it had a large piece of clothing wrapped around it's head to protect against the heat on closer inspection it seemed to be a hedgehog with a dark blue jacket wrapped around his head with a white singlet underneath and a leather holster harness on his upper body, with blue jeans ripped from the knee down on the right leg and black shoes, his arm was in a sling made from the cloth of the pants leg and the left leg of his jeans was soaked in blood, green eyes glowed from inside the cloth wrap and dirtied white fur was the hedgehogs colour.
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Post by Sterling on Feb 1, 2013 20:57:09 GMT -6
The bat nearly jumped out of her skin when the ship grabbed her attention. Despite her recent years of living in the urban areas of Station Square, vehicles of the more modern and technological variety still tended to catch her off guard. Her first instinct upon spotting Spike was to make herself seem bigger. Alkira's fur, somewhat dampened from sweating in the heat, bristled out wildly in an attempt to make it obvious that she was in no mood.
"I'd suggest you get away from me, hedgehog." the bat growled lowly. Her only seeing eye glared fiercely into his red ones as she continued walking, though her dagger-like gaze did not leave him. "Your help is unwanted. I'm already having to put up with one of your kind."
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Post by spike on Feb 1, 2013 21:09:18 GMT -6
Then, Angie steps out. "Hey, what's going on here?" The bat looked around and saw Alkira. "Is this the person who was walking around in this desert?" She asked. She was curious about her. She had never seen another bat before. Especially one dressed up in the way Alkira was. "One of my kind-? What do you mean by that?" Spike was curious. He put his hand on his hip. "Fine, enjoy the heat waves and sandstorms." Spike walked back into the ship. Angie was still curious about her. She wandered if there was more of her kind out there, somewhere.
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Post by Arthur on Feb 1, 2013 21:31:43 GMT -6
The dirty, injured hedgehog spotted a landing ship in the distance, his eyes narrowed as he looked towards the figure that he had not seen before until the ship landed, his eyes narrowed as he recognised the figure.
"Alkira?" he whispered as his eyes moved to her back, his eyes widened heavily "Zareb?" he added in a louder voice as he removed the wrap from his head to reveal Arthur the hedgehog as he slowly began making his way towards the bat and baby hedgehog, limping mostly with hissing and small ouch's as he slowly made his way towards them.
He hadn't seen his wife and surrogate child for a while having been sent on several missions by The Order, and he had been taken hostage by terrorists and only just escaped near Mettalix's lab and was making his way over for medical attention, for some reason his healing core wouldn't work anymore and he may need Mettalix to fix it.
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Post by Sterling on Feb 1, 2013 22:32:57 GMT -6
Alkira's ears twitched up and pivoted, trying to better capture a noise that deviated from the desert's usual gusting. Someone was trudging through the sand not too far off behind her. The bat grumbled irritably under her breath, thinking it was the hedgehog she had told to beat it just earlier. Fur raising once more, the female twisted around to face whoever was trekking behind her, but her hostile guise immediately dissipated upon recognizing the other.
"Arthur?" her voice chirped up over the wind, and carefully the bat began making her way toward him. Was he.. limping? It seemed odd to her, almost. And why was he limping around Sand Hill? Her pace quickened, almost causing her to trip on the awkward, shifting sands a few times. It seemed almost unlikely, like it should have been a mirage. "Is that you?"
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Post by Arthur on Feb 1, 2013 22:45:25 GMT -6
"Yes Alkira it's me" he said as he hissed and clenched his teeth tightly as his injured leg gave way and he collapse down the sand hill quickly turning over so he could regain his balance as he slid down the hill landing on the bottom with a grunt as he shakily rose to his feet "I need to get to Mettalix...I was taken hostage and escaped to here, my healing core isn't working anymore so I need medical attention." he said as he panted as sweat poured over his dirtied white fur with light brown patches and some dark brown from dried blood. "I'm barely conscious as it is and I'm getting dehydrated slowly."
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Post by Rafael on Feb 1, 2013 23:05:14 GMT -6
The sun relentless rays of light shine brightly among a small desert village. The heat itself mixed the occasional wind with the heat which brought about no relief. Yet people was out. Very few people was out. None in the cool shade, or whatever shade their hut's or outpost could produce. Yes, people lived in this sandy wasteland. And a certain doctor was from a certain sandy wasteland.
Metallix woke up.
He was on a thin mattress that smelled like sweat and wolf. The heat of the air was something to re-adjust to. His face hurt. The fur of his arms and chest had the tight, pulled-at feeling of having worn too many clothes for too long, but he was in nothing now but his usual white jacket, albeit more tribal. He blinked, ran his tongue along his teeth with an unhappy, muted growl, pushed himself up and looked at this room. He was within the Desert Colosseum, the main tribe capital of Sand Hill. He wasn't in his room, per say, but in the room of someone he's very familiar with. The walls here were smooth white, a little scuffed nearer the floor. One window with the view of the small village. Halogen tubes above a gray grating in the ceiling, giving a kind of muted, gray-reflected dark light. Given as a present. Ha.
He was home. His hell home. His prison.
"No bat. No white hedgehog. No grimalkin. The world is crude, but pleasant."
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Post by Sterling on Feb 1, 2013 23:22:45 GMT -6
Alkira shifted her feet at the top of the sand dune, allowing herself to steadily slide down the pile and find herself next to the white hedgehog. "How long have you been out here? Chaos, you look terrible." the bat murmured, shifting around with a small pack she was carrying at her hip. She tore a small, hand-made canteen from the twine that held in in place around her waist and shook it briefly. Still some water, though not much.
The female brushed her hand along Arthur's dirtied, damp face, examining his appearence. He really did look awful. And his healing core... She didn't even know it could break. Unsure of how dangerous it could be, she handed the canteen to him. "Here, drink this. It should help you keep going for a bit more."
The wind had all but muffled Zareb's whimpers up until this point, until he suddenly gave a sharp wail that made his mother jolt in surprise. The bat flared her wings a little wider, offering the small hedgehog more shade. Her wings were easily getting sore from having to remain open to shield the baby for so long. Her muscles were protesting, wanting to rest desperately against her back in a more natural position.
"Do you have any idea where the Sand Hill tribe is?" Alkira asked, her voice somewhat hopeful.
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Post by Arthur on Feb 1, 2013 23:34:46 GMT -6
"I don't know how long I've been out here, a week maybe, a day after escaping the terrorists..." he said gently refusing the canteen "You keep it for yourself and Zareb I'll survive, The Order has been keeping close tabs on Mettalix's locations seeing how colourful his background is, luckily I know the general location, we're not too far from it just keeping going in that direction" he said pointing towards the west before he looked towards Zareb "Hey hows my best little buddy?" he asked as he looked towards Zareb before looking at Alkira "Do you want me to carry him? I'll keep him shaded with my jacket, the wind should keep him cool" he offered as he shakily stood to his feet, the touch of his wife on his face caused his heart to beat harder and harder, the bat always seemed to have that blood boiling affect on him, and he liked it.
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Post by Sterling on Feb 2, 2013 0:20:42 GMT -6
Reluctantly accepting the canteen back, Alkira shook her head as she tied it back against her waist. "He's ill." she informed him seriously. "I can't bring him to the hospitals in Station Square. Nor do I want to. And for once, I can't find Metallix's ugly hide. So I've been trying to find his tribe. Hopefully he's at least there." The female's gaze traveled off toward the distance, and her expression twisted into a scowl. "Though... right about now I'm thinking both options sound easily crazy."
Carefully, Alkira shifted the small hedgehog off of her back, though his bat-like clinging instinct made trying to remove him from between her shoulder blades a little awkward. "I don't think you're good to hold him, Arthur, you can barely stand." she observed, gently cradling the wriggling, discontent pup. "How far do you think we are from it? Zareb needs to get out of the heat, especially since we're almost out of water."
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Post by Arthur on Feb 2, 2013 0:31:46 GMT -6
"We're five minutes away, we should be able to reach there, if you fly you may reach it in two." he said as he had a suddenly serious look on his face as he had concern for his surrogate child "I'd run us all there if I wasn't injured in the leg, if you fly go on ahead I will catch up" he said as he adjusted his injured arm in the sling, tying the sleeves of his jacket together around his neck like a cape to help cover Zareb if he was given to him "Or we can get there together and I will carry Zareb, if I can take some of the pressure off you Alkira I'll do it"
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Post by Sterling on Feb 2, 2013 1:49:52 GMT -6
"I'm not flying ahead. There's no way I'm leaving you here in this condition." Alkira murmured, struggling to hold Zareb as he began to squirm and whine in protest now that he was no longer clinging to her back. "I think it's best that I hold him.. You've been having trouble standing, after all."
After taking a moment to study the horizon, the bat continued onward through the desert, occasionally glancing back to make sure that Arthur was keeping up. Zareb peered over his mother's shoulder, watching Arthur through fatigued and almost glassy eyes. It was rather odd for him, as he was usually elated to see his adoptive father.
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Post by Arthur on Feb 2, 2013 1:56:44 GMT -6
Arthur smiled weakly at the baby as he followed closely, lagging behind slowly but quickly catching up, he was panting softly but it slowly began to gain strength as the minutes slowly ticked by, a wound reopening on his forehead and fresh blood slowly oozing down the left side of his face, forcing his eye closed. //If I die...At least my last sight will be my loved ones// he thought to himself as his muscles seemed to tremble, his knee's feeling weak and shaking "No I'm not going to die...I will not die" he muttered to himself as he gritted his teeth and forced himself onwards but he could take another step, his face becoming neutral as his eyes glazed over and he fell forwards, landing hard onto the sand as he passed out from fatigue and blood loss.
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Post by Coal Ashburn on Feb 2, 2013 16:59:25 GMT -6
A gray bat was walking through the sand dunes, wearing a hooded poncho to protect him from the burning sun. His wings were poking out of the back, ready to fly, in case he needs to get out of a sticky situation. "Another wild goose chase..." he mumbled loudly to himself. As he continued to trek he saw Alkira and Arthur in the distance, "What the hell? What's a bat doing way out here..?" asking more rhetorical questions to himself, he started to follow the two from a distance, trying to avoid confrontation.
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