Post by Steggo on Jan 19, 2018 18:29:19 GMT
Winds swept across the dunes, hurling sand across the ancient stone roadway. No few feet of it was without a crack or scuff or break or hole, always some sign of age or damage somewhere. The thing had stood for centuries, built who knew when. A legend said that it had been swallowed up by the desert countless times, the winds blowing enough sand across to finally bury it, but that each time it was buried the wind would someday change and begin to blow the sand back again, revealing the road once more. For this, and for it's colossal size, the road had become known as the Hidden Giant. Legend said the Giant would return above the surface of the desert only when the world was about to change.
Steggo Gunsotsu stood upon the Hidden Giant for the first time in his life. As a child of the Land of Winds, he'd heard stories of the road, of course, but he'd never really believed something so big could be hidden for so long. Yet here he stood, striding down its huge width. The thing had to be three hundred feet across, maybe more, and it stretched beyond the horizon in both directions. The road was never straight, dipping and turning with the land, parts of it still piled with sand, others lightly covered, while other stretches were completely clear. Yet every single patch of it was broken, cracked, damaged and knackered in a way Steggo found most appealing.
"You remind me of myself," he said quietly to the enormous roadway. "Old, sandy and largely buggered. Seems just right."
He strode merrily along the road, a loping walk like a wild cat prowling, graceful yet dangerous, able to jump at an instant. Too many years of swinging an enormous stony tail from his hips had had an effect on that walk, to be sure.
A light caught his attention in the distance, something approaching, something fast, a glint from it catching the high gearing sun. Steggo halted and stared at its distant approach, growing closer all the time, and waited.
A strong wind blew from the south, hurling up sand.
Steggo Gunsotsu stood upon the Hidden Giant for the first time in his life. As a child of the Land of Winds, he'd heard stories of the road, of course, but he'd never really believed something so big could be hidden for so long. Yet here he stood, striding down its huge width. The thing had to be three hundred feet across, maybe more, and it stretched beyond the horizon in both directions. The road was never straight, dipping and turning with the land, parts of it still piled with sand, others lightly covered, while other stretches were completely clear. Yet every single patch of it was broken, cracked, damaged and knackered in a way Steggo found most appealing.
"You remind me of myself," he said quietly to the enormous roadway. "Old, sandy and largely buggered. Seems just right."
He strode merrily along the road, a loping walk like a wild cat prowling, graceful yet dangerous, able to jump at an instant. Too many years of swinging an enormous stony tail from his hips had had an effect on that walk, to be sure.
A light caught his attention in the distance, something approaching, something fast, a glint from it catching the high gearing sun. Steggo halted and stared at its distant approach, growing closer all the time, and waited.
A strong wind blew from the south, hurling up sand.