Post by Mac Bigginton on Nov 29, 2019 12:54:42 GMT -6
He watched the gray skinned being through his binoculars. Her look fascinated him. There were many strange looking beings on this world but few as strange as her. Her pure gray skin and black eyes stood out for sure, but her spiky pure black hair made her look almost like those monkey tailed people he had seen before, save she lacked an actual tail.
The desert was what most would consider sweltering today. The sun beat down hard on the sand making it burning to the touch. It would be very easy to get sun burn on a day like today but Mac always wore head to toe cover so he was free from risk. The gray being however…
But that was beyond Mac’s concern.
She had been here a while. What was she doing? Hunting? Some form of training? Mac kept his thoughts going with ideas. He thought of many the possibilities as to what she could be doing. When he heard a noise in the distance.
He turned around binoculars and his eyes went wide. It was a huge sand storm coming towards the both of them way. On his home world sand storms hide piece of glass that, combined with the wind, would cut flesh from bone. Mac didn’t know how tough the girl was but he didn’t want to take risks. Doing this may also give him a favor.
Mac began running toward the alien, the sand storm raging behind him. He couldn’t out running it that was for sure but he had tarp in his bag that could be used as cover. When he thought he was close enough he started shouting, “Get down! Sand storm!” He repeated it a couple times until the storm was too close for comfort. He stopped running and took his over sized back pack off. He reached deep inside the main pocket and took out a large blue tarp, about seven feet by seven feet.
He cast it over himself and his bag and waved at the gray being to come under with him. He really hoped she would, he needed that favor.
