GuyBoy
Hero
For three days, with his water reduced to just sips, Seteshkar had tracked the sidewinder tracks in the sands. They had begun, as if from thin air, in the lee of the great dune, where Seteshkar had found the sad remains of his friend Ashep’nor.
Sidewinding, a serpent, a need to avenge, a hunting, a reckoning.
Rounding a crumbling dune, the sibilant tracks descended towards a group of ruined adobe buildings by a dry wadi. Descended....and changed....the serpentine markings ceased and were replaced by thin, but recognisably humanoid, footprints marking a passage towards the ruins.
Seteshkar hefted his khopesh. Serpent or man or man-serpent? No matter, blood must be shed.
Sidewinding, a serpent, a need to avenge, a hunting, a reckoning.
Rounding a crumbling dune, the sibilant tracks descended towards a group of ruined adobe buildings by a dry wadi. Descended....and changed....the serpentine markings ceased and were replaced by thin, but recognisably humanoid, footprints marking a passage towards the ruins.
Seteshkar hefted his khopesh. Serpent or man or man-serpent? No matter, blood must be shed.