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*Patterns of the heat flare, far across the rivers of sand, past the land, dunes and lifeless demeanor. Sweating wasn't possible, for their was nothing living and no moisture in the air. What little their was, the gaze of a persons eye could see for miles unless hitting a hill of sand, or blinded by one of the two suns of Tattooine. Yes, blinding were the two suns, and scorching was the environment. One could feel the heat rising from the sand only from their footwear. *
*The only surviving that could be done was through a hooded cloth, or a coolent system which troops of the Empire were luckily to have. Not all were graced with the link of that sort of technological capabilities...not out here anyways, not for one who walks these lands prematurely. *
Daesros had been traveling for over a day, and has not the will to sleep, or rest. If he were to survive, or fine civilization across the sandy waste their was time for resting. Those dark lightning blue eyes which viewed the world on scowered across the wastes, pondering of his travels. He has no food l, no water but all the discipline in the world. "The force will sustain me" *Daesros said quietly under his breath now noticing the sun going down. *
*Daedros came across a massive hill of sand, the winds gently blowing sand off the top, but yet was impossible unless climbed. Clenching his teeth and lifting his hand out the glimmer of his eyes had shown against the weakening sun. As if suddenly a gust of wind charges on his command the giant sand dune began dividing. With a great push, nearly a burst of energy a line was cut between the dune, all sorts of critters falling from the sand and scurrying back, protecting themselfs from the freezing conditions soon to come. *
With a temporary stop, and another deep breath Daedros continues on, holding the food of his cloak to keep the sand from his eyes and mouth. "Guide me" *He said yet again before continuing through the great divide he had caused back on track to find...something. *
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*The only surviving that could be done was through a hooded cloth, or a coolent system which troops of the Empire were luckily to have. Not all were graced with the link of that sort of technological capabilities...not out here anyways, not for one who walks these lands prematurely. *
Daesros had been traveling for over a day, and has not the will to sleep, or rest. If he were to survive, or fine civilization across the sandy waste their was time for resting. Those dark lightning blue eyes which viewed the world on scowered across the wastes, pondering of his travels. He has no food l, no water but all the discipline in the world. "The force will sustain me" *Daesros said quietly under his breath now noticing the sun going down. *
*Daedros came across a massive hill of sand, the winds gently blowing sand off the top, but yet was impossible unless climbed. Clenching his teeth and lifting his hand out the glimmer of his eyes had shown against the weakening sun. As if suddenly a gust of wind charges on his command the giant sand dune began dividing. With a great push, nearly a burst of energy a line was cut between the dune, all sorts of critters falling from the sand and scurrying back, protecting themselfs from the freezing conditions soon to come. *
With a temporary stop, and another deep breath Daedros continues on, holding the food of his cloak to keep the sand from his eyes and mouth. "Guide me" *He said yet again before continuing through the great divide he had caused back on track to find...something. *
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