Walking with Morley is an experience. I'd recommend it to everyone, but the cost for entry is kind of high (your immortal soul or whatever the gods damn you for nowadays, its kind of hard to understand with scripture constantly changing), and you are in danger of having your essence sapped out or you mind melted or whatever the hell else Morley does to people he does not like. He doesn't so much as walk as he glides forward, there are no breaks, you can barely go to the bathroom (and thats only if you have to pee if you have to go the other he's going to leave you to your horrible fate), he doesn't even stop to eat, which leads me to believe he doesn't anymore. I mean I don't mention all the eating and pooping in my stories, but rest assured there is plenty of both (sometimes at the same time, don't judge I'm rushed man).
We made good times in these canyons, where we were going I had no idea, but there was no sense in being late. For most of the journey Morley lead and I lagged behind panting and complaining (err suggesting alternate travel routes...) The white stone paths weren't very exciting to look at either, it was just partially blocked view points, the sound of wind cutting through the canyon, and Morely's foot steps ever ahead of me. I was actually so used to Morley's pace I didn't even notice when he stopped and I ran full into him.
"Well that's a new one, you having vision problems now Lorentino?" Morley was rigid when I hit him, and my footing was not that good so I knocked myself over and he seemed no worse the wear, other than brushing off the dust left from the impact.
"Possibly, the same enviroment for hours on end with no food or rest does that to me."
"Suck it up, we got a problem ahead." Sure enough we did, in front of us was a field of bones. Picked clean by carrion eaters of various types, but obviously the bones didn't transport themselves there. Something was in the valley ahead, something that was hungry.
"So we go around?"
"Yeah sure its only a few days with no supplies, I'm sure we'll make it and not die of thirst first."
"Ok well lets start going." Morley hit me in the face, my eyes stung from the impact. Have I mentioned Morley is a dick before? Because he totally is. So the Boneyard was our path and we had to walk it. I shake my head now at how dumb I was back then, not for going into a boneyard, but for following Morley. I should have just turned around and walked back to the spider cat.
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