Boartusk Heights Robots need love too

the storm rode along his back, heavy purple and moving at an ostensible clip. to the south a mournful wind stirred, hot and oppressing as it tongued along the hinterland at a languished prowl. gloom had settled into the trees, and stilled their whispering -- and a quiet hung overhead fragile and as calamitous as the impending strike of a hammer.

iliksis moved with the storm, noticing little of the terrain save for the lack of food it provided. ahead he caught a golden flash against the already sky-darkened rocks - his ears swept forward and he drifted towards the naiad's form, as if pulled along some unseen current. he made no introduction as he curiously eyed her figure, though as the distance between them dispersed, he stepped with a heavy tread that appeared to earnestly entreat her attention.