Barrow Fields of empires that thought

i'm taking the liberty of pretending that barrow fields touches a section of ankyra sound's borders so scarab is in the territory of the fields but still very close to rusalka's borders. :-)

the morning sky is painted a turmeric orange and plum purple with fluffy candyfloss colored clouds of pale pink by the sun that blazes fierce and bright. an accidental glimpse of it leaves scarab seeing bright colored spots in when he blinks for a bit. each breath he takes as he feeds his newfound and potentially dangerous addiction, teetering and toying devilishly with the scent markings of the borders, pacing them as if they are a tightrope and he is a skilled acrobat before he leans towards the neutral territory: barrow fields and collapses into the dirt and damp emerald grass with a soft, boyish giggle. he rolls around for a few seconds and flips to his belly before pushing himself to his paws.

the air is humid and the golden filigree of his pelage curls at his nape as he draws his tongue across his jowls. the air tastes of salty seabrine — despite that there is quite a distance between him and the shore — and honeyed dew of a fresh rainshower. scarab turns curious lapis lazuli gaze to the sprawling field interested in what treasures and adventures it might hold though, as times previous, he doesn't dare yet to stray too far from the protective shroud of rusalka's borders.