Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

I Donovan is fascinated by the canyon in and of itself, let alone all the little territories hiding within it. He can’t stop his eyes from roaming around inquisitively, forever watching and taking in the beautiful sights of this new place. Yes, he would very much like it here.

So as he finds Nemisis trotting off on her own he takes it upon himself to follow. She leads him behind towering stone walls of red clay only to be deposited onto a beach. His golden hues widen just a fraction, thick ears perk up, and he’s as still as a statue. What is this place? Is the only thing that drifts through his mind right now and he’s thoroughly impressed. More like enraptured by the whole scene of everything. 

This place holds some of the oddest sand he’s ever seen. So red, like a war has been fight here. Like the sands soaked through with copious amounts of blood, signaling the end of many warriors and surely more to come. Finally he’s able to gather his bearings and paw forward, tip toeing closer to Nemisis. “What is this place?” He asks to her, voice showing signs of being clearly distracted. “Shit is beautiful.” He murmurs crudely.