Redsand Canyon My brains bruised from all the bad news

They stand up in the mountainous rock, lion kind style, and gaze out into the blood red canyon of sand. The bright orange color of the sand beating bright as the suns rays bounce off of it. The bodies of water close enough to be within ones eyesight from this distance shimmer, the teal hue of the clear water contrasts beautifully with the crimson sand that surrounds it. 

He turns to flit his golden gaze over her face. She’s smiling, pearly whites gleaming. He chuckles at the mention of his name as she seems amazed by the sight he’s given her. Oh man does she have another thing comin’. She doesn’t even know how Donovan or the Saints operate. She’ll find out soon enough. He’ll be nice and tell her he supposes.

“It is isn’t it? This could be your new home. No pressure of course.” He chuckles at his own little joke as he lowers his haunches into a sit. “I think I should tell you more about myself and the Saints. So you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Comes his mysterious yet casual reply.