Serpent Lake הזר

@Legend >:D

he was tired of running.
how long had he been walking for? izaiah feels the heat burn against his skin, the sand and rock sinking beneath his feet. his eyes burn. his chest aches.
the aged face of his superior rolls back into the forefront of his memory yet again, the snakeskin-wearing fool. he is stupid for sending away his favorite pet; they both surely know this. but he knew izaiah well enough to know the boy took opportunity when it came to him.
and so here he was, ageless in this vast expanse of nothing — nothing, nothing, as it had been for miles. the desert he would come to know as the lowlands was now far behind him, and slowly the landscape began to shift; but still, not quite. the sand was not done with him yet.
he grimaces as a shallow wall of water begins to split the pale horizon in half. ah; he'd missed water! he shouts to himself in relief as he careens straight for the crystalline lip, dunking his face in it as if it would give him salvation — and in a way, it would, if only he knew what lied just a ways to the west.