Chimera Fields i'm not shy, i'll say it

the thin, desiccated bone of some unfortunate creature now hung between the nomad's teeth like a toothpick. he'd picked it up somewhere along the near lifeless barren stretch of dirt and damn all. he'd spent his time twirling it in his mouth like a farmer would with a strand of hay with the hopes of fighting off boredom during his trek across the desolate fields, but as per usual, his attention span was short lived.

he spat the bone to the side as his pace quickened and his mind slowed. it felt hotter out here under the ruthless sun than it truly was, and the only thing the vagabond had on his mind now was quenching his thirst.