| Bandaged feet crunched on a hardpan crust of rock and sand and minerals tinged in shades of rust and red, blasting leaps and wisps of coloured dust up and out into the air like suggestive whispers. He watched the clouds stretch and suck out into the yawning majesty of the Valles Marineris, falling like soft rains into a chasm more than 11 kilometers deep, filled to the rim withrolling soups of clouds and fog like the abyss was a splintered piece of the sky jutting deep into the earth. It stretched for over 4000 kilometers in lenght, so long that one end knew the cruelty of night while the other the light of day, over 200 kilometers in width so that each chasm cliff held a horizon to itself.
Roam took in the panorama of the silent martian landscape with a peaceful, sweeping gaze, furred red ears sleekly pointing upwards and back from his skull with the lifeless wind, watching as pearly waves of fog and cloud heaved upwards from the brilliant ocean, lapping like waves. He wore a large, circular sun hat made of knitted steel tiles that fanned his head and kept him in the shade of the cooly distant sun, visible on a pink canvas of silent stars. He stood on a roughly circumferenced pillar of rock something like a hundred yards across in diameter which rose uniform from the cloudy depths of the canyon like a giant's idea of a stepping stone. Surrounding it, around fifty yards apart, were exact replicas, something like a hundred of them peppering the silent, beautiful chasm. He wore a tattered series of bandaging robes over a heavily tatooed body, sashed and draped with clothe bulging with his sizely body. At his side purred Dog, the immense wol-lion, white as a ghost save for splotches of sepulchre grays and his blue eyes.
Roam waited.
OoC: On Mars. Largest canyon in the solar system. |