Aurelius:Continue
From Create Your Own Story
There was a desert storm that night, batrering against the shield wall, appearing as a swirling grey vortex surrounding Oasis. Even though the shield prevented the wind and sand from reaching you, it made you on edge and your skin begins to itch just thinking about it. It is on nights like this that every drunken dispute quickly ends in a fight, or worse. You know as well as anybody that a combination of claustrophobia, caused by the storm and protective shields, with a large amount of strong, cheap alcohol can soon get to anyone.
Bright, fiery eyes pierced the gloam, the crimson spheres dancing erratically, similar to the infernos they were often compared to. She was slender, with her long hair floating around her, like black smoke its tendrils curling and moving by its own design. She wore a cherry red bralet, with bronze detail, along with a silk sash hanging from a thin belt, of the same colors, with it swaying lazily.
What should you do?
