Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
empress
scorpion
I am a deadly scorpion hiding under the rocks. I am patient and will wait for hours for my food. I am alone and like it that way.
Hey there empress do you have any food? I don't, not for a scorpion. Well what about some water then? It's so dry out here We are in a drought scorpion, I need the water for the people, not arachnids. You know I'm the one that eats all the mice and bugs for you, right? Do you? I thought it was the cats. Cats?! They talk a big game but I do all the hard work. They're just cute so you humans love them and hate us scorpions Hmmm, I could have sworn I saw the royal cat with a rat in its mouth the other day. Yeah because he likes to play with them and then let them go when you turn your back. It's ridiculous. Are you serious? I need to reprimand that Cat! Yes! Why are you out in a tent anyway? Isn't this a little below your class? I needed some sun but then it got too hot.