Lost in the Desert
Almya's swallowed the last drops of water from her canteen as she stumbled across the cold desert sands, the moon bathing her in its silver light. Her stomach giving a soft grumble as she stumbled weakly forward in the soft sand. "Should have taken a caravan" she muttered to herself as she followed the light of the moon, needing some sort of heading as the needle of her compass span madly beneath the glass. She really had no choice in the matter, she had to escape the city before the guards caught her but she now questioned her decision to ride into the desert. Her horse was long gone now, having been ridden to death on the shifting sands. Her steps faltered and her delicate tan frame collapsed against the sands, her eyes slowly closing as she assumed she would soon be the next victim of the cursed desert.
((Notes: I originally wrote this for an rp involving a mystical castle in the sands, but you can also be a hermit, or a soldier hunting her down, or anything else that comes to mind. This is one of the few rps that I'm really open with.))