#warmachineofthedesert

[copernicusthestarrycloak]

Hello there, 128!  How are you enjoying your new freedom?

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A good thing too, because Ylli had most certainly not noticed the machine nearby. In fact, there wasn't much that he had noticed in the vast area he stood in; he was entirely focused on climbing up a large sand dune where he swore he had found another abandoned scarf. For what must have been hours (a gross exaggeration-- half an hour, at most), Ylli struggled to climb up the large dune only to tumble back down, get a mouthful of sand, and start all over again.

It was an aggravating battle in which he had gotten nowhere, but Ylli persisted, clawing and climbing at the sand and huffing loudly every time he fell on his butt and it had to have been his fiftieth-attempt before he finally decided to sit down and pout, frowning up at the area he thought he saw the scarf in.

Up further, where he thought-- no, knew he saw something much more menacing floating in the distance. A warmachine?

He remained seated, staring out in the distance in awe as he reached behind him and gingerly took hold of the white scarf tied to his nub of a red one, holding it defensively. Surely it didn't need anything from Ylli. Right? Right? Ylli could only hope.

[copernicusthestarrycloak]

“This is where I grow my plants,” Copernicus explained to the massive, stone entity behind him.

“Plants?” the war machine, known as 128, repeated.

“Yes, certainly there are plants SOMEWHERE in this world…they provide food for flesh and blood creatures like myself.  Like how cloth gives you energy.”

Copernicus bent over to look at one black flower he didn’t remember planting.  As he did so, the surroundings became dim.

“Huh??”

Copernicus looked up to see that the sky had faded to a dull charcoal gray…it had been midday just a moment ago.  128 loomed over him, body arched.

“Uh…128?  Um…” Copernicus stammered and fell on his backside.

The war machine’s light turned red.

“NOW!  Let’s not…let’s not be hasty…”

The searchlight was covered by the war machine’s faceplate.

“128!  NO!!”

The war machine pounced on its prey.

“WAAAA!!”

Copernicus felt an impact, and there was darkness.

“Nng…” he moaned as he struggled to free himself from the covers.  The impact was not him being attacked, it was him falling out of bed.

“Meooow…” Altair whined from the bed.

Copernicus freed himself and sighed.

“What a terrible dream…”

[lost-in-the-desert]

lethraxinlacerta asked you:

((Star))

((The lost wanderer is pretty curious, so he would probably try to investigate the war machine and try to get as close as possible. He would be a little nervous around the guardian at first, but once it zero'd in on him and went to attack, then the lost wanderer would be terrified.))