Post by Datura on Feb 9, 2016 21:36:36 GMT
In the wastelands of vegeta the night tends to be harsh. Tonight is no different. The temperature drops down low and the wind begins to howl. The wind blows along the ground and whips through the dusty dunes. It’s a night where most creatures or animals wouldn’t try to move around, but would attempt to find some type of shelter.
Datura ended up getting caught in the midst of the storm. There isn’t any rain ,only clouds and high winds. He uses his right arm to cover his mouth and nose. With an attempt to keep the dust out of his eyes. He keeps them squinted even so he can barely see. He finally realized by the sibamen ended up burrowing underground. It wasn’t for sneak attacks. It ends up being shelter from the wind of the wastelands.
Datura ended up coming to the conclusion that he had to find shelter quick. Before anything else happened .Datura looked in the different directions for something. He couldn’t find nothing within distance. Only think he could think of was make his own. So he fought his way to a rocky hill side and started to push and pull the rocks away. There was still rocks underneath so he decided to move to a more quicker term. Datura charged a ball of ki into his hand. After moving back a little bit he pushes the ball off forward into the rocky ground. It explodes and shards of rock fly out past him. It left a hole in the ground but it was something he could work with. It only took him a few more minutes to push up enough rock around the hole to deflect the wind. The rocks looked like a small volcano. Datura jumps down into it. The hole on top just big enough for his body to fit though. Inside the wind and dust just blow across the opening.
While inside, he leans up against the wall to attempt to get some rest. It didn’t seem long after he closed his eyes he fell asleep. While asleep though, the wind storm died down, not long after that, Datura woke up. Guess I need to move it along before something or someone shows up. He stood up and stretched a little bit with his head poking out the top of the ground.
Datura pushed the rocks over and out of his way while he climbed out of the hole that he used for his shelter that night. After climbing out he looked around to try and figure out which way to go. He rose up a few feet off the ground and headed off scouring the wastelands.