Oasis (open)

The ruby sands desert was aptly named for its red hued sand. It was a harsh and unforgiving place, one that saw rather few settlements. Most of these settlements had long since been reduced to ruins  , blasted away by the many sandstorms, its inhabitants gone. By some catastrophy or simply looking for greener pastures. With the passing of time it became harder and harder to tell.

Though one inhabitant of this harsh desert landscape could tell you what happened to one of the largest settlements. Shaik'rui had been a city build in ancient times and had withstood the teeth of time up untill more then a decade ago, when it and its inhabitants had met its sudden demise. Though not everyone had. She hadn't...neither had her brother. But two fennecs were all that remained of Temora's once proud clan. There was little hope for its resurgence, especially given that one of those two fennecs had gone off beyond the desert and refused to come back.

The other one was named Fyirri, who still held the legacy of her people, the artifact that had both allowed her people to prosper and what had become their doom. She'd left this place, not 2 years ago, in search of her brother Versil. She had tried in vain to bring him back with her, but he had refused and so now she was stuck at a crossroads, having returned alone.

She sat at the edge of the small watering hole that was the source of the oasis. A small blue form clad in gold. Bracelets, ancle cuffs, arm clasps and most prominently, a golden collar around her neck holding an hourglass on it, its sand like gold dust. Her atire was tribal, a split skirt and a simple top, she was barefoot. She was staring at her reflection with intent golden eyes, as if it could somehow tell her what to do next.

(Quick question...does this take place in a modern time period?)

(Lady hasn't appeared on the forum in a very long time, so I doubt this RP is still going at all; look at the date this was created. Just saying. Think it needs a lock.))