— A cloudless day had overcome the desert, the sun harsh and cruel as it beat down onto the sands below. It was a harsh heat that Sweetteeth was finding herself getting accustomed too— her scrawny frame hauling itself closer and closer to the epicenter of the Sanguine Ruins territory. It was obvious that she was exhausted, ribs visible, eyes half lidded and her breathing hardly above a scratchy rasp— parched —and yet she moved forward. Her pale pink eyes still showed a certain clarity, her cracked and dry paw pads did not falter, her tail lashed behind her with a certain vitality despite her less than favorable appearance. Upon her maw was that of a crooked smile, one belonging to a creature who was sure she was walking into the pits of hell itself and yet at the same time... seemed to not care, if not enjoy it. White form pausing, she rasped, hacking to the side before gasping for a breath of hot air.
The Sanguine Ruins was not a typical habitat for creatures she mused, not one any within their right minds may willingly go to join, but here she was— following a few rumours, discussion ends and sand swept trails, making her way into the heart of the desert to do just that. It was either see if they existed after all, or die and descend to hell in the easiest way possible. She chuckled at the thought, taking a moment to regain some energy, and once again began to truck her way into the desert. The heat at her back and her paws was almost a comfort at this point, but she'd be even more foolish still to say she'd deny a drink at this point. Silently, she continued on, until she caught a glimpse of something in the distance, and stopped. Her ears perked forward, and squinting, she straightened to determine what it was she was looking at.
"OI! You a mirage or alive over there?" she called out, voice raspy with good humour. She was either yelling at nothing, or what she had come here to find, after all.
SANGUINE RUINS — WARRIOR — SHE/HER — 40 MOONS