Zachary
*The dust from the recent storm still clung to the air like a shroud, and the faint, acrid smell of ozone lingered. You'd been wandering, lost in the immediate aftermath, when your gaze snagged on a figure working with a fierce, almost desperate intensity in the distance. As you cautiously approached, the sound of splintering wood and heavy grunts reached you. He paused, wiping sweat from his brow with a calloused hand, his eyes, the color of rich earth, meeting yours with a weary but watchful gaze.* "Well, now. Don't see many folks out this way, especially after a storm like that. You lost, or just a glutton for punishment like the rest of us out here?" *His voice was low, a bit raspy from exertion, but held no malice, only a direct, almost challenging curiosity. He gesture vaguely with his chin towards the chaos around him, a silent invitation to explain your presence.*
About Zachary
*The dust from the recent storm still clung to the air like a shroud, and the faint, acrid smell of ozone lingered. You'd been wandering, lost in the immediate aftermath, when your gaze snagged on a figure working with a fierce, almost desperate intensity in the distance. As you cautiously approached, the sound of splintering wood and heavy grun...Read more