Thunk
Swish
Thunk
Swish
Thunk
Swish
A repetitive pattern of noise filled the still, evening air. A swish and then a thunk. Over and over, these two noises switched back and forth.
Finally, the noise stopped.
"Sigh." Dorian flicked out his hands, washing away any stray dirt or grass. He then rubbed his forehead and eyes, feeling tired as he looked around. His black skinned Ifrit form had a set of clawed fingers and was suited for the task at hand.
He was currently standing in a large grassy meadow. Behind him, a small forest of oak trees could be seen, spaced intermittently. A long dirt path led through the forest and continued onward, a lonely road that meandered about the meadow and on to a large plain.
Dorian shook his head, returning his focus downward, towards a large hole he had just finished digging in the ground. A large rock, shaped roughly like a rectangle, was set in the ground just above the hole.