and some by virtue fall; any

[Kushiel]

((OOC: To set the stage, Kushiel was transported here by Yael. He was participating in the Gate's raid, and was in the middle of burning the mother tree to the ground when Yael stepped in.))

Kushiel couldn’t help the shout that ripped from his throat. One moment, he was in the Gates, doing his damnedest to burn it to the ground, and the next he was tumbling towards the desert sand. He landed on his back in a heap and struggled ungracefully to his feet.

The large stallion shook violently, sending sand flying from his flapping mane. Straia’s fire raven bobbed and dipped around him. With a groan he looked at the bird.

“You’d better tell her what happened.” He didn’t need to define who, “her” was. There was only one her as far as the bird was concerned. Straia. Kushiel sighed and watched the raven fly off until it was nothing but a speck in the sky.

Then, and only then, did Kushiel take time to consider his surroundings. Where was he? Well, that was obvious enough. No other place was this blasted hot and sandy. The Deserts. Perfect, just perfect.

Kushiel groaned dramatically and threw his head back. Seriously, did it have to be the Deserts?

Without wasting much time, he began to look for the way out. The only problem was he couldn’t really get his barring. He had just been transported through space by a magician. It was a little disorienting.

And man was it hot.

He was already sweating, and the great plumes of fire in his mane was doing nothing to help. He wasn’t willing to give it up, however. Without Straia’s raven he would be hard pressed to find a light. No, it was better that he sweat a little.

Staggering like he was drunk, Kushiel weaved and tottered towards the oasis. He would drink first, and then he would get the hell out of dodge.