Remnants of the Earth
TEINAR => Wastelands => Topic started by: Clever-fox on March 16, 2014, 08:37:57 am
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The young gryphon sat down on a rock and looked off to the horizon; a large dust storm was forming a few klicks away. He barely blinked at it; a bit of dust in the feathers wasn't that bad, and given he had a custom made respirator over his beak, he didn't have to worry about choking on dust; the wasteland held dangers far worse than a cloud of dirt. Stretching his wings, Evander the gryphon got up from his rock. No time like the present to get going... Looking back, he saw he was alone... For now....
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Parasect sat down, cross-legged, waiting for the dust storm. As he meditated he thought about Halihare, and how damaged it was. He let out a long, disgruntled sigh as the mushroom on top of his head started to vibrate, the storm was getting close.