Post by Mikaelson on Apr 23, 2014 2:45:38 GMT
Enzios flew across the landscape to get to Paleoth islands, which large patch of land that has toxic water. Probably from some plant or animal that caused it. Water cannot become toxic by itself. He was immune to the toxic in the water, his stomach able to filter out the toxic and turn it into nutrients. The fog stirred and moved out of the way from the gust that created by his wings though more fog rolls in to replace the dispersed fog. He's been hiding a lot, he tried to heal someone last week and the person hired some bounty hunters to go after him. Only escape was to hide in Paleoth location, after all, it'll be dangerous to enter. One fall into the water or sip of the water. Even yet smelling the air with the thick fog, toxic could be in the water molecules in the fog. Usually have to wear a mask or something to go through here.
Hearing something crunch somewhere, his eyes turned towards the direction, his wings twitching lightly. He was hiding amongst one of the floating small islands. which he used his feathers to try to blend into the dark rocks and vegetation. Most of it looks dead and darkened. Hearing the sound stop, glancing towards the direction, waiting for anything to happen. Nothing. Sighing in relief, sitting up and glances down to the water. It was murky and still, it was barely moving. This place screams with death and decay. It has that creepy vibe to it, like automatically instincts to not ever enter. It was quiet, peaceful, a place where no screams can be heard. It could be paradise to some people, to enjoy the silence. Not for him, he enjoys listening to others, hearing what they have to say.
Hearing something crunch somewhere, his eyes turned towards the direction, his wings twitching lightly. He was hiding amongst one of the floating small islands. which he used his feathers to try to blend into the dark rocks and vegetation. Most of it looks dead and darkened. Hearing the sound stop, glancing towards the direction, waiting for anything to happen. Nothing. Sighing in relief, sitting up and glances down to the water. It was murky and still, it was barely moving. This place screams with death and decay. It has that creepy vibe to it, like automatically instincts to not ever enter. It was quiet, peaceful, a place where no screams can be heard. It could be paradise to some people, to enjoy the silence. Not for him, he enjoys listening to others, hearing what they have to say.