NEOS
I have but one thing
I wanna say to you
I wanna say to you
The lion had been prowling the lands of the Wilds, needing time to think about the world he was in at large and the war that threatened it. Having come from the King's End, the Feverlands were eventually the next stop in his lonely travels.
I severely doubt the supposed 'gods' here would show you any attention at their shrines with how far they have sticks up their---
I won't know that for sure until I try. Something's funny about this world conflict and I can't place my paw on it.
A groan echoed in the lion's head before hearing, Please don't get us killed...
From the internal arguing, the beast almost missed the land softening under his large paws more than normal, causing him to raise his head to the scene now around himself and finally behold the tower in the distance surrounded by a tar pit. His luck, a large one, too.
Probably a relic of this land's past, probably not...worth...
Gem?
...Antonio, am I the only one that feels that?
Once mentioned, the lion noticed the intense draw to the place, to the tower, and it was enough to set him on edge. He almost continued forward, almost pulled forward, but had forced himself to stay put long enough to notice the surroundings of the strange tower.
Yeah, I do. Something's pulling on what little may remain of our Aura senses, and I don't like it.
...scout the perimeter, going on ahead blindly appears a death trap, especially without any way for us to fly above the tar.
For once, we're on the same page.
The lion eventually noticed the other that arrived, coolly observing what happens as he watched his steps while moving around the edge of the seeming pit for now.
Neos has a bad feeling about this place as tries to scout around for the most-stable path in his lion form instead of just rushing forward.
I severely doubt the supposed 'gods' here would show you any attention at their shrines with how far they have sticks up their---
I won't know that for sure until I try. Something's funny about this world conflict and I can't place my paw on it.
A groan echoed in the lion's head before hearing, Please don't get us killed...
From the internal arguing, the beast almost missed the land softening under his large paws more than normal, causing him to raise his head to the scene now around himself and finally behold the tower in the distance surrounded by a tar pit. His luck, a large one, too.
Probably a relic of this land's past, probably not...worth...
Gem?
...Antonio, am I the only one that feels that?
Once mentioned, the lion noticed the intense draw to the place, to the tower, and it was enough to set him on edge. He almost continued forward, almost pulled forward, but had forced himself to stay put long enough to notice the surroundings of the strange tower.
Yeah, I do. Something's pulling on what little may remain of our Aura senses, and I don't like it.
...scout the perimeter, going on ahead blindly appears a death trap, especially without any way for us to fly above the tar.
For once, we're on the same page.
The lion eventually noticed the other that arrived, coolly observing what happens as he watched his steps while moving around the edge of the seeming pit for now.
Neos has a bad feeling about this place as tries to scout around for the most-stable path in his lion form instead of just rushing forward.
RAWR
