Post by Zidane Tribal on Jan 30, 2020 1:51:23 GMT -5
Pinnacle Rocks was, by far, the most difficult terrain on the plateau and often played on the misfortune of travelers stupid enough to attempt and cross the chasms and ravines in hopes of glory. Many of the wild beasts were suited to these areas and were not in the least bit friendly. Zhagnol were often the worst and known to gore the unsuspecting, chasing them down from high above the cliffs. Warbling birds hid the deceptively silent shuffle of blood-sucking bats who swooped down on thin-skinned prey, or hapless Zhagnol who in turn stampeded ever more troubling the inhabitants of the scenic route into the idyllic mountains.
Zidane looked to Absentia, the entity a curiosity. He felt like something was off with them, but their meeting was a curiosity. He tried to ignore the nagging thoughts that pushed loathsome memories into the back of his mind. Turning his eyes to the skies he could her the distant drums of rolling thunder. They couldn't stay in the area too much longer. He tapped his boots against the ground, the wet squelch indicating the marshy ground soaked and highly susceptible to carrying bolt charges were they not careful. The roots weren't much of a hiding spot, but with Monty's gang in trouble they couldn't very well leave them. the little guy had become a real help when they first arrived at the Rocks.
Without any idea where to go or no where safe to sleep Monty had been instrumental in their collecting their bearing. He couldn't abandon the little guy! It seemed the Nobody had attached themselves to the Moogle and his plight as well. Zidane had not seen what had been loaming about. "It could be a Zhagnol. Those things eat anything they can get their tusks through, but to capture a Moogle? It has to be something smart." Moogles were mischievous, cunning and downright troublesome so if something was capturing a bunch of them in this area there had to be someone more clever than a Moogle behind it.
"Oh thank you kupopo!" He would flutter out of the Nobody's arms and point over across the ravine where a long root that was about the width of a man sat between them and the path that led down into the chasm where, whatever it was, was keeping the Moogles.
It was one thing to trail through the twisting roots and marshland, but a complete other to crawl into the belly of the Pinnacle's vales. There was no telling what hid between those twisting vines, or who... Below a pair of eyes, or four, looked up toward the trio before disappearing behind a forest of roots that clung precariously to the segmented, sheer walls of stone.
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