Stupid little hide and seek game. I have better things to do with my spare time. Zanaria thought as he scoured the land below him, scanning for the missing few. He'd been flying for only a few minutes, but he had covered more ground than expected.
I'll try on foot for a little bit, then I can rest my stupid, freakin sore, wings. Zanaria touched down lightly near a group of rocks and boulders. Their odd group probably caused it somewhere along the time they were here.
The sky was unnaturally clear, it's usuall coating of grey clouds was gone. All that remained was a darkened blue sky,
I haven't seen the sun in forever, those clouds always covered it. Does this place even have a sun? Zanaria glanced back up at the clear sky. Something's wrong, those have been here since I landed.
Zanaria picked his pace up, now understanding Silver's worry. There was trouble brewing, and he didn't want to be a part of it. He swirwed through the rocks, checking for any souls hiding among them.
"What the hell is that?" Zanaria asked, seeing something wiggling amog the rocks. He closed in on it and began laughing . It was Mike's legs.
"How in hell do you get your legs stuck? And why don't you look for them?" Zanaria sputtered, still laughing at the stupidity of the raptor.
He flung the legs over his shoulder, which still wriggled, and took to the air. Zanaria smiled, remembering how Sedusa had carried him for a bit, and then cared for him afterwards.
I can't get her out of my head. And I still don't know if that's a good thing. It seems that ever since I was imprisioned, I haven't been myself. Zanaria concluded. Except around ol' burnt-up marshmallow, I haven't fought or insulted as much as I used to. Something is wrong, and I don't know if it's Sedusa or myself.
"Stop squirming you stump!" Zanaria screamed at the flailing legs, which began kicking the side of his head. "I swear I'm going to get you back where you belong, then kill you twice!"
The legs calmed down a bit, and Zanaria smiled. It felt good to threaten someone again.