Name;
Malik
Gender;
Male
Species;
Bleached Gyrophant
Name;
Sven
Gender;
Male
Species;
Glacial Serraptor
The heat was simply unbearable. In the vast empty landscape, no soul was insight, except for two figures in the distance, who some may mistake for a mirage.
It was an odd pair, a Glacier Serraptor and a Bleached Gyrophant, making their way slowly across the no man's land. Both seemed exhausted, with their dragging steps and bowed heads.
"Tree..." the Gyrophant said bleakly. It was a pathetic life form, it's branches scattered with a few green leaves. However, there was shade and any break from the intense heat was a welcomed sight. Putting a little more 'umph' into their step, the duo made it to the shade in minutes, panting and dehydrated.
The Gyrophant, being the large creature that he was, was forced to lay in order to fit under the shade. The Glacier Serraptor, however, pressed himself against the trunk, closing his eyes.
"I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea..." he grudgingly admitted. The Gyrophant opened one eye and looked at him.
"Really?" he said sarcastically, which he rarely did. The Serraptor let out a growl, signaling he wasn't in the mood to play.
After resting a few more minutes, the Serraptor stood and flexed his clawed feet. "Well, let's get going."
"Why can't you train here?" the Gyrophant said in defeat, hesitant to leave his shade. The Serraptor rolled his eyes and began to walk again. "Sven..."
"What Malik?" he snapped, turning around, watching his comrade struggle to stand. "Listen, the man at the store said that oasis would be around here somewhere."
"What if he lied?"
Sven snorted and continued to lead the way, with Malik catching up to him rather quickly.