Nuka ~ Posts: 0 ~ Level: 1
Blood boiling, the furious Hollow Sygriff known as Nuka rode the salty winds over the Dead Coast. The name suited such a place. Only large salt deposits made the coast their home, other than the occasional creature or human who came for the sights. Nuka scoffed at the sight. It was nothing special.
"Oh, wow salt!" He mocked sarcastically. Clearly, the Dead Coast was not number one in his book of places to be.
So why had he come, exactly? Such a creature would never come here on free will...unless, of course, they were to be tricked into such a predicament. A short tempered Nuka paired with the reasonable, sly Sky equaled the Hollow Sygriff doing her bidding in the end.
Another strong gust of wind forced the salty stench into his unsuspecting beak, causing him to hack madly. The salt was in so much abundance here, he could even taste it in the wind.
"What a joyous trip. I couldn't possibly see why people don't make houses on such a lovely beach." His sarcastic tone and mocking attitude made him quite the irritable Sygriff. Did he care? Not in the least.
Lingering thoughts of abandoning his set mission were oh, so tempting. But returning without even attempting would surely lead to a lengthy lecture from Sky. He would never allow his time to be taken up any further by that woman. So he would stick with it. He would search for the creature known as a Palmie.
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