Kevarr's Punishing Grounds

His legs wobbled. He felt weak from hurling the acidic and strangely somewhat burnt and sweet substance from within him. He didn't even want to think about what it was, and it didn't matter. He stared down the blob-eating bulb with a flash of anger and determination in his eyes. He tried to steady himself, and then he made a dive to attack the monstrous flower.

He was not expecting the stalk to suddenly bend, and the blob-eating bulb to duck. He barreled into a rock. Ow. He shook the dirt out of his fur in a very dog-like manner, then got to his feet. He felt a little roughed up, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. He tried to go for the flower again. And still, it avoided his attack.

It took him five tries before he realized something important.

The blob-eating bulb was growing out of the ground. He should attack the base of the flower's stalk instead the bulb of the flower. He made another dive at the flower. 

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When Kevarr finally landed, he was tired, hoarse (from shouting all the way down), and even more injured than when the blob-eating bulb first flung him. It hurt for him to even so much as try to stand. He wobbled a bit, then he began to walk - slow and unsteady. It looked like he was somewhere new now. Somewhere colder. Good thing he had a lot of fur. He should probably try to stop the bleeding, shouldn't he? He found some minty moss and started to use it to bandage his injuries. He winced a little as the sharp sting of the mint touched his injuries. 

Once he finished bandaging his injuries, he curled up on the ground and gave a heavy sigh. 

"Well, this day is going just swimmingly," he said, sounding sarcastic and defeated.

He breathed in and out, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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It didn't take him long to find the minty moss. The area seemed to be pretty much surrounded by it. It seemed like his injuries were already well on their way towards healing. He noticed he accidentally had too much minty moss leftover on one make-shift bandage and moved to cut the excess with his mouth. 

He paused when a sweet, minty taste filled his mouth. 

"That... was strangely refreshing." 

Bit too sweet for his tastes, though. 

He smacked his lips a little and shook his head. He could really use something with a bit more of a kick to it to get this strange taste out of his mouth.

He traveled about the sparse mossy mountains until he managed to find a small tree. Practically a leafless shrub really. He noticed small white horned fruit on it - just sitting there in this abandoned location behind a rocky outcropping. 

"Hmm. What does this taste like?"

He ate one and paused. 

"Still too sweet. Eh. S'pose it's all right. I could really use something tastier, though."

Eventually, he came upon a cave. He marched right in despite the darkness of the cave because who cared about darkness? He wasn't afraid of the dark. But there didn't appear to be anything in there just yet besides pools of ever-cool water. He took a moment to admire his reflection, then went back to the lambfruit tree. He popped another one in his mouth.

"Meh."

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Kevarr spotted a tree. He wondered if he could run up the tree without using his wings to aid him. He should be fast enough now. He backed up a little ways, then he charged at the tree. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" He bounded up the tree as it creaked a little underneath him. It was not terribly sturdy. He perched himself on very high up branch overlooking a good amount of mountainous area. He did his best to try and keep himself balanced on the wobbling branch. The wings on his feet kept flapping out of instinct expecting him to fall. 

"No. If I fall, I take the fall. You're my wings. You gotta do what I say." 

He moved a little closer to the end of the branch where it was getting smaller and thinner. Kevarr looked immensely pleased with himself as he continued to maintain his balance. 

"Helps to have four legs. I don't know how those weirdos get by with no legs or only two. Hmph." 

The branch underneath him creaked threateningly. 

He started to shift even more of his weight on the branch. And then suddenly, there was a snap.

He started to fall, he tucked and did a barrel roll and found himself diving into a very conveniently placed large boulder. Extra large. He picked himself up and dusted himself off. "Ugh. My face hurts."

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Kevarr soon realized he had not, in fact, attacked a very sizable rock. No, what he had done instead was attack a very sizable Terreden, a strange-snooted, lumbering turtle like creature known for its huge leaf. 

"Ah! Oh, not... a rock. Imagine that."

The terreden, angry from being woke up from its nap by the currently destructive blobling, lifted its heavy arm and swiped at Kevarr as if he were a bothersome gnat. Kevarr had some advantage in that the terreden was quite slow, but the fact that it's paw was so huge proved to be a challenge as far as avoiding it went. He barely managed to dive out of the way.

"Hey! It was an accident! I thought you were a rock! A big, brainless rock with no feelings or motivations or anything!"

This did not seem to help Kevarr's case with the Terreden. It moved to swipe at the dog-dragon blob again. A few strands of fur were shaved off the end of his furry tail. A close call.

"Okay, that's it! No, more Mr. Nice - uh - Whatever I am!" 

He charged at the terreden, intending to tackle it with full force. He slammed right into it just as the terreden was making another swipe with its paw.

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Kevarr laid underneath the shade of the tree, intending to rest from his numerous injuries due to getting his ass kicked by a terreden. It did not take him long before he fell into a deep, healing rest. As he rested, strange scenes began to flitter through his blobby head.

In one scene, he saw plumes of red and orange and large clouds of dark gray. The air was hot and hard to breathe in. He was calling out for someone, afraid, frantic...

Regretful. But he didn't know who they were or who he was or where he was or even really what was happening. 

In another scene, he woke up somewhere with lots of sand. He bounced along, happy and carefree. He saw a pretty flower he both recognized and didn't recognize. The yellow flower opened up, revealing many rows of sharp teeth. Rather than being afraid, he peered in curiously, and -

CHOMP!

In the next scene, there was a glowing white light. It felt calming. Soothing but it was very bright. Too bright for him...

And then, it seemed as if he were awake again, but he wasn't really awake. There was a tall blobling standing over him menacingly. Tall and thin with wolf-like ears. He growled at the tall blobling and attempted to bite the tall blobling's foot because fuck that blobling - and then the foot came towards him at great speed and connected. And he went sailing through the air, and when he landed on a sharp rock, there was a popping sound.

Pop.

The scene after there was more glowing white light. It was calming but mildly puzzled...

And then, he was bouncing along again but in a more angry manner. There was a group of bloblings nearby. Hmph. Those bloblings? FUCK those bloblings. He bounded along towards a black dragon-like blob with winged ears. He opened his many rows of sharp teeth.

And then, a singular black claw came towards him. Pop.

The final scene there was more glowing white light. It was neither calming nor harsh. There was only a sigh. 

Kevarr woke up. He put a winged paw to his head and grumbled. "Sheesh, how long did I sleep for? What was all that?"

He set his paw back down. "Hmph. I need a drink."

A drink of what he didn't know. He just needed a drink of SOME KIND.

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