Altum's Training Grounds

Sire seemed happy snacking on grapes. Watching his friend enjoy the experience of eating, Altum decided to go on a small adventure with him to find a more complicated dish for both to enjoy. To the advice of Sire, they went back into the sands because of the empty expanse that's easy to see. Altum was gliding along trying not to get sand on his feet and body as much as possible.

The two of them passed Prismermines chittering around in the sand with excessive compliments for one another. Trying to catch one ended up with sand and blinding light in the face. They traveled by the massive Terredens and Chromillias and ended up in front of a peculiar looking plant. I know you haven't been out of the swamps in a while, however, perhaps you know what this is? He splayed his goopy hands in a shrug like motion as Altum stepped closer. Immediately he heard a violent inhale and witnessed the plant blossom to life, sucking him in. Even though he was larger than other blobs, the plant could easily wrap its petals around him. The situation happened so fast, he could only react and have his tail stick out of the plant, preventing a complete suction.

The chamber he was in started to fill up with a sticky substance. Even though he felt the thing sort of gag after tasting him, it was determined to digest what it found. What is with Terrea being so full of sticky things!? He began to struggle around when he heard muted splats and garbles. He knew that Sire was probably helping out. Trying to bring the message across, he thrashed his tail, pointing out a potential weak spot. He felt tarred hands grip his tail as he was slowly being tugged out. The sharp teeth was scraping his body, but luckily only his gelatinous outsides were being torn at instead of his core.

Eventually he was yanked out, with the plant preoccupied with filling up it's chamber. In anger he attacked the base of the plant, leaving deep gashes all around. Oddly enough, Sire plucked off all the leaves it could and motioned to Altum to head off. Once the plant was out of sight, they wandered towards a Poffudula trees and settled down, this time on the sand and looked at the findings. The leaves didn't look anything special and it smelt like, well, leaves.

During this time, Altum was extremely on guard and anxious, not trusting the silent and blank expanse. He heard sand moving and swiped as hard as he could at the sound. The tables have turned as the Prismermine was the surpised one. A whack and a large injured ‘dook’ pierced the air. The thing blasted off without a second thought as a piece of its tail was twitching on the sand. Altum's eyes went wide with instant regret, pitying the poor creature he chopped. He turned away from the mass of meat and focused on the leaves. He reached up on his hind legs and grabbed a red Poffudula pod with his two wings. Then, after repeatedly wiping and digging his tail in the sand to clean it, he sliced the pod in half. He grabbed half of the leaves, rolled them in a scroll-like fashion, and placed them in the dye. The leaves soaked up the liquid, turning them red a bit.

When the pod halves finally dried, along with the liquid soaked and dried also, Altum placed half of the soaked leaves in the other bowl. Along came Sire, dropping half of the dried Prismermine tail into the leafy bowl. Altum was shocked as he turned to see his friend doing the same with his bowl, eating the spicy leaves and tail in it. Sire made happy smacks and turned to Altum, pointing at the bowl and nodding. Hesitantly he put his face into the bowl, allowing his gelatin to soften and absorb the food. It was honestly good compared to the simple fruits he usually eats. It was a spicy leafy texture that tasted like meat. The Prismerine on the other hand was different than what he expected. The whole dish tasted like a bunch of spicy meat, but it wasn't so bad.

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When Altum was done with his sleep, he decided he was bored enough to take on a Terreden again. Of course, not the same one, they would be too wary. He gentle woke Sire and told them his plan. Sire responded with a vigorous jiggle and a big grin. So off they went, farther into the smiley sands on the lookout for a large brown mass. They eventually found one, snoozing on the sand. The leaf and spot pattern was different, confirming it was a separate Terreden. Instead of dodging or fighting though, Altum felt like he wanted to test his skill and steal one of its large leaves from the back. Altum told Sire to hold back while he crept up to the Terreden. He gently climbed his way up the thick skin of the creature to the base of one of the leaves. He didn't know if it would be able to feel the leaf, so he quickly sliced a jagged cut with his tail as fast as the leaf would allow. The Terreden was starting to shift, from the feeling or noise, he didn't know. When the leaf was finally free, he tugged it over to Sire and the two of them rushed off as the Terreden finally got onto its feet. By the time they were almost out of eyesight, the Terreden began feeling around since it had terrible eyesight.

They once again found themselves under a poffudula tree. Siting there with this leaf almost 2 times the size of both of them combined, he had no idea what to do. He didn't think he'd get that far. Grabbing a red Poffudula pod and splitting it in half for a snack for both him and Sire, he thought of what he could do with the leaf. He sat there for a long while till he had the idea of something soft and cushiony to lay on. Conveniently enough, they had fluffy strands to stuff the leaf with right above their heads. Not caring too much about appearances, the both of them grabbed as many colorful strands as they could. If the tree didn't grow back so quickly, it probably would of been bare several times. They somehow managed enough for about half the leaf. That was enough, since now they had to close it up. The both of them struggled to bend the massive leaf to the other end of itself, with Altum pinning it down with his body. He wondered what he could use to keep it holding. He looked down at the bowl and had another plan. Pardon me. Sire, can you grab the dried Poffudula pod and shatter it to make a small needle? After that, please grab a lot of the white firm strands if you will. After a quick nod, Sire went to work. It took a lot of effort from the both of them, and after a long, long while passed, they both ended up with a semi- neat looking cushion. It was big enough to fit them both and maybe two others. It was green with little strands of white poking out. The colorful insides were no where to be seen. Now the problem was how to push it back all the way into the Tar Pit Labyrinth.

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