Fairspell Meadow courting baphomet

«Gonna set this before he makes it back to Cal. :) »



He was soooooo exhausted. The type of exhausted that makes you wanna curl up, and snooze the rest of the day away. But suckily for him, he couldn't.
Hippie had to hop back home. 

The dudette Echo had brought him quite a ways from the mountains, and he couldn't thank the girl enough, sending her on her way with medical advice for her stature, and a large chunk of meat from a crushed moose the pair had found along the way, he bid farewell, and made his way through the rest.

He was coming to some plains, the flat lands he felt would soon help him find a landmark or something that would point him in the right direction,...
...
Well shit, scratch that. 
This was tornadofied land. 
About that landmark? Yea, no. 
Damnit.

The golden teen crossed the ruins of a once beautiful pasture, the storm greenery and other animals, alike. 
He even saw a dead bear sticking up from underneath that fallen tree, over there. 
Shhhhheeeeshh. 
Mother Nature, chillaxify gal. 

Emeralds scoured over the wasteland until he saw a figure that was upright, standing, and very not dead.
Yay, a survivor. 

Calling from afar, he barked 

"Hey dude, you hurt or anything? If so, I can help ya, free of charge."