Post by Moon on Jun 8, 2015 9:30:00 GMT -7
This was probably the worst place for a jungle-born bird. Umbriel glided across dead air over the dunes of the desert, brown eyes watching down below for any sign of water or shade. There was little to no plant life in this area and rocks were often buried by occurring sandstorms. Thankfully no wind had picked up within the last half day or so, something of a pleasure for the grey harpy eagle. Sandstorms required shelter, not even those who were born here could fly through the monsters of grain and wind. Umbriel wouldn't stand a chance in the long run...
A shiver ran along his spine despite the sun beating on his back. Just thoughts that weren't pleasant, not ones he wanted to even think about let alone go through. His feathers would be stripped from his body or he might just be thrown to the ground and buried to death. That was a challenge he would not readily accept. But still he flew while the air was clean, brown eyes scanning the land below.
A shiver ran along his spine despite the sun beating on his back. Just thoughts that weren't pleasant, not ones he wanted to even think about let alone go through. His feathers would be stripped from his body or he might just be thrown to the ground and buried to death. That was a challenge he would not readily accept. But still he flew while the air was clean, brown eyes scanning the land below.
