It was a sunny day in the grasslands of Eiria. Insects buzzed through the grass, the leaves of a nearby tree rustled in the breeze. A small stream burbled nearby, pooling into a quiet pond. The grass grew to several feet tall, waving gently. A car roared along the nearby road, before the sound faded away as it continued. The smell of earth was present here, along with the smell of grass. It was the ideal place for an afternoon hike, if you were into that sort of thing. Unfortunately, Slithus wasn't into that sort of thing, and for several reasons.
He had decided that he would leave the pond and find somewhere better at nightfall. Which meant he had to wait a few more hours. A few more hours spent curled up at the bottom of a muddy pond. A few more hours of disgusting, FILTHY water. A few more hours in an uncomfortably warm pond, in which the only inhabitant was a dead fish. A few more hours curled up awkwardly in an uncomfortable position. No. There was no way he would survive a few more hours. With a great sigh he lifted himself from the pond, rising out of the water like a majestic, mud covered fish lizard. Slithering out of the water, he tried his best to wash himself off in the stream, which wasn't much better. Giving up, he looked himself over, hissing when he saw what had become of his beautiful, shiny scales. It appeared that the coat of slime he totally didn't have had done absolutely nothing to protect him. Annoyed, Slithus looked around to see if anyone else was passing through.
- It was too sunny.
- It was too warm.
- The pond he was in was too small for him.
- The pond water was filthy.
He had decided that he would leave the pond and find somewhere better at nightfall. Which meant he had to wait a few more hours. A few more hours spent curled up at the bottom of a muddy pond. A few more hours of disgusting, FILTHY water. A few more hours in an uncomfortably warm pond, in which the only inhabitant was a dead fish. A few more hours curled up awkwardly in an uncomfortable position. No. There was no way he would survive a few more hours. With a great sigh he lifted himself from the pond, rising out of the water like a majestic, mud covered fish lizard. Slithering out of the water, he tried his best to wash himself off in the stream, which wasn't much better. Giving up, he looked himself over, hissing when he saw what had become of his beautiful, shiny scales. It appeared that the coat of slime he totally didn't have had done absolutely nothing to protect him. Annoyed, Slithus looked around to see if anyone else was passing through.