Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171101022107

Rather, there were no grasses or fruit. Only the lava-stained pools and burnt trees, against the jagge dpeaks of brimstone. The peaks were covered in smog and toxic gases, with vents spewing carbon dioxide into the air. Tropeognathus spy on the group from their perches, like creepy ravens, waiting for one to fall so they can strike. Eventually they find a target and swoop.