MemosNiceSide

The solitude of the cave is bliss. No lights, no sounds, no other beings disturbing her off time. Bahamout likes the caves. They are huge enough for her to walk, climb and even sometimes fly in them. And no one is getting onto her nerves. It is not like she absolutely hates company but for the most time she preferes to be by herself. Especially lately when she just seems to run into all kind of strange wolfbears.   The in comparison tiny tokotas aren't bad or anything. Especially that red and black one was kind nice to hang around, not having any fear of her. But they are loud and always barking, howling or making all kind of noises. Way too

https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/814860621/4834029804 It is unbearable. The voices of the surrounding souls drive him crazy. He feels his head spinning, his gut revolting and it is hard to breath. The only thing that keeps him from screaming in agony is the soft touch of the lost soul pressing itself against his chest, afraid of what will happen to them. He needs to stay focus. He needs to protect the soul. After all of this, he can not lose it. But the heat makes it harder and harder to breath. Malzahar can't comprehent why he even is able to do it in the first place. Shouldn't they sufficate hundreds of miles in the sky where the air