Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191224042757

Milo was circling slowly above an abandoned village. He wasn't able to see much from the air-- a dense fog had rolled in from the sea, obscuring most things from view. With a frustrated sigh, he landed about 50 yards outside of it. He hated having to investigate things like this. They were rarely cut-and-dry, and often there was something he needed to fight. The hybrid hoped today wasn't going to be like that. He was tired of that stuff. He folded his wings tightly behind his back and waited patiently for Galaxian.  