If someone asked Eiden he could only say he looked handsome with all these thin, brown-cream coloured, spiky fin rays, that flowed along him in the water as he moved further to the empty hull he'd found. some even stuck out from his hair.

He'd like to keep admiring himself but his surroundings sure turn him back to the moment as a small school of fish floats by, vibrant in colour leading him further into the hull.

When he suddenly meets someone there Eiden gets almost a heartattack. Soon it sinks in that it's someone familiar.

" Um... were we supposed to pick specific direction...? "

They didn't mention anything about that - Eiden already answers the question in his head. The silence around them is making him a little nervous. Something has made people to leave this apparent space station behind and Eiden doesn't know if he wants to know what it is. It could be just their captor 's tricks anyway but with how the annotation sounded.... Eiden doesn't know.

They've walked past all sorts of machinery eaten away by the time. They've even went past dead vending machines, Eiden even tried to kick one but nothing seems to come out. It seems like the door mechanisms still work, for most part. Some of them creak and stall a little, making Eiden hope they won't ever get stuck somewhere thanks to one.

" Well, whatever uh... "

Eiden think it's some sort of golem. Or just some kind of giant made that just happens to be made of clay. It doesn't really make any difference what to call it if it's going to squash him.

The rocky terrain would be a pain in the ass to run so it's great that he's got wings but that thing is cutting it dangerously close, so when he spots the small crevice in the rock leading down to cave system it's either that or getting grabbed by the golem.

The fall is narrow and steep, forcing Eiden clench his teeth as he descends down nature's hell slide, made entirely out of rock and dust. He can see the giant finger attempting to fit down after him but ultimately gets stuck. The opening down this hole is so narrow is practically tossing Eiden, making it hard to spread his wings that feel like they're getting pretty tattered against the walls. Small rocks and dry mud falls after him in his fall that seems endless.

As the vertical tunnel opens into bigger area Eiden soon finds he still can't spread his wings properly. Quick glance in the back shows him it's crinkled, almost like paper, unable to hold weight. Eiden can only press his eyes shut, brace him to the fall against the cold hard ground.

---- only for it not to come.

Sure he lands on something but the fall seems to be cushioned by something. Slowly Eiden's eyes peer open as he turns to look at what he landed on.

" Eh... Uh. Huh?! "

It's been a while from the last time he saw the forest guardian and this... This... is some timing. No warning, no nothing. He thought he'd be happy and sure there's that relief but ultimately he completely doesn't know how to face him all in sudden like this, like he didn't embarrass himself the last time. The best thing he can do is to mumble out a weak greeting:

Eiden stares the pair of dual coloured lenses behind which a pair of beady eyes stares him so without any discernible sign of life that Eiden can detect. Were it not for that one night he'd bet thing ... thing here wasn't even real.

This isn't someone that Eiden would choose for help but beggars can't choose. Having been caught into trap of some sort of metal net that swooped him onto it's embrace on him because his foot happened to hit a stray traptile.

" So.. --- hey!! "

As this cryptid, that he has learnt goes by the name Spamton, turns to strut away like he never perceived anything Eiden's voice rises quick:

If Eiden had any expectations this wasn't it. Going down to massive hole in the middle of the city and somehow you find yourself in a jungle that seems like it's going through the worst season in terms of heat. It's only been a while and his shirt's already sticking onto the skin.

He supposes this is where he should be putting all those lessons of survival with certain someone in use but the heat is boiling the braincells he'd use for that if he still has any.

One thing though...

" I think... Before anything else... "

" You think there's any clean water nearby...? "

These things remind him awfully a lot of of the mutant hexed hares from Klein with their multitudes of weirdly shaped fangs and eyes, long limbs that tag along even in an uneven terrain like this. He's managed to tag some of them off of him with spells but there's just too many of them so right now Eiden can't do much else than run.

His legs are really starting to feel that however and swapping to his wings only makes very little difference.

Worn out structures surround Eiden as he climbs over fallen piles of paper and dead scattered screens. What must have once been a study room or someone's office, maybe even command central - it was hard to tell for sure with how it was now - was now but a graveyard for all sorts appliances, futuristic sort.

Eiden lifts one of the papers, dusting it off. The unrecognizable writing of a language he doesn't recall seeing only earns a raise of an eyebrow before it falls back down to the ground.

Eiden bends down to check an old vending machine when he hears a sound. He heard one before, louder and far heavier which is how he ended up here, running. Whatever it might have been Eiden doesn't know if he wants to find out.

As soon as he turns to look a sigh of relief leaves him.