Adventures on Gran Pulse [Yaschas Massif] - open-ish
Ventus was feeling hungry, yes, quite hungry. He yearned for that delicious behemoth steak that Vanille had fed to him so long ago. Yet, he hadn’t the faintest clue where she had gone, or whence she came. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his belly, dreaming of the over-salted, tender meat.
“I want some steak,” he whined. A flash of light revealed his keyblade once more. He stared at it, calling out to Vanille with his heart. I wonder, if it’d work for something like this. Ven’s eyebrows bent in concentration as he focused the light in his heart. Vanille’s…steak!
A portal appeared. Bingo! With a grin, he leapt through, ready to explore Vanille’s home.
The moment Ven arrived in the new world, he realized he’d made the biggest mistake he ever could’ve made. Dreaming of behemoth steak had brought him face to face with the biggest, ugliest monster he’d ever seen in his life. His heart dropped to his stomach: A behemoth! The beast roared as loud as it could. He dodged a claw, leaping back, trying desperately to gain his bearings. Where was he?
He looked around and saw cracks and crevices all around. The twisted landscape had shifted the land, leaving deep gashes in the ground and impossibly high cliffs. In the distance, floating in the sky was the largest moon Ven had ever seen. The way it floated, it looked like it was above the surface rather than in space.
The monster lunged again, pushing him towards a corner. He wanted to fight back, but his body shook in fear. This wasn’t an unversed, it wasn’t a creature of darkness. It was a living breathing beast. A creature that deserved to live peacefully and was probably just ticked that he’d dropped in.
