@boku-no-terios @psychiccontrol SEGA TRIPLE MEGA MIX
Emerald eyes flutter open, in a state of exhaustion and confusion. Sitting up, a lone blue wind manipulator blows locks of hair out of his eyes and brushes moss off his body before sitting up. The trees he’s surrounded by are tall, vines draping down and the sound of rushing water causing his ears to twitch. He’s not sure where he is, but the pallets are grey and dark. He looks down, tilting his head. Not only is it mossy, but it’s humid. Regardless of the humidity and almost lukewarm temperature, there is snow on the ground. When he reaches down to scoop the snow, he feels the iciness upon his skin through the exposed parts of his fingerless gloves.
“Talk about the Twilight Zone!” Sonic The Hedgehog whistles as he sees a path that leads his eyes too an opening in the distance. Kicking his shoe tips against the ground, the blue blur blasts off at Mach speeds down the path. Through forests he runs for seemingly tens of minutes, surrounded by trees that seem decayed or overgrown, mixed with icy textures but designs that seem as if they’d belong in the rainforest. All the while, he keeps his pace up. Until finally, he reaches the end of the path. Screeching so quickly to a halt that snow flies off the edge of the ravine the path lead him too, he stops to gawk at the scenery, letting out the loudest whistle he can at the sight of
A Castle that rests upon a mountaintop. A clear blanket of fog laying over it, seemingly every path imaginable leading to it. He rests his hands behind his head and looks over the ravine. Old rubble stands there, looking like a town straight out of Arthurian legend from whatever he’s seen. Every road from the town leads up to the castle, seemingly marking that large structure as the hub for these surrounding towns. His ears twitch suddenly, his eyes looking down at the town as he notices something that truly leaves him with the strangest impression. A... rusty... metal bird. It’s gotta be the size of a car! It rests onto of one of the buildings on the village all the way down at the bottom of the ravine he stands atop. It seems like it has some sort of dark fog flowing between it’s joints, but it too... looks icy and masked with moss.
The bird stares at him, and the hedgehog stares back. Before suddenly it lets out a screech that causes the Hedgehog to back pedal a bit. It flies up into the air, shooting at him like a bullet fired from a gun. “Whoa~! EASY THERE PAL~! I’m a tourist!!” He shouts, but the bird continues anyways. It’s talons are locked onto him, and he raises his fists... ready to unleash his speed on it.
Looks like it’s fight time!
