03-26-2021, 12:45 PM
The news of the thaw was an unwelcome one. For a dry desert and a strangely placed jungle in the middle of it, the idea of snow was a wild one. Atticus never presumed why. Instead he got to work on Gael's order. A patrol was needed. Seeing that no one else offered to lead, he chose to step up and take the rest around the area. With a swish of his tail and a displeased expression of his tail, the canine set out from their makeshift meeting. Paws traversed from the temple, eventually reaching the Ashen City's edge with the rest. He stopped at the edge of the city, observing it's fallen pieces, only to continue forward.
As he walked further north, the land beneath his feet began to grow mushy. Dips in the land were now home to small freshwater sources. The water was blackened and milky with the ashes of The Pitt's old homes and whatever bodies remained, causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. His golden eyes peered up from the ground. The rest of the remaining city remained full of mold, algae, and mildew as a result. For what little stone and wood remained, it was drenched. The canine held no ties to The Pitt's old home, but he couldn't help growling underneath his breath in displeasure.
His head turned back. Yellow hues narrowed at the group that follows, only to offer a frown. The former city seemed to be a lost cause, but the contaminated freshwater was a prominent issue. "I think we're shit out of luck here," he grumbled. There was only two options now: move along or restore the area. After all this time though, he doubted the second option would happen.
As he walked further north, the land beneath his feet began to grow mushy. Dips in the land were now home to small freshwater sources. The water was blackened and milky with the ashes of The Pitt's old homes and whatever bodies remained, causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. His golden eyes peered up from the ground. The rest of the remaining city remained full of mold, algae, and mildew as a result. For what little stone and wood remained, it was drenched. The canine held no ties to The Pitt's old home, but he couldn't help growling underneath his breath in displeasure.
His head turned back. Yellow hues narrowed at the group that follows, only to offer a frown. The former city seemed to be a lost cause, but the contaminated freshwater was a prominent issue. "I think we're shit out of luck here," he grumbled. There was only two options now: move along or restore the area. After all this time though, he doubted the second option would happen.