Fang stared for a moment and then leaned forward, uncrossing her arms like she was about to get mouthy in a police interview. Her first thought was that somehow, somebody had found out about her and were using this as a thinly veiled way of bringing it up, but if that was the case, it was rather an elaborate set-up. She dismissed it.
"Are you serious?" Eyes still a little wide.
She hadn't realised it was even possible to get to Gran Pulse any more. The Miasma had swept in after the War of the Magi, a thick blanket of Mist potent enough to addle gods and monsters alike. Everything had gone to hell then, but she'd been encased in crystal for much of it. She wondered if there was anything left? Maybe the land had recovered, the animals slowly returning to normal, the plant life recovering from the battering it had taken from that much Mist that quickly. Maybe people still survived there, in the furthest reaches of the continent, little enclaves of humanity that had moved past the atrocity. If nothing else, the Hunters could have survived. Her people, used to living off the land. The city folk would have suffered when they fell, the high concentrations of people making them a target for their mad gods, but those like her... maybe there was a chance.
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Date: 2019-12-31 06:54 pm (UTC)Fang stared for a moment and then leaned forward, uncrossing her arms like she was about to get mouthy in a police interview. Her first thought was that somehow, somebody had found out about her and were using this as a thinly veiled way of bringing it up, but if that was the case, it was rather an elaborate set-up. She dismissed it.
"Are you serious?" Eyes still a little wide.
She hadn't realised it was even possible to get to Gran Pulse any more. The Miasma had swept in after the War of the Magi, a thick blanket of Mist potent enough to addle gods and monsters alike. Everything had gone to hell then, but she'd been encased in crystal for much of it. She wondered if there was anything left? Maybe the land had recovered, the animals slowly returning to normal, the plant life recovering from the battering it had taken from that much Mist that quickly. Maybe people still survived there, in the furthest reaches of the continent, little enclaves of humanity that had moved past the atrocity. If nothing else, the Hunters could have survived. Her people, used to living off the land. The city folk would have suffered when they fell, the high concentrations of people making them a target for their mad gods, but those like her... maybe there was a chance.