Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191228054644/@comment-33229352-20200121200529

The tracks led to a steep ravine. It was thoroughly burned, with most of the plant life reduced to cinders. Blackened bones of deer and livestock were scattered throughout, and at the bottom lay a large pile of rocks, arranged in a very uncomfortable-looking nest. A small stream wound around it. The water flowed sluggishly, inundated with ash and charcoal that turned the water a sickly dark shade. Save for a rather large amount of crows picking through the ravine, there was no sign of life. The area reeked of smoke, and death, if one could smell such a thing.

The villager rolled his eyes, more than a little done with Sunny's demeanor. "I might as well pack up my family and whatever else isn't destroyed and leave. Maybe we'll have better luck somewhere else."

The kelpie chuckled. "Is that so? Well, I guess they aren't so different than us lowly mortals after all. Excluding the fact they could collectively decide to end the world with a snap of their fingers."