TundraReign's Clan

The wind rustles the leaves of nearby trees, muffling any sound to be made. The sky is dark, the fog thick. The air gives off a sickly sweet smell of some kind. You can't quite place it, though. The moisture in the air clings to you as you take in your surroundings.

Rubble of what used to make up this clan litters the clearing. Dark stains of red are spattered over trees, stones, and grass. They are joined with other, strangely colored stains. They range from green, to orange, to white. They are all dull in color, though you get the sense that they were once bright and bold like the colors of the koi in a pond not so far from where you stand. These substances seem to be the source of that strange smell; you decide to keep your distance.

The sound of footsteps startles you, and you turn to see a tundra with a stunning black, yellow, and red coat and mane. He stops and looks at you with his striking green eyes, boring holes into your soul through the dark bird skull mask he wears.

The two of you stand there for a while, you wait for something to happen while he seems to scrutinize your very being. After what seems like an eternity, he looks away from you and towards the rubble. You glance back as well, but see nothing different than before.

The tundra begins to move, startling you once more. He walks slowly through the rubble, following what once must have been a pathway before looking back at you. This time, his gaze seems softer, less intimidating. Its almost like he's trying to speak to you. As if to say "Come, follow me. I will show you."

But the question remains...