Chimera Fields drink a cup of cyanide for sweet dreams

@Tzila

he'd been heading back towards the coast when crossing paths with the devastation of a tornado, curiosity striking him in waves as he crossed the line that divided the field in two. on one side was a collection of budding flowers, the soil rich and earth ideal for plants to thrive. on the other was a mangled mess of dirt and stone, the ground torn apart leaving little more than earthworms to survive among the damage.

having never seen a tornado himself, he was lost on what could have caused such destruction. perhaps the same being that had burnt down the forest he'd seen had struck this pasture as well, their wrath with these wilds all too interesting to the inky wayfarer.