Akvo City
05-10-2018, 10:21 AM
The water throughout Akvo is murky and dark, and you feel within, the burdening weight of anticipation. Once a vibrant city of grandeur, brimming with the activities of a flourishing population, it lies now amid the drifting shadows of the lonely deep sea.
Tall, intricate coral walls line winding corridors of this catacomb and a strange array of underwater creatures have forged amid the gloom a sanctuary of their own. Crazed cuttle, a sort well adapted to this life, lay quietly in waiting as the currents above the grey, sandy floor whisk an abundance of queer fish life, here and there.
Capitocoral cloak the dulled walls, camouflaged cleverly to avoid the notice of the beaks of destructive peckers.
The apex predator among them all, however, stalks through the ominous depths with an eye for only the finest food available. Naridon... His slimy, fluorescent scaled skin drinks the flavour of the horse invading his kingdom and his senses delight, revelling in the rise of want within. He is eager, to find her, he is greedy, for he has eaten two intruders the same, this week.
Gliding without sound, he notes the sound of her chipping, navigating through familiar passageways until he can see her ahead. He pauses though, eager for the thrill of chase, and lowers his sinewy, sleek bodice to the shadowed floor to wait.
Tall, intricate coral walls line winding corridors of this catacomb and a strange array of underwater creatures have forged amid the gloom a sanctuary of their own. Crazed cuttle, a sort well adapted to this life, lay quietly in waiting as the currents above the grey, sandy floor whisk an abundance of queer fish life, here and there.
Capitocoral cloak the dulled walls, camouflaged cleverly to avoid the notice of the beaks of destructive peckers.
The apex predator among them all, however, stalks through the ominous depths with an eye for only the finest food available. Naridon... His slimy, fluorescent scaled skin drinks the flavour of the horse invading his kingdom and his senses delight, revelling in the rise of want within. He is eager, to find her, he is greedy, for he has eaten two intruders the same, this week.
Gliding without sound, he notes the sound of her chipping, navigating through familiar passageways until he can see her ahead. He pauses though, eager for the thrill of chase, and lowers his sinewy, sleek bodice to the shadowed floor to wait.
the Rift
