A slight breeze whistled through the towering metal buildings. Segments of deteriorating beams jutted into the air as they hung loosely to the rusty infrastructure.
This was downtown Parten.
The economy was wounded from the war, so there has been no attempt to repair the damaged area. Citizens who once lived here now reside in a shelter in the heart of Parten. Downtown is a desolate, bleak place; no one goes near it because of the sorrow it holds.
The war had began, and ended, in the center of the once-bustling city.
A rustle of metal and glass echoed through the air as a small creature stirred underneath a pile of rubble. The animal agilely leaped up onto a still-strong beam and intently scanned the decrepit city.
The eerie, acidic-green eyes flickered as the metallic animal took on a more relaxed posture. It wailed a mournful sound as it saw piles of inky ashes scattered across the area. It backed slowly backed up, metal ears pinned back to its head, as past memories began being recovered.
Traded for a VWN grey Gelert.