Sinful Utopia

Lead Stallion: Sacrificial Resonance

Don’t be fooled by this land’s name: it’s not utopia at all. A nearly lifeless prairie, ravaged by fire not long ago so that the scars still remain. The tattered remains of a stream flow through the ravaged, slowly returning grasses, the only source of water in the land, and one which freezes in winter and disappears in summer. The only shelter in this land is a small copse of trees scared by the past fire and darkened from the charring blaze; this copse belongs to the leader and his mate, while everyone else fends for themselves.