In the barren places of the Corrupt Empires horses are killers and hungry for the screams of the helpless others. Here, there are no leaders; horses come here just to roam and figure out what to do, either join one of the existing herds or start one or live here. Living here is a lonely place, yet filled with disgust and no manners from other beasts. Take in an eye full of this area and you’ll find nothing exiting. Trees are scarce as the ground is no longer filled with their once rich ingredients. Flowers no longer bloom in the spring or summer. Rocks jag out, reaching out to the skies from the ground, reaching up to the clouds, trying to catch your dreams, your faith. They’ve already caught your hope.
