What's Wrong Kid?

A little bit of alone time was always nice, right? Dusk had caught wind of a strange place that had blown up during the last big storm. A path had been unearthed and viola, a whole new land to explore.

The dark fae arrived at the odd location just as the sun was setting. The fading crimson light cast an eerie glow over the entire clearing. It was enough light to see the vast array of odd contraptions, buildings and whatnot. Dusk cast a glance towards her trio of companions, one brow lifting. "We can turn back if you're scared," she teased, obsidian lips peeling back to flash a pristine, white grin. Jet growled in annoyance, rolling his eyes. Scoria and Coal said nothing, though the bird took to the skies to investigate from up above.

Knowing that her friends wouldn't back down from a challenge such as this, the midnight fae padded forward into the strange collection of objects. She wondered what this place was. What it had been. As she moved along, Dusk kept her fiery eyes open, scanning her surroundings for anything useful.

"Dusk Carpathius"