Start Date: Today
End Date: July 31, 2018
End Date: July 31, 2018
The Myrsyky Syntynyt has flourished over the last months (let alone years) the pridal lands have gifted them with food, water, and shelter. Fortunately the lands haven't failed them yet, but the numbers - in thousands now - haven't been faced with the wrath of a God. The days have grown dark in the prosperous lands and yet the sun still shines upon them through the thick clouds. Groans of pain and discomfort can be heard throughout the pride.
Are you hungry..?
Had two little prophets gotten to the Warlord a day or so sooner the changes would have been seen. The invisible torture could have been prevented and the current circumstances could have been changed. 'Could of' didn't happen and so from her den Warlord Zjarri can now hear the groans of bellies playing at being empty, even when full. The shouts of anguish as cubs are lost to mothers weakened by this state of constant Famine.
Yes, starving...
The prides time of fortune has come to a halt under the distress of what has begun to happen. Though the lands continue to feed them and waters continue to flow.. they are wasting away. All members are feeling this at varying degrees, some are unable to move due to the weakness they feel, while others are capable enough to help those suffering. Or are strong enough to leave the pride and discover something odd.
The pain and suffering ends at the borders.