20 years ago the war escalated into a full-blown catastrophe, tearing chunks out of the world and sweeping the lands away. The ones in the mountains survived. Anyone on ground-level was swept away by the sand or water.. they never stood a chance. Radiation levels peaked when facilities blew, the sun became harsh and uncaring- it took many years and many failed attempts to produce a chemical which would give us protection again. And it almost didn't succeed. People weren't being irradiated and burned to death, but the ones who saved us were quickly cut down by radicals. They were our last hope.. oh well. Who cares about our world anyway..?

My name is Ash. My life goal seems to be devoted to searching; going through the last of this wasted earth for something of meaning to me, to find my purpose. To find somewhere where I'll belong. I'm of adult age. I'm a crossbreed between a lynx and a lion, helping me adapt to the previous cold of the mountains, and the heat of the sun. I have no friends.. maybe one day I'll find someone.

art © gild