~THE APEX HEADQUARTERS, DARKSTONE FORTRESS.
0900 HOURS
___
THE SKIES OUT IN THE CITY ARE LUMINOUS AND BLUE but for some reason, clouds drive past the heavens over the forest of Los Padres. It grants a sort of grayness over the woodland, and though the fine season of winter is over, it seems like it's going to rain—over the forest that is. The nimbus that pervades the skies above Los Padres are dense, dark, and ominous. It seems to provoke a certain aura of auspiciousness into the weather around, and not the good kind either.
The trees reflect the ashy drowse and the leaves seem clothed in something other than green. A darker, eerie gray. It is this somber happening that drowns the entire Woods, submerging the forest in a world separate from the normal. One can term it a sort of supernatural sentience that lures into the wolf-run Woods and makes the climate of the forest darker than the outside.
