The eldest kalons who ever lived in this city will tell you what it only used to be. It was once a bright, lively place, filled with kalons who worked hard and were always able to hold their promise. Oh, what a town this used to be.
Willowdale is only a shadow in comparison to the past city. Now, the rain never stops. Gloom, and glum folk make their way through the muddy streets, and grime can be found between every kalon's fur who have stepped outside. Frown lines riddle the faces of those who live here like a plague, and the life of this previously gorgeous city has left... oh so long ago.
Willowdale is only a shadow in comparison to the past city. Now, the rain never stops. Gloom, and glum folk make their way through the muddy streets, and grime can be found between every kalon's fur who have stepped outside. Frown lines riddle the faces of those who live here like a plague, and the life of this previously gorgeous city has left... oh so long ago.