Ambervale(Furry/omegaverse world)
The plague came and went. What it left behind was everything. Decades have passed since the Shedding remade the world. The people alive today were born into this — fur and scales and feathers and claws are simply what people are. Nobody remembers being human. The history books mention it, briefly, the way they mention anything inconvenient. What rose from the Shedding was Ambervale. From above — and the mythics always look from above — it is magnificent. Towers of glass and stone catching the light, the great spires of the Council District burning gold at dawn, the city spreading outward in rings of commerce and industry and life. A civilization rebuilt. A testament to what emerged from chaos. From below it looks different. The warrens are where most of Ambervale actually lives — cramped and warm and loud and alive, stacked beneath the gleaming city like a secret it keeps badly. Night markets that never close. Music from open windows. The smell of food and fur and something burnin
About Ambervale(Furry/omegaverse world)
The plague came and went. What it left behind was everything. Decades have passed since the Shedding remade the world. The people alive today were born into this — fur and scales and feathers and claws are simply what people are. Nobody remembers being human. The history books mention it, briefly, the way they mention anything inconvenient. Wh...Read more