Post by Siveria Nightshade on Dec 29, 2008 10:02:51 GMT -5
BURN;;
Nothing but embers, ashes, coals. The forest has been etched in gray from an unplaceable wildfire, though it bites hotter that most natural blazes. A smoke has set in thick, and the four packs of wolves that roam this mountain valley are in for a tough summer. Emerging from a famine was hard enough...but this?The fire is dead now, or is it? The smoke still lingers, like the recent chill in the summer winds. For what seemed like many moons, the packs were preparing for war against each other. Now, there is something much greater than their own skirmishes to worry about.
BLAST;;
The wounded valley is torn apart and ravaged by a cyclone of raging torrential wind and rain, and the lands on which the packs have made their foundations are winding down to nothing but scars, faulty sightings, stories....
Wolves are missing. Disappearing with the sands of time. All evidence is aiming vengeful hatred towards the Yozoran Pack, seemingly hungry for power. But is all really as it seems?
But the stale breezes whisper of apocalypse on the wind...
And they stir the most lethal, acidic of tyrants:
Those who have already died.
Some have been there over a century, others only a short while, but all wolves who are banished to Hellfire, deathly imprisonment, or it's darkest region, Tartarus, were never meant to emerge from it and enter the Twilight Realm of the nobly deceased. Nevermind the Twilight Realm; they were never meant to live again, to reign hell upon the earth they now walk.....
THE GATES OF HELL ARE OPENED;;
And a band is forming under a traitorous, shadowed dictator....but who could believe such things? What sane wolf would honestly find it in them to accept the dead are living again?
And in this fogged mess, the four packs must live on through a tyranny they can't see clearly. They must hunt and fight for all they're worth. Devious betrayals are hatching among friends and foes, alliances are being reset, and though the issues of food and recovering the lost warrios seem most vital to address, there are some things that no wolf could have seen coming -- some things that not even a prophecy could have anticipated. To understand this crisis, one must look to a misted past.
Whether you be among the heartfelt, courageous Sheerans,
The determined, clever Siverians,
The regal, fierce Destinians,
Or the sharp, mysterious Yozorans,
Protect your pack. Or die trying.
CAN YOU SEE THROUGH THE MIST?
Wolves of the Mist;;
{A Wolven Legend}
||STAFF||
Siveria - Administrator
Wolfie - Global Moderator
Destiny - Global Moderator
Accalia - Moderator
Sheera - Moderator
||LEVELS||
All are welcome, but we ask you to give out at least three sentences. Please only join if you are thirteen and older, as some of the content is violent. We aim to improve writing skills, but don't harp on someone to write a mile every time they post.
||ACTIVITY||
Medium to High
We've been in operation for about a year.
We are small, but we are a band of creative minds and kind spirits.
[/color]Nothing but embers, ashes, coals. The forest has been etched in gray from an unplaceable wildfire, though it bites hotter that most natural blazes. A smoke has set in thick, and the four packs of wolves that roam this mountain valley are in for a tough summer. Emerging from a famine was hard enough...but this?The fire is dead now, or is it? The smoke still lingers, like the recent chill in the summer winds. For what seemed like many moons, the packs were preparing for war against each other. Now, there is something much greater than their own skirmishes to worry about.
BLAST;;
The wounded valley is torn apart and ravaged by a cyclone of raging torrential wind and rain, and the lands on which the packs have made their foundations are winding down to nothing but scars, faulty sightings, stories....
Wolves are missing. Disappearing with the sands of time. All evidence is aiming vengeful hatred towards the Yozoran Pack, seemingly hungry for power. But is all really as it seems?
But the stale breezes whisper of apocalypse on the wind...
And they stir the most lethal, acidic of tyrants:
Those who have already died.
Some have been there over a century, others only a short while, but all wolves who are banished to Hellfire, deathly imprisonment, or it's darkest region, Tartarus, were never meant to emerge from it and enter the Twilight Realm of the nobly deceased. Nevermind the Twilight Realm; they were never meant to live again, to reign hell upon the earth they now walk.....
THE GATES OF HELL ARE OPENED;;
And a band is forming under a traitorous, shadowed dictator....but who could believe such things? What sane wolf would honestly find it in them to accept the dead are living again?
And in this fogged mess, the four packs must live on through a tyranny they can't see clearly. They must hunt and fight for all they're worth. Devious betrayals are hatching among friends and foes, alliances are being reset, and though the issues of food and recovering the lost warrios seem most vital to address, there are some things that no wolf could have seen coming -- some things that not even a prophecy could have anticipated. To understand this crisis, one must look to a misted past.
Whether you be among the heartfelt, courageous Sheerans,
The determined, clever Siverians,
The regal, fierce Destinians,
Or the sharp, mysterious Yozorans,
Protect your pack. Or die trying.
CAN YOU SEE THROUGH THE MIST?
Wolves of the Mist;;
{A Wolven Legend}
||STAFF||
Siveria - Administrator
Wolfie - Global Moderator
Destiny - Global Moderator
Accalia - Moderator
Sheera - Moderator
||LEVELS||
All are welcome, but we ask you to give out at least three sentences. Please only join if you are thirteen and older, as some of the content is violent. We aim to improve writing skills, but don't harp on someone to write a mile every time they post.
||ACTIVITY||
Medium to High
We've been in operation for about a year.
We are small, but we are a band of creative minds and kind spirits.