Post by Asphyxia on Dec 27, 2010 2:07:25 GMT -5
In the Beginning||
“Fire, bring us light and warmth.
Water, bring soothing and quench.
Air, allow us to breathe.
And Earth, give us shelter.”
An age-old chant recited by the members of four separate packs. They were Element-Worshipers, meaning they depended on the elements to help them survive.
Leikl, the pack of Good.
Seifal, the Rulers.
Vecka, the pack of Evil.
Miro, the pack of Indecisiveness.
And the Loners.
The four defined packs lived a simple life. Food was in abundance for many years. Powers were quite common among the wolves. Until...
The Betrayal||
"Leikl. Do not harm the Vecka," Seifal demanded.
The Vecka and the Leikl were always disputing. Over land, over prey, over rights. The Seifal took the side of the Vecka, not knowing the full story. The Leikl were expected to obey their leaders. Somehow, the pack of Light wriggled out from the dominance of the leading pack. They attacked the Vecka, causing the numbers of the Evil pack to dwindle down to less than six.
The Sefial were enraged...
The Curse||[/u]
“You cannot hunt on these lands.”
Six simple words that caused what Leikl believed to be the end of their world.
“As of now, your fangs and claws will have no effect on wolves, humans, or animals. You disobeyed, you cannot defend yourselves anymore. You will have to forage to survive, and depend on keeping a low profile to keep yourselves out of trouble with wolves and humans,” continued the members of Seifal. The Leikl bowed their heads as the curse set in.
This was only the beginning for these wolves.
The Blessing||
“Oh, come now, Pack of Three,
protect Leikl, hunt for thee.
For, in three years, you shall see,
Leikl will be left to fend for thee.”
This was recited by the alpha of Seifal. Leikl rejoiced with their new protections. The members of Vecka snarled in unison.
“Foraging and running from me,” the alpha of Vecka hissed, adding onto the chant, his venomous tone in striking contrast to the Seifal's sweet blessing.
A New Beginning||
“Pack of Three,
you have fulfilled your requirements for thee.
Now, lift your souls and set your spirits free.”
Every good thing must come to an end. Seifal lifted the blessing of the Protectors, and the three wolves seemed to dissipate. Things went back to normal, or, at least, how it was before the blessing. Famine is slowly setting into the territories. All pack-lands feel the blow, some more than others. Now, Vecka sees this as a chance to snatch Leikl's lush territory for themselves. As Leikl is unable to protect themselves, Vecka sees this as a good chance to get food. The Vecka try to enlist the help of Miro, promising them a hunting right on the land of Leikl. Miro cannot decide whether they want to protect Leikl, and risk defeat and starvation, or fight with Vecka, and gain food and a better home.[/size]