Post by Zourak on Jan 29, 2014 15:06:28 GMT -5
Man had not set foot in the forest for many long years. Their homes lay in desolate ruins...abandoned, with only hints of their bloodthirsty ways left behind. Within the great tower, there were tools of torture and old stains of blood; all that remained of the once strong clan of humans that claimed the land. They believed their ways were above all, and any who disagreed with them were sentenced to death. Statues depicting the angel of death were placed throughout the land. A coliseum was built for the entertainment and enjoyment, and their plunder continued to pile high, for they took the riches of their prisoners before leaving them to rot.
Some prisoners managed to escape and ran to the caves, but there was no way out, and eventually they were tracked down and killed, their bones all the remain in what was now their tomb.
Eventually however, there was a retaliation. Whispering words of the clan had gotten out to the greater good of mankind, and they planned to put an end to it. The savages knew a battle was coming, and tucked their treasures away, never to be found in case they fell in battle. They would not run however, and they took up arms, meeting the foe head on as they were rushed in the dead of night.
The battle was a bloody one. None survived.
The story of the forest became legend. And the land became forgotten. That was, until the wolves moved in.
Kazul started the pack at a young age, building it from scratch and laying down a firm paw. Growing up he had been denied acceptance into any pack, most wolves believing he was too weak to be much benefit.
Through years of clever training and tactics, Kazul grew strong. He took over the coliseum left by the humans, using it as a training ground for his pack that was continuing to grow. Respect was given to him, though there were always some who challenged his rule.
The Fallen had been built up through rogue wolves Kazul had denied acceptance, for he could see wickedness in their hearts. Such wickedness and greed consumed the ragged bunch, and they began to try to claim the forest as their own, repeatedly attacking The Divine and drawing blood. Each time they were held off, and finally driven to hide in the ruins left behind by the savage clan of humans. There they stayed, growing stronger and feeding on their hate.
It wasn't until after the battle that resulted in Kazul's death did The Seekers arrive.
Man had chased them down from the mountains, and consequently, driving the starving pack into the forest. Humans seemed to be closing in from all sides, and the pack had little choice but to take shelter in the empty caves on the edge of the forest. They became a nuisance to both packs, but were for the most part left alone.
The battles were growing more frequent between the Fallen and Divine. It would only be a matter of time before it became an all out war.
Some prisoners managed to escape and ran to the caves, but there was no way out, and eventually they were tracked down and killed, their bones all the remain in what was now their tomb.
Eventually however, there was a retaliation. Whispering words of the clan had gotten out to the greater good of mankind, and they planned to put an end to it. The savages knew a battle was coming, and tucked their treasures away, never to be found in case they fell in battle. They would not run however, and they took up arms, meeting the foe head on as they were rushed in the dead of night.
The battle was a bloody one. None survived.
The story of the forest became legend. And the land became forgotten. That was, until the wolves moved in.
Kazul started the pack at a young age, building it from scratch and laying down a firm paw. Growing up he had been denied acceptance into any pack, most wolves believing he was too weak to be much benefit.
Through years of clever training and tactics, Kazul grew strong. He took over the coliseum left by the humans, using it as a training ground for his pack that was continuing to grow. Respect was given to him, though there were always some who challenged his rule.
The Fallen had been built up through rogue wolves Kazul had denied acceptance, for he could see wickedness in their hearts. Such wickedness and greed consumed the ragged bunch, and they began to try to claim the forest as their own, repeatedly attacking The Divine and drawing blood. Each time they were held off, and finally driven to hide in the ruins left behind by the savage clan of humans. There they stayed, growing stronger and feeding on their hate.
It wasn't until after the battle that resulted in Kazul's death did The Seekers arrive.
Man had chased them down from the mountains, and consequently, driving the starving pack into the forest. Humans seemed to be closing in from all sides, and the pack had little choice but to take shelter in the empty caves on the edge of the forest. They became a nuisance to both packs, but were for the most part left alone.
The battles were growing more frequent between the Fallen and Divine. It would only be a matter of time before it became an all out war.
