Post by Nightshade on Aug 17, 2011 0:33:58 GMT -5
Long before the lands shifted. There was an odd peace to the land. All was lush and green, one pack ruled the land numbers greater then any other ever seen. Prey roamed freely between the lands. Elders claimed parts and pieces of the lands, as sub-packs. All joining in the summer to rejoice their freedom.
One sire and one dam created a brute known as Yakiua. His ideas filled the minds of all those he spoke to. Why should they share land? Why couldn't there be two packs? A smaller pack would mean more food if they killed off the bigger pack. The younger, stronger generations banded together, the borders founded between the lands started the become the geographic borders. Large almost impossible land masses were created, making varied landscapes. The north lay a winter wonderland, to the south lay a large desert, and in the middle is what hold the last bits of the good times. Those only old enough to remember know of the peace the land once held. Now at war the packs have finally sought to end the war. Fights break out rarely and almost never.
The newest alphas of the land of The Broken Souls hold the puddy to create a better future, or continue the one their ancestors created for them to mold and shape. The board is set, the pieces in play, it's your next move that makes the difference.