Post by Sherbert on Jul 26, 2014 19:38:20 GMT
Since this is an rp not based off of any book, I thought it would be wise to explain the history here. This is just a WIP though, so wait for more information!
Five packs of wild wolves have roamed these parts for many generations. They were ruthless and vile and dangerous. A wild look always glinted in their eyes as they waged everlasting war among each other. Then, after countless moons of endless fighting, the sky wolves appeared. Wolves with magical powers that had wings on their backs and the ability to stand on clouds. They appeared to each of the pack's alpha, and shared with them secrets that would soon turn into nothing but legend over the many years that followed. With these secrets came special abilities that each pack gained. Each power was specifically given to them for a specific part of the large territory they fought over so violently. For the sand pack, the power to last long lengths of time without water. For the snow pack, the ability to withstand the harshness and cold of their territory. For the fire pack, the ability to withstand great heat, even greater than in the desert that the sand pack made home. For the water pack, the amazing ability to run on water. And for the grass pack, paradise. At first, this seemed like an advantage, and in each alpha's mind came the sudden thought of destroying their enemies with their newfound powers. But, the power that they now possessed had great prices. None of the packs could last long in the other's territory without being in grave danger. This angered the alphas, for they had wanted all of the great territory to themselves. Furious, all the packs waged war against the mysterious sky wolves, but before any wolf could lay a paw on them, they vanished without so much as a scent. The packs were forced into ending the war, and claiming what territory they had for themselves. But, peace would not last for long. Each pack divided themselves up into different groups of scouts, hunters, deltas, and omegas, with the hopes of gaining from the territories they could not access. So, the fighting continued, and the Sky Wolves returned, much more angrier then before. They warned each pack that if the fighting continued, their would be great consequences. None of the packs cared much, for they were wild and thirsting for violence. That is, until the battle that ended the war. It was between the Snow Pack and the Sand Pack. Each was starving for food, and had gone into each others territories in hopes of feeding themselves. They met at the border, and with a battle howl the wolves leaped and slashed at each other. The battle lasted from sunrise to sunset, and that was the last sign of daylight the Snow Pack had ever seen. The power that the Sky Wolves had given them had been taken away from them, and the moment all the wolves were in camp, shivering and huddled together, their pelts covered in snow, a snowstorm boomed and flashed. Hail pelted towards them, and, unsure what to do, the pack retreated into a cave nearby. The storm continued to rage on, and immediately the alpha realized what had happened. It was just as the Sky Wolves had said. They were being punished. The storm clouds that raged were no doubt covered with the flying wolves, controlling the clouds so that they would rain down on his pack's territory for many moons. Maybe forever. With a look of fear and doubt on the alpha's face, he called his pack and retreated into the cave, never to return out into the harshness of their territory again.
The Sand Pack was suffering similar fate. They were aloud to keep their power, but only because it was the only thing keeping them alive. They were forced to become a nomadic tribe, going wherever the prey was. And there wasn't much of that. Their was never before this little of prey, or this high of temperatures. The clouds that once covered parts of the sky, like little balls of fluff a top a sky of blue, were no longer there, giving the sun full territory to shine it's deadly heat over the pack's territory. The alpha soon discovered it was the work of the Sky Wolves. The good alpha knew he had to tell the other packs, for fear that they may share the same fate. Looking over to the mountainous territory of the snow pack, he knew they already have. The alpha sent his scouts into each territory, to find the other packs and tell them what had happened. This soon became the scout's new job of getting used to the other territories so that they can last the trip there and back. Even then, the trip was treacherous, and only the fastest pack members would be able to go there and back quick enough.
The Everlasting War finally ended, but the Sky Wolves anger continued. Never again would the light of day touch the snow wolve's eyes, for to this day they are still trapped in the maze-like caves of the mountains. And never again would plentiful prey roam the deserts of the sand pack's territory.
Okay, there's the history for now! Thanks, and keep up with this thread to see if anything new shows up!
Five packs of wild wolves have roamed these parts for many generations. They were ruthless and vile and dangerous. A wild look always glinted in their eyes as they waged everlasting war among each other. Then, after countless moons of endless fighting, the sky wolves appeared. Wolves with magical powers that had wings on their backs and the ability to stand on clouds. They appeared to each of the pack's alpha, and shared with them secrets that would soon turn into nothing but legend over the many years that followed. With these secrets came special abilities that each pack gained. Each power was specifically given to them for a specific part of the large territory they fought over so violently. For the sand pack, the power to last long lengths of time without water. For the snow pack, the ability to withstand the harshness and cold of their territory. For the fire pack, the ability to withstand great heat, even greater than in the desert that the sand pack made home. For the water pack, the amazing ability to run on water. And for the grass pack, paradise. At first, this seemed like an advantage, and in each alpha's mind came the sudden thought of destroying their enemies with their newfound powers. But, the power that they now possessed had great prices. None of the packs could last long in the other's territory without being in grave danger. This angered the alphas, for they had wanted all of the great territory to themselves. Furious, all the packs waged war against the mysterious sky wolves, but before any wolf could lay a paw on them, they vanished without so much as a scent. The packs were forced into ending the war, and claiming what territory they had for themselves. But, peace would not last for long. Each pack divided themselves up into different groups of scouts, hunters, deltas, and omegas, with the hopes of gaining from the territories they could not access. So, the fighting continued, and the Sky Wolves returned, much more angrier then before. They warned each pack that if the fighting continued, their would be great consequences. None of the packs cared much, for they were wild and thirsting for violence. That is, until the battle that ended the war. It was between the Snow Pack and the Sand Pack. Each was starving for food, and had gone into each others territories in hopes of feeding themselves. They met at the border, and with a battle howl the wolves leaped and slashed at each other. The battle lasted from sunrise to sunset, and that was the last sign of daylight the Snow Pack had ever seen. The power that the Sky Wolves had given them had been taken away from them, and the moment all the wolves were in camp, shivering and huddled together, their pelts covered in snow, a snowstorm boomed and flashed. Hail pelted towards them, and, unsure what to do, the pack retreated into a cave nearby. The storm continued to rage on, and immediately the alpha realized what had happened. It was just as the Sky Wolves had said. They were being punished. The storm clouds that raged were no doubt covered with the flying wolves, controlling the clouds so that they would rain down on his pack's territory for many moons. Maybe forever. With a look of fear and doubt on the alpha's face, he called his pack and retreated into the cave, never to return out into the harshness of their territory again.
The Sand Pack was suffering similar fate. They were aloud to keep their power, but only because it was the only thing keeping them alive. They were forced to become a nomadic tribe, going wherever the prey was. And there wasn't much of that. Their was never before this little of prey, or this high of temperatures. The clouds that once covered parts of the sky, like little balls of fluff a top a sky of blue, were no longer there, giving the sun full territory to shine it's deadly heat over the pack's territory. The alpha soon discovered it was the work of the Sky Wolves. The good alpha knew he had to tell the other packs, for fear that they may share the same fate. Looking over to the mountainous territory of the snow pack, he knew they already have. The alpha sent his scouts into each territory, to find the other packs and tell them what had happened. This soon became the scout's new job of getting used to the other territories so that they can last the trip there and back. Even then, the trip was treacherous, and only the fastest pack members would be able to go there and back quick enough.
The Everlasting War finally ended, but the Sky Wolves anger continued. Never again would the light of day touch the snow wolve's eyes, for to this day they are still trapped in the maze-like caves of the mountains. And never again would plentiful prey roam the deserts of the sand pack's territory.
Okay, there's the history for now! Thanks, and keep up with this thread to see if anything new shows up!