In this world that we know....that we used to know so well....we must fight for our very existence is despised....how surprised I am that...that they've even let us stay around..breathing, alive. No...we're not alive, when your stuck taking to the shadows..split away from your family, friends..alliance in all...no longer able too run and hunt..to play and laugh, to feel and be loved.. When you must fight for every measly scrap of food, and avoid sickness at all costs, even the slightest cold meaning your eminent death...what kind of life is that? And all because of something you didn't do...but trying to even approach the higher lords..your past alliance, could mean your death on the spot...it makes it impossible to even think about trying to right what you didn't do wrong.
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No one knows what exactly happened, but then, one day, the sacred elders from each pack, Ella The Wise, Severn The Sly, and Ryo the Seer, were found dead, each with a mask of fear on their faces....one last prophecy being told only hours before their death...Three will come, each special...each desperately needed.. and at the moment of their discovered death, all hell broke loose. The Packs started blaming the next, then even more ridiculous accusations started flying from sharp tongued young ones..and soon enough, the "enemies" were pointed out, and driven away....forming one smaller pack, away from the others....this one, being called Reblion, forced to the outskirts, on the darkness of a dense, swampy forest, were hardships are always present, hatred is pure.....
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And death is a sweet goddess....
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Vindication is needed.
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Whether living a full life....or in a worse case, a shortened life....dieing of old age, as a elder....or as a young one, in battle....dying is never loved by any, except the one that was suffering. This is where your dead characters go, once they have passed away.
Deep in the tangled woods, along the towering mountain side, is the Valen Territory, home of Volfen, the Wolf Pack. Streams twist through this once prey rich territory, now only moderately inhabited by prey. The wolves that lurk here are stronger than the outcasts, but who can be strong nowadays anyway? Well worn paths follow trails leading in every which way, none of them seeming to lead anywhere, unless you know exactly what you're looking for...
If you do know where you're going, know where you are..and have a good reason to, you may follow one path, down to a gully, rich with grass and lined with dense trees, cutting into part of the mountain. Here, a craggy outcrop reaches out, over a small camp like area, where the wolf pack, Volfen live. Below the crag, lives the leader of the pack, and around it, in bushes, and boulders that have collapsed onto each other, live the pack members, each and everyone, seeming oblivious to the sorrow outside of their pack life, although if you listen closely, you may hear the elders whispering about troubles ahead...
Away from the towering mountain, draped in a dense woodland, lies a thinner forest, green in the warm summer and spring, yet hues of orange, red, and gold in the summer..yet in the winter, the towering oaks lie bare and cold, draped in snow. Small streams lay here and there with small ponds dotting around the woods. Squirrels, mice, and birds are nearly all that can be caught here..not that anyone living here minds...because in these thin woods of Senrer, is Fernin, the fox pack. Not to many are brave enough to walk these woods,other than its inhabitants, if only for the tale gossiped by elders, that fox's are sly, tricky creatures, only there to con you, and lead you to some humiliating death....but who knows....
If you can find your way through the trail less woods, without getting lost, or tricked by a sly fox, you will find yourself at a calm glade, hidden by the trees as they get denser. In this glade, you will find little dens dug through the clay like dirt. It is here, that Fernin live, keeping peace within their own society, but trying to spread chaos to the others.....maybe thats why, when the elders died, everyone pointed their claws at this....hostile group.
Away from the cool shadows of the trees and gentle brushing of the ferns, lies a barren land...yet thriving. Kangaroo mice, lizards, bugs..and mainly, Cyane, the Coyote Pack. With little water, it doesn't seem likely that anyone would want to mess in this area..so they don't, only the coyotes and their prey step foot in this hell like land. With many hot sanded dunes and towering plateaus, only the fools....the goof offs....some odd ball creatures, would live here...
The desert may be a harsh, dangerous place to live, but at the base of the largest plateau, lies a beautiful Oasis, with trees and crystal clear streams, a pound sparkling away in it. It is here that Cyane live happily amongst their own kind. The coyotes are hiding away in their Oasis by day, but by night, as the sun and temperatures drop, they move away from it, to scour the dunes and hunt..to climb the plateaus and howl at the moon, the only time that any creature here can come out.
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_-Mysts-_
Lost to the Darkness Now we come to here...away from the packs of Volfen, Fernin, and Cyane, live the outcasts..those who have been blamed for deaths....unknown....those who have been forced away from the packs, away from the mountains, the woods, and the deserts....into the darkness, dense, swampy forests, where the only dry land is rocky and barren, where prey is so scarce...that the ones who live here are happy t get the bone of a mouse for a meal...and carrion of a loved one is the only food available..live is harsh and desperate here....no one should be forced here..but they are... it is here..in the foggy swamps of the Mysts, that Rebelion live..Wolves, Foxes, and Coyotes alike.
In the heart of The Mysts, is a patch of dry land..just big enough for those who are forced to live here. It is scattered with thorn bushes and rocks...the ground is sharp enough to cut your paws in some places but...its dry, and its a place to sleep. Although the canines who live here live in horrible conditions, where all they want is death.....they are braver...stronger....wiser than the others...why? They are forced to live in hell...but they stay, because they feel they need justice. That is bravery. They could up and leave, running for miles..weeks even, to get away to somewhere new, but they stay, because its close to their old packs, which they hope to one day return to. that is strength....And they are of every breed yet..they live in complete harmony....and that, is wisdom.....yet sorrow have hardened them, and rage has blinded them...sending the helpless souls down a path of darkness and revenge...
Away from the love and hardships of the packs, lie silent territories, that cannot be claimed by anyone. The first in a plain, nothing unusual when its dry- a normal grassy plain surrounded by rolling hills, although it has many tributaries and streams running through it. When it rains though, it transforms into what can only be described as a marsh, or a rice field, with foot deep water.
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_-Aro's Tree-_ Long ago, when canines first walked the earth, this tree started growing, and when the first canine died, this became his tree. The canine was named Aro's, and he was said to be the first born, and the first to ever die. They say the spirits of the deceased come here shortly after death, spending three days climbing the mighty oak, before leaping off to the afterlife. This place is sacred, pure, and no blood has ever been spilled here....the final step for the dead.
Now, away from peace and beauty lies a place that seems to always carry a dark omen. It is a old watch tower of the village that this ground lies over. Over time, with the help of age and the elements it had crumbled down, although it is still the main landmark of this abandoned village. They say that humans once lived here, but once the plague wiped them out, it was forgotten and age destroyed it, although vague outlines of old houses can be seen, it seems one you get close, they are gone...
This place, right on the coast, isn't actually a beach, its an estuary, where the fresh, cold river meets the warm, salty water of the sea. The water in the river is crystal clear, while the sea water is a deep, icy blue. Here, you can find many creatures in the water, fish, dolphins, and even the occasional wale or two, along with seagulls, pelicans, and cranes. Its a nice ecosystem for those animals, although the canines don't have much to live off here.
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