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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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