Post by Kefrah ~ Saighid ~ Alki ~ Tal on Jan 16, 2006 19:51:31 GMT -5
War. Terror. These were the elements of the Moonrise Terra that beat wolves down...turned them against one another...split friends apart and caused the deaths of ones who will always be mourned...This was the land in which Kefrah and Alakyl lived. A place where life was not certain, and trust in others was rare...During the war of the Moonrise with the Neurotic North, friends were murdered, and the minds of the Alphas became corrupted and twisted--their views of the others and trust in all distorted.
It was this trust which they abandoned completely when they suspected packmembers were plotting against them--joining with the enemy forces. Almost the entire pack was exiled. No matter of their injuries, they were cast out into the cold, bitter world of winter, their skills and amulets stripped from them in brutality.
Though several of the Moonrise wolves perished after exile, Kefrah and Alakyl found their way leading them to more southern, mild lands-- seeming paradises after the bloodied northern territory. But still they traveled on, pulled by some unknown force to a place they had never before been.
The valley where they finally arrived was swathed in forest and mist, gentle rivers flowing through. It was like a dream, and no other wolves had claimed this land.
But the valley itself had a history. Long ago, another pair of alphas had found their way to Dreamcatcher Valley. The pack they started quickly grew, thriving on the bountiful land. Soon, the wolves began noticing odd things happening-- some wolves slowly gained the ability to swim under the riverwater's surface for much longer than should be possible. During a forest fire, some wolves were untouched by the flames even though their fur should have been burned completely through.
The pack began to harness these powers more, and soon had them developed into highly-defined skills. Each wolf took to a certain element, and an older wolf of the same element would train the young one. Word of the pack's power spread, and it grew even larger.
Just when it seemed the pack would need to split up, a sickness swept the valley. It seemed to affect most those with the most power, leaving the less skilled weak and alone. Winter came, and the last of the wolves either died or fled, never to be heard of again.
The entire pack had faded away, along with the knowledge of these powers...except, perhaps, for one lone memory...
--Written by Alakyl, Edited (a little) by Keffie--
It was this trust which they abandoned completely when they suspected packmembers were plotting against them--joining with the enemy forces. Almost the entire pack was exiled. No matter of their injuries, they were cast out into the cold, bitter world of winter, their skills and amulets stripped from them in brutality.
Though several of the Moonrise wolves perished after exile, Kefrah and Alakyl found their way leading them to more southern, mild lands-- seeming paradises after the bloodied northern territory. But still they traveled on, pulled by some unknown force to a place they had never before been.
The valley where they finally arrived was swathed in forest and mist, gentle rivers flowing through. It was like a dream, and no other wolves had claimed this land.
But the valley itself had a history. Long ago, another pair of alphas had found their way to Dreamcatcher Valley. The pack they started quickly grew, thriving on the bountiful land. Soon, the wolves began noticing odd things happening-- some wolves slowly gained the ability to swim under the riverwater's surface for much longer than should be possible. During a forest fire, some wolves were untouched by the flames even though their fur should have been burned completely through.
The pack began to harness these powers more, and soon had them developed into highly-defined skills. Each wolf took to a certain element, and an older wolf of the same element would train the young one. Word of the pack's power spread, and it grew even larger.
Just when it seemed the pack would need to split up, a sickness swept the valley. It seemed to affect most those with the most power, leaving the less skilled weak and alone. Winter came, and the last of the wolves either died or fled, never to be heard of again.
The entire pack had faded away, along with the knowledge of these powers...except, perhaps, for one lone memory...
--Written by Alakyl, Edited (a little) by Keffie--