Post by Stella on Sept 13, 2010 18:20:12 GMT -5
Once, there where three packs. They lived happily enough, a few border squirmishes, but the land was mostly happy, uneventful. Then, two pups where born to the Aquarius alphas. One, pure silver and kind, loving to all around her, was destined to be the next alpha. The other, pure black and soul as black as her plet, was ment to be something much more. She carried the blood of her ancestors well, and in turn, became the first true Necromancer. Years passed, the pups grew close, the necromancer sheilding her sister, dispite the hatred in her soul. But nothing lasts. One fateful day, a polar bear attacked the pair in a hunting party, killing both.
50 Years later, the pup came back, no longer merely a puppy, but a trained necromancer and she had a mission. She would take down the packs, by gathering her own army of wolves, the Rogues. When the moment finally came for the great war, it seemed the Rogues would win. It seemed they did, as by the time it was over, no wolf was left alive, not even the necromancer. Then, seven wolves stepped up. All of them where spirits, looking out for the packs even in their death. They had seen what had become of them, and they came. The packs where givin a second change to live, all where sent back to the world of the living. Except for the Rogues. They had willingly come to this, following Their leader faithfully, and thus brought themselves this life. They all where cast out into the dark forest, locked away from the wolves and their gods.
Now, The necromancer is back, but the gods see no threat in her for now, and her own god refuses to revoke her power. So now the gods can do nothing but watch as all they worked to save come down now, centuries after their rise. And with the Rogues return, something else, something much more dangerous comes, a danger that threatens to destroy everything the packs, and even the Rogues, hold most dear.
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