Post by admin RAPTOR on Jul 27, 2010 15:48:30 GMT -7
B A C K S T O R Y
A new and vast world, the lands of Aruem stretch out far and wide. These strange lands hold denizens of a more peculiar form, but one of the most recognizable: wolves.
Though these wolves appeared in different species, some with wings, others in a variety of colors, these wolves still possessed the basics of their behavior and lived their lives in packs (though these packs were usually much larger, around twenty individuals). There were less than a dozen of these packs, though this number dropped even more when a series of peculiar consciences struck the lands.
One wolf pack came face to face with a raging forest fire with only a few survivors that managed to flee from the area. The next morning however, a handful of wolves blinked their charred eyelids and rose from the ashes. As they regained their senses, they slowly started to realize. And after the passing of a few days, fire was rising to their command.
Across Aruem another wolf pack fell prey to a seeming unnatural, natural disaster. Unaware and caught off guard, a pack is taken by a flood. Again, some manage to flee, but these numbers -like always- are few. The next morning, lifeless bodies with lungs filled with water were littered upon muddy, flooded lands, but just like the select few from the forest fire, some stirred. Pulling themselves to their feet, the wolves coughed up the water and soon started to learn of a new command over what was almost their death.
For another pack caught in an earthquake, the situation looked quite a bit more dire when a fissure opened, dragging those of the pack whom could not escape down below. When dawn came to illuminate the scene, a scant amount of wolves crawled from what would have been their tomb, and like others, having a new found control over the earth that slowly developed day by day.
The last pack faced by such the natural disasters was one that was no different from the others. Only a handful managed to escape the wrath of a large tornado. The ones that didn't however, remained immobile, until the next day that was. Rising from what seemed to be death, these wolves were soon to realize a strange power over air.
But our story does not end there, what of the wolves who fled, those wolves that watched as their kindred died? Those wolves had a choice of seeing two things: the good and the bad. Those who saw the good found hope and rebirth with the events. Those who saw the bad found nothing more than death and failure. These events they played witness to became engraved in their mind, and it brought them inexplicable powers, just as the others had. Those who found the good had found the light, and those who found the bad found the dark.
There of course were those wolves who had no part in any of the disasters, these wolves remained without power.
But now throughout Aruem, packs were a scarce thing and most wolves struggled. Dark beasts -specters- who preyed on magic had found a new source of feast- these wolves and things aren't looking too bright for these canines.
It's either survive or die in this new Aruem and it looks as if death is the easy way out.
N I G H T F L I E R S
Each wolf in Aruem has a sort of guardian called a 'Nightflier'.