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Post by admin RAPTOR on Jul 25, 2010 11:26:38 GMT -7
The land is Aruem. No gods exist. The world is still young and there are only a handful of wolves alive.
There are numerous small packs throughout the land.
One pack is cornered in a brush fire. The few that survive bear a new found prowess: the element of fire.
Another pack is caught in a flood. A few step out with the element of water.
A different pack is torn by an earthquake. Many die, but the survivors crawl back up with the element of earth.
A tornado strikes a fourth pack. Many again are left dead, but survivors rise with the element of air.
There were some who could only watch as their kindred fell pray to the elements and there were two kinds of wolves that watched: the ones who saw the good- new beginnings and new abilities, and the ones who saw the bad- death, loss, and nothing more. The events engraved themselves into the minds of these wolves, and they either saw light or dark.
And alas, there were some wolves that had no part in any of this and they walked out in the way they had first started- no magic, no change.
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