Post by Midnight on Nov 23, 2008 11:59:14 GMT -5
Before there was man, there were wolves...
Long ago, wolves roamed the lands free and wild. Many powers belonged to them, making them strong and feared by their prey and their enemies alike. That was before man took over...
We were once strong...
Humans came and destroyed their territory, even taming wolves they captured. The wolven race was devastated. Centuries later, their powers are now almost gone, leaving few with any powers at all and none with the same strength they once had. The knowledge of the past is lost to all but a select few that roam the lands unseen. It seems the past has been washed away by a sea of blood and war... Or has it?
Struggling to understand what was lost...
[/i]Two forms that wolves take: that of the natural, the logical - and that of the elements. Both are strong, but the elementals are stronger. They hold within them the power to control their surroundings, making them swift, fierce, powerful, and able to do things that the natural could never dream of doing. Envy and anger has been sparked between the elementals and the normal wolves, growing throughout the centuries...
Not all is as it seems...
[/i]There is one form left that none have even begun to understand. The Silvers. They are all but extinct, only a handful left in the world. They roam the earth unseen, forever cursed to remain alone and unwanted. Their powers are unimaginable, each having a different one than the next. They are almost never seen, and it is unheard of to speak to one. But that is about to change...
Have we found what he have so long sought for?
[/center]Sorrento: the haven of wolves. Centuries after the reign of man had begun, a place has been found that seems to be the answer to all their troubles. Hidden from humans and to others unwelcome there, Sorrento is a place of wonders that holds magic older than any alive. Wolves have come from all over to this place, though not all hold the same intent. Elementals and natural wolves alike try to live together in harmony here - who knows whether some Silvers have come to call this place home as well? Although peace has been struggling for so long to take hold here, signs of war are slowly revealing themselves as time passes...
The past is gone; only the future remains...
[/i]Aurora Mountain; Samara. Rushing River; Nahal. The old packs are gone, new ones to take their place after a terrible sickness ravaged the land, leaving few alive. The new packs were born from the remnants of the old, their new names a sign of rebirth and change. The territories are better known and more settled in, ranging from a wide variety of environments for wolves coming from all places. Many come to join one of the packs, but some remain here only because of the safe feeling of the wild lands. The packs seem to be on good terms, by appearance - but are they really?
W e l c o m e {t o} S o r r e n t o;;
Can you take it?
Can you take it?
