Post by Star Gazer on Jul 25, 2008 22:57:22 GMT -5
Tainted Visions / Tainted Blood
One pack and one pack only ruled over this domain.
Other packs of wolves were unheard of.
As far as the current residence as well as their ancestors knew.
No other groups of wolves have setteled here or around this area for years upon years.
For centuries upon centuries.
No wolf or canine alike has stepped over these borders.
Nor set paw on these lands.
One fateful winter morning.
As the ground sparkled with glittering specks of white frost.
After a long cold night of relentless snow fall.
That one morning marked a new beggining day three wolf pup brothers.
The only in their litter.
Strayed away from their home camp.
When they were each a year old.
By doing so they discovered a new world.
The brothers stayed together.
Keeping their family bonds alive.
They hunted together.
Slept together.
As they grew.
The eldest brother Tomahawk grew apart from the others.
He had a thirst for blood.
Not prey, but wolf.
His sick obsession drove him away from friendship, love, any kindness at all.
He later found some outcasts roaming around.
He gathered them in a small, but mighty clan.
He lead by dictatorship.
Every one obeyed for fear of what would happen.
He formed the clan Blood Clan.
The next brother War Paint.
Was foolish and a bit crazy.
He stayed longer with his little brother.
Then Tomahawk did.
Still one day he thought it was time to run his own pack.
So he to split from the group.
He claimed a land in the name of Wolf Clan.
See such a simple name.
He was a bit cuckoo.
So now the littlest brother Shessonae was left.
He was lonely.
He missed the bonds with his brothers.
He was the smart one of the three.
Shessonae finally left to gather members.
He formed Death Clan.
For the sorrow of losing his closest friends.
He lead his clan with smart decisions.
Every member loved him, adored him.
They looked up to him.
After a couple of years.
Each of the three brothers.
Had a dream.
[glow=red,2,300]Dream World[/glow]
An elder wolf sat upon a great rock.
With a smaller younger wolf below him on the ground.
To each of the brothers.
The smaller wolf was them.
The Elder began.
"My child.
Even though you have lead and produced a great clan.
You need you brothers guidance and wisdom.
In order to maintain your spot as leader.
In a few weeks there is a full moon.
You must go and meet your brothers there.
On the ridge.
Right at midnight.
There the answers will be revealed.
With that the elder disappeared into a starry mist."
[glow=red,2,300]Real World[/glow]
With that they finally realized.
That they could no longer live with out the support of the other brothers.
Even Tomahawk the most cold hearted of them.
Felt a total loss.
For the bonds they once shared and held most dear.
One day under a full moon.
The air was crisp and fresh.
It was early autumn.
Their breath billowed.
As the warm air in their mouths meet the coldness of the outside.
Just as the moon reached its peak spot in the sky.
The three leaders appeared.
On the top of a ridge.
Each was shocked to actually see that all of them had come.
Just as the dream had told them to.
"So..."
One of them began.
Just as a mist swirled around them.
It appeared to consist of stars.
A older wolf shape began to appear.
He took full form in the center of the group.
"Greetings Elder. We have been expecting you."
All three said at the same time.
As if they were all under a trance.
"I am pleased to meet you all in person this time."
The elder dipped his head in greetings to the leaders.
"There is an ancient prophecy. That has been handed down through out the generations. Though recently no one seems to remember it any more. This is why I have called you here tonight. "
"An ancient prophecy?"
Shesshonae inquired.
Looking puzzled.
"Yes. The prophecy states. That three pups will be born after traditions are forgotten. They will become powerfull in their own ways. If after a while they don't join together. To support each other. All their leaderships will be taken from them."
The Elder said.
"So we have to join together. In order to protect our thrones?"
Asked one of the males.
"Yes you must at once. Create a council and run it together. Give each other tips on how to help their clan. Help each clan thrive."
The Elder said. Then he dissolved into a starry mist once more.
"Wow."
Shesshonae breathed.
"So I guess we form a council group."
Tomahawk said.
"I guess so."
Said War Paint.
They claimed a land near by.
That has never been claimed before.
There they stayed.
Leaving their clans to reshape themselves.
To how they are now.
[glow=red,2,300]Present[/glow]
You can visit the council to get advice, information and give & get suggestions