Post by Domani on Jul 22, 2005 5:21:33 GMT -5
The packlands were once truly beautiful. Flowers adorned everything, and the grass was always green, everywhere. The weather always seemed to be sunny, the sun always seemed to be great shoals of light lighting up everything and making it beautiful. Even on chilly mornings the dew kissed grass would refract light and make the place seem dazzling. A sparkling river ran through middle of this territory, the source of water for pack members and wanderers alike. In whole this place was one of the most desirable areas imaginable.
It was owned by two honored alphas named Denji and Tarli. They were both a young pair, and at two they produced a litter of five. This wolves were named Junio, Parlo, Harini, Satawi, and Jucci. In these surroundings the small pack flourished, and soon grew. More and more joined the pack. Jucci and a new wolf, Naro, produced a litter of two. Humret and Taba were born. But this pack was not without its trouble. Hate and jealousy for the higher ranks was beginning to emerge, and a wolf named Putabo killed Satawi.
Denji ordered this wolf killed, but it didn't happen. Putabo wasn't seen at all after, which was some comfort. Maybe he was already dead. Everybody hoped so.
Things settled down a little. As time passed, Denji and Tarli passed away. Leadership was put into the hands of Jucci and her mate, Naro. She handled this well, and her daughter, Taba, found a mate called Tusamo. They produced a litter of four named Tijapi, Inufari, Cili, and Sabi, and soon another pup was dumped upon the pack. Things seemed not considerably bad.
In fact things would have been just fine. Fine if another pack didn't exist. But they did, and it wreaked havoc among the pack. One fateful morning, fighting spread throughout the terrain. It spread so quickly that most wolves wouldn't have escaped. Domani, a year-old male, were either the only ones to survive, or the only ones to stay on the packlands. He had run from the carnage, scarred by what he had seen. He then had come back. But it was too late. They were all gone.
The gesture of keeping the packlands was not quite as carefree as it seemed. Another wolf dubbed Paradigm who was on the other pack, wanted to claim it. So started a war.
But surprise; both the packs fizzled away and Domani fled the lands. He came upon a pack called Writhing Freedom. Here, he met a female called Xantha. They were the best of friends, and when they were two, they had a litter of whelps. Domani changed his last name, simply to sever all ties with his old life.
However, scarcely a month passed before fights erupted between the two, not violent, more yelling. It was over Domani, and his moods, and it was about Xantha, and her angriness. Domani snapped and took with him three of the whelps; Duester, Nedatro, and Perfidy. He came back to his old lands, finding them unclaimed, still.
He then picked up his naive, but still burning dream of having his own pack.
It was owned by two honored alphas named Denji and Tarli. They were both a young pair, and at two they produced a litter of five. This wolves were named Junio, Parlo, Harini, Satawi, and Jucci. In these surroundings the small pack flourished, and soon grew. More and more joined the pack. Jucci and a new wolf, Naro, produced a litter of two. Humret and Taba were born. But this pack was not without its trouble. Hate and jealousy for the higher ranks was beginning to emerge, and a wolf named Putabo killed Satawi.
Denji ordered this wolf killed, but it didn't happen. Putabo wasn't seen at all after, which was some comfort. Maybe he was already dead. Everybody hoped so.
Things settled down a little. As time passed, Denji and Tarli passed away. Leadership was put into the hands of Jucci and her mate, Naro. She handled this well, and her daughter, Taba, found a mate called Tusamo. They produced a litter of four named Tijapi, Inufari, Cili, and Sabi, and soon another pup was dumped upon the pack. Things seemed not considerably bad.
In fact things would have been just fine. Fine if another pack didn't exist. But they did, and it wreaked havoc among the pack. One fateful morning, fighting spread throughout the terrain. It spread so quickly that most wolves wouldn't have escaped. Domani, a year-old male, were either the only ones to survive, or the only ones to stay on the packlands. He had run from the carnage, scarred by what he had seen. He then had come back. But it was too late. They were all gone.
The gesture of keeping the packlands was not quite as carefree as it seemed. Another wolf dubbed Paradigm who was on the other pack, wanted to claim it. So started a war.
But surprise; both the packs fizzled away and Domani fled the lands. He came upon a pack called Writhing Freedom. Here, he met a female called Xantha. They were the best of friends, and when they were two, they had a litter of whelps. Domani changed his last name, simply to sever all ties with his old life.
However, scarcely a month passed before fights erupted between the two, not violent, more yelling. It was over Domani, and his moods, and it was about Xantha, and her angriness. Domani snapped and took with him three of the whelps; Duester, Nedatro, and Perfidy. He came back to his old lands, finding them unclaimed, still.
He then picked up his naive, but still burning dream of having his own pack.