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Post by [Enigma] on Jul 10, 2008 14:59:16 GMT -5
Sensation...
...can you feel it?
One hundred years ago, in a time of darkness, a young pup was born. She possessed a coat of pure black, and her eyes were liquid amber. All the wolf prophets declared her the wolf of the age, being born from the king. As the years went by, something went terribly wrong. The young wolf soon discovered she possessed powers beyond her imagination. From manipulating fire and lightning, to slowing time, she knew that she was not the same. She spent plenty of time with the prophets, listening to their stories, hoping to obtain knowledge about her abnormalties. One of their stories told of a great war between the beasts, and held a certain amount of significance.
'One hundred years ago, in a another time of darkness, much like this one, a war raged between the beasts. The wolves aligned themselves with familiars; the good with the good and the bad with the bad. They could feel it in their spine, something bad was going to happen. Simple disputes turned into a full scale battle, and many wolves were dying. Out of the shadows walked a wolf of pure black, and deadly intent. She ran, and lept into the battle without any regard for her own life. She was a freak in the eyes of the rest of the wolf clan, they were jealous of her special abilities. Why did she possess fire, lighting, time, and many other strengths to herself?
With a mighty howl, she slowed time, suspending the warriors in a perpetual pause. She lowered her muzzle and turned to face the leaders of the two sides of battle.
"You must stop fighting, and now. Your defiance to nature has brought a calamity to these lands. You are imbalancing the very soil you walk on. Do you wish to destroy what sustains you?"
She spoke with such intensity, but the warriors failed to move. She knew that they could still hear though.
She animated them again, and the warriors promised to stop fighting. She let them go.
The warrors never bothered her again, too scared to get on her bad side. She died at a very old age.
No one has seen such a wolf since then, but they say they come during a time of war, a guardian if you will.'
She felt the pain of the she-wolf from the past. She was considered a freak? Frightened and scared, she refused to tell anyone of her powers. Years went by and she grew more powerful. She left the pack to live somewhere farther away, but still within range of the old pack. She honed her powers alone, training her mind and her body. As the years passed she heard whispers of a battle ahead. She wasn't sure if she should believe what she heard, but the story still lingered in her head. No one has seen such a wolf since then, but they say they come during a time of war, a guardian if you will. She shuddered. A few more years went by, and she still heard of war. She loped to her old pack, figuring she could ask them about the rumors. The quietly confided to her that they had taken sides with the lights. Taken sides? Just like in the story! That meant war.
Fast-forward three years.
The wolves have engaged battle, a seemingly repetitive experience. Bloodshed and violence was everywhere. The black she-wolf knew what she needed to do. She ran and leapt into battle. She was bruised and bloody, bitten and broken by the end of the fight, lying in a mass of black fur and blood. From her body rose a spirit of purple. It surrounded the wolves and punished them for their defiance against nature. The sound of their yelping filled the valley. Her spirit entered their bodies, infiltrating their senses.
They had been punished, but given a gift. Each wolf discovered he had his own power. Some had fire, some water, some snow. Others could manipulate time, space or sun. Many others frolicked with nature or danced in the lightning.
They had all been gifted with Sensation.
...can you feel it?
One hundred years ago, in a time of darkness, a young pup was born. She possessed a coat of pure black, and her eyes were liquid amber. All the wolf prophets declared her the wolf of the age, being born from the king. As the years went by, something went terribly wrong. The young wolf soon discovered she possessed powers beyond her imagination. From manipulating fire and lightning, to slowing time, she knew that she was not the same. She spent plenty of time with the prophets, listening to their stories, hoping to obtain knowledge about her abnormalties. One of their stories told of a great war between the beasts, and held a certain amount of significance.
'One hundred years ago, in a another time of darkness, much like this one, a war raged between the beasts. The wolves aligned themselves with familiars; the good with the good and the bad with the bad. They could feel it in their spine, something bad was going to happen. Simple disputes turned into a full scale battle, and many wolves were dying. Out of the shadows walked a wolf of pure black, and deadly intent. She ran, and lept into the battle without any regard for her own life. She was a freak in the eyes of the rest of the wolf clan, they were jealous of her special abilities. Why did she possess fire, lighting, time, and many other strengths to herself?
With a mighty howl, she slowed time, suspending the warriors in a perpetual pause. She lowered her muzzle and turned to face the leaders of the two sides of battle.
"You must stop fighting, and now. Your defiance to nature has brought a calamity to these lands. You are imbalancing the very soil you walk on. Do you wish to destroy what sustains you?"
She spoke with such intensity, but the warriors failed to move. She knew that they could still hear though.
She animated them again, and the warriors promised to stop fighting. She let them go.
The warrors never bothered her again, too scared to get on her bad side. She died at a very old age.
No one has seen such a wolf since then, but they say they come during a time of war, a guardian if you will.'
She felt the pain of the she-wolf from the past. She was considered a freak? Frightened and scared, she refused to tell anyone of her powers. Years went by and she grew more powerful. She left the pack to live somewhere farther away, but still within range of the old pack. She honed her powers alone, training her mind and her body. As the years passed she heard whispers of a battle ahead. She wasn't sure if she should believe what she heard, but the story still lingered in her head. No one has seen such a wolf since then, but they say they come during a time of war, a guardian if you will. She shuddered. A few more years went by, and she still heard of war. She loped to her old pack, figuring she could ask them about the rumors. The quietly confided to her that they had taken sides with the lights. Taken sides? Just like in the story! That meant war.
Fast-forward three years.
The wolves have engaged battle, a seemingly repetitive experience. Bloodshed and violence was everywhere. The black she-wolf knew what she needed to do. She ran and leapt into battle. She was bruised and bloody, bitten and broken by the end of the fight, lying in a mass of black fur and blood. From her body rose a spirit of purple. It surrounded the wolves and punished them for their defiance against nature. The sound of their yelping filled the valley. Her spirit entered their bodies, infiltrating their senses.
They had been punished, but given a gift. Each wolf discovered he had his own power. Some had fire, some water, some snow. Others could manipulate time, space or sun. Many others frolicked with nature or danced in the lightning.
They had all been gifted with Sensation.
