Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 25, 2008 15:09:53 GMT -5
The valley was encased in a shower of rain, the water pouring down in buckets into the dips and creases in the terrain. However, the wolves were still about...more so now than ever....
For moons, sickness has ravaged the land. The wolves were tired, cold, and no longer within the boundaries of sanity. Someone had to pay, and they could do nothing but post the blame onto each other. They knew of no wolf who could create such a monstrosity...so the first creature they laid eyes on would suit as a tool to extract revenge on the world.
And so begins the civil war.
The wolves clashed, teaming up, then turning on each other in a matter of moments. The rain-soaked ground was spattered with swiling clouds of blood, staining the world beneath them.
For moons, sickness has ravaged the land. The wolves were tired, cold, and no longer within the boundaries of sanity. Someone had to pay, and they could do nothing but post the blame onto each other. They knew of no wolf who could create such a monstrosity...so the first creature they laid eyes on would suit as a tool to extract revenge on the world.
And so begins the civil war.
The wolves clashed, teaming up, then turning on each other in a matter of moments. The rain-soaked ground was spattered with swiling clouds of blood, staining the world beneath them.
