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Post by »ELYSIUM« on Jan 4, 2013 22:05:22 GMT -5
Untouched by human hand and foot, the earth is a vast and healthy space inviting exploration. Without the disruption of construction, vehicles, or weapons, a multitude of animals have lived, for the most part, peacefully. Not a single creature attempted to rise above another in order to obtain power over the world as a whole; separate hierarchies were created within species and abided to without hesitation. But that was the system until a pack-born wolf by the name of Brutus decided to uphold a mutiny upon his alpha.
All it took was a taste of power – a single follower – to morph Brutus into a monster. He gathered followers wherever he wanted with that silver tongue of his, but his promises to the people he persuaded were only empty – his one true desire was power, and that was all. To obtain such a power over a pack was his first step to achieving maximum power, but his second was a much larger picture than that.
A single pack was not enough for Brutus – no – after murdering an alpha to a 30-strong pack, Brutus wanted more. He ordered the wolves he had taken over to travel as a unit around the continent, enslaving all other canines they happened across and expanding Brutus’ militia – taking the strong and able as soldiers and throwing the weaker into performing dirty work for the rest of the pack, holding their lives above them. It would seem as if Brutus was going to take a claim over the entire species of canine, but some wolves had heard of his coming.
They heard tales of the torturing and treacherous work that Brutus forced his “recruits” into doing, and they had no option but to flee as they were not nearly as strong as Brutus’ army. Some ran rampant, though others took to the sea on rafts of bark or attempted to swim as far as their legs would take them in hopes for death. But what they found was something much more than that.
Off of the coast of Brutus’ continent, an island was secluded with a thick mist surrounding it so that only those within a few hundred meters would be able to view it. Some were washed towards it, some luckily swam in its direction, and some were swept in the opposite direction to meet their doom. The island was none other than that of Exodus, where a few other creatures had already claimed their home. It was suitable for living and free of the dangers of Brutus, so the wolves that managed to beach there decided it would also be their home. And that is where their new journey began…
The rest? Well, that’s up to you!
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