Post by Veronim on Jan 19, 2016 19:51:51 GMT
There were once three pups born, all brothers, who were the offspring of Acidno and Arachnida. Unfortunately, those pups grew up knowing that only one of them could become the next Alpha. They fought all the time, their father encouraging them to find out who was worthy enough. They fought all the time, all of them with scars emotional, physical and mental. They started to despise each other and it was only when something went wrong did things explode out of hand. Arachnida grew weak as she aged, eventually dying. Acidno became distraught and couldn't lead the pack properly. Veronim, being the oldest, told him to get it together. That didn't work. He decided he'd turn to violence. Soon he found out that fighting the weak can make them weak enough to die. He was terrified. What would they think of him? It was an accident but only a third of the pack believed him completely. Farrow believed him but Judas didn't, he didn't want to. Another fight broke out, each wolf fighting with the brother they liked the most. Judas appealed to those who wanted to create a Utopia of justice. Farrow appealed to those who were practical and just wanted to get out of there. Veronim appealed to those who sought comfort in the darkness and wanted to stay. In the end, the latter won. The other two groups moved off. The Dark Pack had won the battle but they hadn't yet won the war.
Farrow and his pack moved to the East, finding tall mountains for protection. It was cold, yes, but it was safe from others. They settled there, learning the local herbs and prey. They grew used to the harsh weather and looked out for each other. However, as soon as someone become too ill they left them. It seemed brutal but they all knew that the wolf was dead weight. They accepted the fact that weakness meant death and anyone who brought them down would be expelled of. They all worked hard to make sure they could survive, eventually allowing them to thrive. No one would stop them now.
Judas and his pack moved to the North, finding a place that seemed to achieve their Utopian dreams. This was their new home. The sun, the brightest light in the world, smiled down at them. Surely this meant they were pure, bright and had light in their hearts. Anyone who doubted that would be banished - they all knew that. The lively creatures there would sustain them for all eternity and the plants there were the most useful in the world. The best part: it was all theirs. With no other wolves to challenge them, they grew stronger. Some grew fatter but they soon worked it off with the battles they had with the other packs.
Veronim and his pack stayed where they were. They knew everything about their territory already, all the nooks, all the crannies. They had no reason to change anything. Everything was better for them now, less mouths to feed, less hostility, less fights. They became very territorial and protective of what they owned - they had earned it in the long, bloody battle and no one would take it from them now. Any loners that came would either be chased away or taken in and forced to fight to show their worth. Those who failed the test were simply punished and make slaves by the wolves who had fought them.
Farrow and his pack moved to the East, finding tall mountains for protection. It was cold, yes, but it was safe from others. They settled there, learning the local herbs and prey. They grew used to the harsh weather and looked out for each other. However, as soon as someone become too ill they left them. It seemed brutal but they all knew that the wolf was dead weight. They accepted the fact that weakness meant death and anyone who brought them down would be expelled of. They all worked hard to make sure they could survive, eventually allowing them to thrive. No one would stop them now.
Judas and his pack moved to the North, finding a place that seemed to achieve their Utopian dreams. This was their new home. The sun, the brightest light in the world, smiled down at them. Surely this meant they were pure, bright and had light in their hearts. Anyone who doubted that would be banished - they all knew that. The lively creatures there would sustain them for all eternity and the plants there were the most useful in the world. The best part: it was all theirs. With no other wolves to challenge them, they grew stronger. Some grew fatter but they soon worked it off with the battles they had with the other packs.
Veronim and his pack stayed where they were. They knew everything about their territory already, all the nooks, all the crannies. They had no reason to change anything. Everything was better for them now, less mouths to feed, less hostility, less fights. They became very territorial and protective of what they owned - they had earned it in the long, bloody battle and no one would take it from them now. Any loners that came would either be chased away or taken in and forced to fight to show their worth. Those who failed the test were simply punished and make slaves by the wolves who had fought them.