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Edana	Posted: Nov 5 2007, 08:52 PM
Administrator Group: Admin Posts: 124 Member No.: 1 Joined: 29-October 07	.:Part I:. The Shadow Approaches... Long ago, Sagnai Moon had no name. It was merely a vast expanse of land. The Pack of Anana lived in these beautiful and fertile lands. Their lives were happy and peaceful, but also uneventful. The land was unchanged, but grew old after a time. Why did the wolves of Anana stay here? Their lives seemed a bore. They knew. Whenever a passing wolf would taunt them they would just smile and shake their head. No one understood the Object. the Object was located somewhere in the main lands that the Anana wolves lived. This Object was said to have some sort of secret magical power. However, only very trusted wolves that were close to the King and Queen were allowed to see it. As time passed, the younger members of Anana began to loose faith that it actually existed. They began to think it was once protected by Anana but it was lost. Still others believed it never really was. That the Object was just a story to shut the eyes of young pups. The elders stayed strong to the belief that the Object existed. The younger generations grew bored with the same life every day. There was little to look forward to. However, the elders seemed to grow ever more tense. They warned the non-believers that something was to come. They told them to be prepared. All turned a blind eye. One morn wolves appeared. Not just a few wolves, an entire pack. They requested to live on the land that Anana claimed. At the time the land was so vast Anana had much more land then they could ever use. Feeling sorry for the pack of loners, they gladly agreed. Quickly the pack was given a large portion of land. The weary elders soon dropped their concern when nothing happened. Little did they know that trouble was on the rise. The packs both seemed good to each other. There was much mixing and merging. A few wolves even took mates from another pack. However, what some of the Anana wolves thought to be harmless gossip was really to be the downfall of Anana. The pack that had arrived called themselves the Pack of Tatkret. They had their own legend. One of a great monster that could destroy many things. Once it was unleashed, the monster would not rest until its taste for blood had been satisfied. Few could control it. Only those who were willing to pay the price were able to control him. The price? Your very soul. The monster would devour your soul thus releasing the previous soul captured in the body, and your new one became the inhabitant of the body, leaving behind only bones from the shell your soul previously inhabited.. You didn't control the beast, no, you were the beast! The catch; only a wolf of Tatkret could inhabit the body of Tonrar. Tatkret had heard of a sacred magical Object that Anana possessed. Greed filled the hearts and souls of the Tatkret wolves. They wanted that Object! The gossip was enough for Tatkret! One cold evening after the sun had set, the moon began to rise. Hands of darkness slowly began to snuff the light. The shadow of the moon began to glide over Anana. Something was a miss. The reflection the moon cast was not circular. The shadow was shaped like a raven. The monster, Tonrar, had been summoned. A wolf had sacrificed himself to control Tonrar. The King himself. Blood and slaughter followed. The raven shadow of the moon, the calling card of Tonrar always appeared not long before he did. Many wolves from Anana and Tatkret died. Anana would not fall without a fight! But they could not win! Tatkret was much to powerful! Around this time Kadzait appeared. Both Tatkret and Anana tried to sway the neutrals to their side, each with varying attempts and encouragements. They would not comply. Kadzait remained a pack all its own. The war between Anana and Tatkret continued. Later it would come to be called the Time of Chaos. The wolves were not the only creatures affected by Tonrar's evil. His presence in this world was not natural, and because of it he twisted things into an unnatural state. The land suffered almost as much as the Pack of Anana. Both sides had lost great numbers, Anana far more than Tatkret. They had Tonrar. A final battle was about to occur. Anana would fall together. Tatkret would stand over bloody ruins and relish the Object! Yet, on the day of the final battle, neither King could be found. Tatkret's King had become Tonrar, and he could not be found. Yet, the King of Anana was missing as well. Both packs went into a frenzy trying to find their lost Kings. To no avail. Without their leader Tatkret's attack fell apart. Fearing a rebellion from Anana they chose to conceal themselves from Anana. Although angry, Anana did not seek revenge. The dead could not be revived and no amount of blood would make any of Anana feel satisfied. It was not long before Anana and Kadzait began to tell their children of the brave warriors and the terrible times. Tatkret repeated the story to instill power in the pack. They blamed Anana for the disappearance of Tonrar. This story was very much fact. It soon faded to one of those, your great-grandfather-stories. Then just another story. Then a myth... They named the land Sagnai Moon after Tonrar and his calling card in vain attempt to keep none from ever truly forgetting. Anana and Kadzait told the story for moral purposes. "Be kind to others." "Revenge never pays." "Be careful what you wish for." And other common sayings mothers whisper to their young in hopes they will grow with compassion. Tatkret used the tale as a reason to hate Anana. The packs remain fierce enemies, but little has happened between them since the Time of Chaos. However, something inside of the wolves of Anana and Tatkret has always told them that there is a reason for all of this hate. Whether they choose to recognize it depends upon the wolf. There are few who actually believe that old story now about the Time of Chaos. All of the packs have gone back to the way they were. Their lives again are peaceful and uneventful. The only difference from before, is that but four wolves know a deadly secret. Some see this. Others just go about their lives knowing it doesn't concern them. Or does it? Two mischievous pups of Tatkret are out playing in Whisper Wood on a regular day. While wrestling the both of them land rather hard on the roots of an old tree. The ground beneath them tumbled away. Tiny pleas for help ensued. Both of the young pups were plunged into darkness. Sniffling and sobbing all they could do was wait until their eyes adjusted to the darkness. One wiped at his muzzle with another sniffle. "I-It's so cold d-down he--achoo!" He sneezed. There was no reply from the other. "K-K-Krymm...?" The one whom had sneezed, Vare, called. There was again no reply from Krymm. Only his chattering teeth. "Krymm!" Vare called. Shivers were beginning to run the length of his spine. Something was not right at all. Vare began blinking wildly in attempt to adjust to the dim light. After another moment or two they did. "Krymm!" He called happily. "I can see the exit! I think we can-" Vare stopped in mid-sentence. He saw what had spooked Krymm so badly. They were in what appeared to be an old den underneath the tree. It was large enough to house many wolves , standing, no rearing! After closer examination Vare could see that the walls did not appear to have been shaped with any paw. There were singe marks, claw marks, areas that had appeared to be blown apart, and worse yet, rubble on the floor! Some of it even reached to ceiling giving it the appearance that the rubble was holding up the roof. It looked like a battle had taken place here! But, why here...? Why not on the surface? Why--"Vare..." Krymm finally spoke. "Vare..." His voice echoed again. "Wh-what?" Vare was afraid of what Krymm might want to share with him. "Vare..." He repeated. Vare directed his eyes where he thought Krymm was looking. It did not take much searching to see it. What was before him made the blood drain from Vare's face. Half buried underneath a large piece of rubble belonging to the pillar like formation was a skeleton that appeared very canine like. In fact, it looked very wolf like. It clutched something in its mouth. Vare was to far to see what it was. The dim light was no help either. Although he was scared, he was also curious. What was so important that this wolf had to die guarding it? Slowly, one small paw at a time, Vare approached. Krymm was still cowering and whimpering. As Vare approached he could have sworn that whatever the item was it seemed to be steadily growing lighter in color...Was it-glowing? Vare touched the skull with his paw. The old skull collapsed in a collection of yellow dust and bone fragments. With a squeal Vare jumped back. Krymm had stopped cowering for just long enough to see his brother jump back in fear before he went back to his own self pity. Vare began his steady approach again.Lying in the remains of the skull was a stone carving. It was very finely made. It was obvious that no wolf could have physically made this statue. The stature was made of black onyx and depicted a snarling wolf standing on two legs. His claws were outstretched as they tried to attack an invisible enemy. His jowls, open and teeth born, awaited blood that would never come. From his back were two, immense, feathered wings. "Vare..." Krymm called again. "Coming!" Vare called. He snatched up the statue and the two pups made a dash for the exit. "Mommy! Mommy!" Vare and Krymm called as they rushed into their mothers waiting paws. "Loves! Where have you been!" Her voice was both harsh and worried as she buried her nose into their fur. Their father was not so kind. "Where have you two been!?!" The hateful tone of his voice made Krymm and Vare cower. "Da-da-" Krymm tried. "Don't! Tell me where you two were!" He roared. "Wh-Whisp-er W-Wood..." Vare managed through sobs. "And what were you two doing there!?" Their father boomed. "You two are filthy all over! You two would have to be rolling in ash to get this dirty!" Vare wouldn't have been surprised if they had been in ash. Vare picked up the onyx statue in his mouth and tossed it before his father. It hit the floor with a loud clatter. For a moment his father could only stare. "Do you know what this means? Do you!?!" He grabbed Vare by the scruff of his neck. Vare's father could taste his sons' blood. Not that he cared at the moment. "Love-" His mother tried to protest. His father glared at her from the corner of his eye and she returned to comforting and cleaning Krymm. "This is a human object!" He spat. "Humans are here and you have probably lead them right to us! We are all going to die, Vare! They will hunt us down and kill us! I cannot believe my own son is so stupid!" The old wolf swung his paw around and slashed Vare across the face. Vare's father could see very little but from what he did see he had clawed the majority of Vare's face, including one eye. With a yelp Vare fell into a pool of his own blood. Vare's mother began to raise herself but though twice and lowered her body back around Krymm again. She would have to attend to Vare when her mate left. Vare only dared twitch in pain. His sobs were contained until his father left. Crying out would only give him another beating. In his fathers' mood, more open wounds. His eye stung bitterly and he could see the color vanishing. Then the shapes. The shadows were approaching, the pool of blood underneath him growing... Vare's father snatched up the onyx statue. He hurried to the upper levels of Murder Cave. He rushed past the guards after showing them his urgency, the statue. They understood. Vare's father was in luck, the King was in. "My Lord!" He called. The wolf rushed to his King and dropped the carving at his feet. The King slowly looked to his feet. A wide smile spread across his lips. "So...it has been found...You shall be awarded for this, faithful one. Just as you deserve." Vare's father bowed his head. "I am forever faithful to you, my Lord! I went through many a hardship to find you that statue! It pleases me that my efforts are not in vain." The King cracked an evil grin. On the central level Vare's mother licked his wounds. "Vare...I'm sorry Vare..." Her tongue caressed his wounds as the pup whimpered and cried. Now he couldn't see anything out of his right eye. It had all faded into blackness. Suddenly, an ear piercing yowl echoed through the halls of the caverns. The metallic scent of blood followed. But minutes after the King descended, blood dripping from maw. Silently he approached Vare, Krymm, and their mother. He snatched Vare from his mother and began walking back to his den. At first Vare's mother tried to say something, but she just could not! It was the King! Her King...She had to give him what he wanted and right now he wanted Vare. "Mommy...?" Krymm spoke, his voice small. "Where is Vare going? Can we go too?" The she wolf hugged her final pup closer and gave a soft whimper of her own. Plot is copyrighted� to Therium and Sagnai Moon. Paws off! -------------------- Edana & Zyra {ladies of the night}

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