Post by Leviticus|| ALPHA on Sept 24, 2019 0:18:20 GMT
||.|| PACK HISTORY ||.||
Years ago, an army of vicious, blood thirsty wolves ruled the valley we reside on...
They took prisoners from other packs, forcing the jaded wolves into small groups, by surrounding them, teeth snapping.
They attacked each weaker soul, wearing them down, forcing them to submit. The larger wolves that were attained from other packs were guarded within deep caves within the mountains, where they were starved and attacked if they attempted to escape.
Eventually the prisoners were thrown scraps of food, just enough to garner survival... they learned to form somewhat of their own pack, together within this cave system.
The elder members, never did understand why they were captured or why they were being held prisoner...
Years went by this way, and the wolves eventually stopped trying to escape.. they had formed new lives, new mates... they had birthed new pups.. so on life went, and they attempted to live as scarcely and successfully as they could in this odd domain...
One day, as the elders were gathering the once new young pups, now young adults, into the meeting cave, a low rumble was heard from within the cave system they resided in..
Feeling very uneasy, they flattened their ears and silently stared at the young pack members.
The main Elder of the pack stepped forward...
"Young ones... you have no names...you have no ranks... but you all have one thing in common... You were raised as dwellers. You all know this system of caves better than we, as your elders do... We have survived here... but that is all... We cannot give you anything more than what we have here to offer. There will be no rankings.. Their will be no pack, if you do not come together and free us..."
Most of the young adult wolves, coward. Some began whining, nervously confused. The walls were growling within the caves. They had no idea how to save the entire pack. They were to young. They had never fought an outside member. They had been taught to avoid the exit, due to the remaining, older guards, that still patrolled every single day.
Noticing the Elders worry, one Black young wolf, raised from his Haunches and padded toward the Main Elder.
"I WILL LEAD AN ARMY."
His voice was firm and strong. He held his head high and , and turned to face the others.
"I will be your General. Address me as such and you will survive. Our elders will survive... and our Parents will Survive..."
The others, still confused and frightened, stood to face the larger Black Masculine. Afraid to speak, they all nodded, and became his followers.
The Elders glance at each other, before. Nodding in approval.
And so... An Army had been formed, lead by an nameless wolf...
The Black wolf trained the others rigorously...
He was relentless, their survival depended on it.
Each month, the temperature of the caves became hotter and the rumbles grew to be an everyday thing. The time was almost upon them, to break free.
The last day that they trained. The Unnamed wolf, known only as General, commanded all wolves to battle each other. Who ever lived, would go to battle. Those that failed, would become food for the pack. During the battle, wolves were snapping, growls could be heard echoing throughout the system, as the rumbles from the walls grew louder. The wolves were panting, growing weak. Some were falling due to exhaustion, some to battle wounds, some from the heat...
Then.... the largest growl from behind the walls erupted, and shook the cave system. The inside of their dwelling began to crumble and fall. The Nameless wolf yelled for everyone to freeze as the rock beneath them, cracked open and a glowing orange mass bubbled up, steaming from under them. The heat was too much to bare. The time was now.
The General assembled the wolves, and the rushed to the Exit of the system they had called home since birth. The Elders falling behind...
The guards could be heard shouting outside to their Alpha, "Its time, Alpha! The gods are taking the sacrifices!"
The General, flattened his ears and a snarl erupted upon his maw, angered from the deepest pits of his soul.... He glared back at the Army of UnderTaking wolves and nodded his head....
The army burst through the opening, just as a huge blast of steam and smoke billowed out from the tunnels.
The Army scattered the unknown terrain, attacking any movement. Pups, Adults, and many bodies were left in the wake....
BUT THEY WERE FREE...
The remaining Army continued to run, as fast as they could away from the disaster unfolding behind them... and eventually.... they came to a stop.
The General assessed the amount of wolves remaining after the war... 5... five wolves remained. Most were battered. Most weren't going to make it. Then he lowered his head to stare at the ground... They had been freed.... but at what cost? Was it worth it? He panted with Anxiety and guilt, but then a voice from behind him caught his attention.
"You have earned a name... Young wolf..." the voice weakly panted.
He whipped his head around to see the Main Elder.
The older wolf collapsed, with shallow breaths, panting....
The General rushed to his side, stood above him, focused on his wise eyes...
"You....are...Leviticus...", he panted..
The wisdom of the years flashed before him, as he knew at least one member had survived without fail... his orbs slowly closed as his breathing came to a halt.....
…
The large, masculine brute looked up from the elder. The sounds of the eruption going on behind him. Billowing smoke, gases and steam flooded the dark night air that he had never breathed in before. He threw his head back into a long eerie howl, and claimed Dahnawa Creek.
And so... our pack was born....
Years ago, an army of vicious, blood thirsty wolves ruled the valley we reside on...
They took prisoners from other packs, forcing the jaded wolves into small groups, by surrounding them, teeth snapping.
They attacked each weaker soul, wearing them down, forcing them to submit. The larger wolves that were attained from other packs were guarded within deep caves within the mountains, where they were starved and attacked if they attempted to escape.
Eventually the prisoners were thrown scraps of food, just enough to garner survival... they learned to form somewhat of their own pack, together within this cave system.
The elder members, never did understand why they were captured or why they were being held prisoner...
Years went by this way, and the wolves eventually stopped trying to escape.. they had formed new lives, new mates... they had birthed new pups.. so on life went, and they attempted to live as scarcely and successfully as they could in this odd domain...
One day, as the elders were gathering the once new young pups, now young adults, into the meeting cave, a low rumble was heard from within the cave system they resided in..
Feeling very uneasy, they flattened their ears and silently stared at the young pack members.
The main Elder of the pack stepped forward...
"Young ones... you have no names...you have no ranks... but you all have one thing in common... You were raised as dwellers. You all know this system of caves better than we, as your elders do... We have survived here... but that is all... We cannot give you anything more than what we have here to offer. There will be no rankings.. Their will be no pack, if you do not come together and free us..."
Most of the young adult wolves, coward. Some began whining, nervously confused. The walls were growling within the caves. They had no idea how to save the entire pack. They were to young. They had never fought an outside member. They had been taught to avoid the exit, due to the remaining, older guards, that still patrolled every single day.
Noticing the Elders worry, one Black young wolf, raised from his Haunches and padded toward the Main Elder.
"I WILL LEAD AN ARMY."
His voice was firm and strong. He held his head high and , and turned to face the others.
"I will be your General. Address me as such and you will survive. Our elders will survive... and our Parents will Survive..."
The others, still confused and frightened, stood to face the larger Black Masculine. Afraid to speak, they all nodded, and became his followers.
The Elders glance at each other, before. Nodding in approval.
And so... An Army had been formed, lead by an nameless wolf...
The Black wolf trained the others rigorously...
He was relentless, their survival depended on it.
Each month, the temperature of the caves became hotter and the rumbles grew to be an everyday thing. The time was almost upon them, to break free.
The last day that they trained. The Unnamed wolf, known only as General, commanded all wolves to battle each other. Who ever lived, would go to battle. Those that failed, would become food for the pack. During the battle, wolves were snapping, growls could be heard echoing throughout the system, as the rumbles from the walls grew louder. The wolves were panting, growing weak. Some were falling due to exhaustion, some to battle wounds, some from the heat...
Then.... the largest growl from behind the walls erupted, and shook the cave system. The inside of their dwelling began to crumble and fall. The Nameless wolf yelled for everyone to freeze as the rock beneath them, cracked open and a glowing orange mass bubbled up, steaming from under them. The heat was too much to bare. The time was now.
The General assembled the wolves, and the rushed to the Exit of the system they had called home since birth. The Elders falling behind...
The guards could be heard shouting outside to their Alpha, "Its time, Alpha! The gods are taking the sacrifices!"
The General, flattened his ears and a snarl erupted upon his maw, angered from the deepest pits of his soul.... He glared back at the Army of UnderTaking wolves and nodded his head....
The army burst through the opening, just as a huge blast of steam and smoke billowed out from the tunnels.
The Army scattered the unknown terrain, attacking any movement. Pups, Adults, and many bodies were left in the wake....
BUT THEY WERE FREE...
The remaining Army continued to run, as fast as they could away from the disaster unfolding behind them... and eventually.... they came to a stop.
The General assessed the amount of wolves remaining after the war... 5... five wolves remained. Most were battered. Most weren't going to make it. Then he lowered his head to stare at the ground... They had been freed.... but at what cost? Was it worth it? He panted with Anxiety and guilt, but then a voice from behind him caught his attention.
"You have earned a name... Young wolf..." the voice weakly panted.
He whipped his head around to see the Main Elder.
The older wolf collapsed, with shallow breaths, panting....
The General rushed to his side, stood above him, focused on his wise eyes...
"You....are...Leviticus...", he panted..
The wisdom of the years flashed before him, as he knew at least one member had survived without fail... his orbs slowly closed as his breathing came to a halt.....
…
The large, masculine brute looked up from the elder. The sounds of the eruption going on behind him. Billowing smoke, gases and steam flooded the dark night air that he had never breathed in before. He threw his head back into a long eerie howl, and claimed Dahnawa Creek.
And so... our pack was born....