The molten flame blends into the dim light of the sun's setting. Kadzait raises her head and howls. [/i]Oh, Twilight, what will we do?
Never before has a Moonless Meeting brought such distress and death to the wolven forest. Liquid flame explodes from Firerocks, and with it, an impenetrable union of smoke and ash that appeared and shadowed the sun, flooding the mountains with fear. A plethora of wolves claim to be sighting nightmarish shaodws that walk amongst the rotting death and burning flame, bringing with them more of it.
"Death will flow
So crush the flame
Don't be so slow"
"Teeth will tear
And claws will clash
Amidst the flare
And the ash"
"And seven will be born
And even more pelts
Will be torn"
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Plot « Thread Started on Feb 15, 2009, 10:51am »
Heya wolvehs!! So, wuz up? Yeah? Uh huh?
Anyway! Let's get back to the PLOT!
... If anyone plagarizes this I'll find you. And you had better have a pretty d**n good lawyer.
Now!
"I can't see!"
"Catch, get the Pups out!"
"Someone help the Seniors!"
"Get back, everyone!"
"It's coming from Firerocks!"
"Firerocks is erupting!"
The molten flame blends into the dim light of the sun's setting. Kadzait raises her head and howls. Oh, Twilight, what will we do?
Never before has a Moonless Meeting brought such distress and death to the wolven forest. Liquid flame explodes from Firerocks, and with it, an impenetrable union of smoke and ash that appeared and shadowed the sun, flooding the mountains with fear. A plethora of wolves claim to be sighting nightmarish shaodws that walk amongst the rotting death and burning flame, bringing with them more of it.
"Death will flow So crush the flame Don't be so slow"
"Teeth will tear And claws will clash Amidst the flare And the ash"
"And seven will be born And even more pelts Will be torn"
The wolves of Firerocks have been reborn. Legend tells that the Shadows of Firerocks are made of the dark and the angry, the jealous and the traitors. Other's tell that they are made of flame. But now, such legends are no longer legends- they are the truth.
Wolves are disappearing without a trace, and the blame is being placed on Flame. A second disaster scathes the wolven forest, a cruel, unescapable flood massacres the the already sickened forest. Worse, the wolves want revenge for the many lives that have been lost. But there is more in this deadly flame then what has been seen.
Blame, anger, revenge, and darkness twist their tendrils around the forest, enclosing it tightly in their arms. In the heat of battle, the seven are born.
But Storm has recieved the Prophecy, too. And they know that, without the Demons and the Shadows, they will not rule the wood. The Demons have told them that there will be seven nights. On each, a wolf from each Pack will recieve his or her power. But Storm has a plan, too. They will keep the wolves away. After all, how many nights can the Twilght Realm wait for the pups that might never come?
All but one don't recieve their powers. Thor, Prophecy Pup of Storm.