T h e :: P l o t

Subject: T h e :: P l o t Thu Feb 28, 2008 11:44 pm

Our ancestors found this magnificent island, and its our job to keep it a paradise. But a strange dark cloud is arising from the earth. It shields the sun from everything. For about five minutes a day of sunlight, some plants are dying. Could this be a enormous thunderstorm? Or is it something entirely different...

Subject: Re: T h e :: P l o t Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:48 am

The storm came, but what it did, monstrous. It mutated the wolves, some got wings others got the ability to transform there paws and grow gills in the water. Some could turn invisible when scared. The last mutation, when angry flames blazed from there paws. But since the dark cloud faded away, two new territories are seen.

Subject: Story Part Two Wed Mar 19, 2008 2:26 am

Its been peaceful in Senti, birds singing, pups playing. But a new threat has come, a large muscular wolf has been hiding on the island in secret. He will do it no longer. He has come out of hiding, only to kill any other wolf in his way. Will Senti's peace be lost forever? Or will the wolves team up and attack the threat? Another territory has now been discovered. Is this where he's been hiding? Some wolves have now been seen running extremely fast. Others have been seen with two strange markings on each of them that they can draw power from, they are: flames, shards of ice, small bolts of lightning, and strong winds.

Subject: Re: T h e :: P l o t Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:52 am

The wolf soon appeared in the newly discovered territory, one young female wolf with wings named Sakari was chased. Soon wolves appeared, helping her to fend him off. Then the mighty beast yelled before falling to his doom, "you will see me again someday!" When he fell to the ground it caused a great earthquake, shifting cliffs. The cliffs that we're shifted we're blocking passage to two new territories. The brave wolves' names that fought for they're paradise have appeared on the great stone in Coyote Forest. It now reads:

Thy ancestors have found thy's happiness, treat it with thou respect. For if thy do not, thy's happiness will be forgotten forever...

Thy wolves who fought bravely and courageously for thy's home and happiness will be inscripted on this stone forever...

Thy wolves who fought for thy's happiness... Sakari, a winged wolf with courage in her heart and love in her soul... Battosai, a courageous young wolf with the marks of lightning on his shoulders and controlled the power of the element and no place to call home helped although thou had nothing close to thou's heart... Frost, a young wolf with the marks of ice in scripted on his body with the power over the element arrived and helped, although he did not know any of the other wolves... Shadow, a cocky young wolf with the ability to change form in the water helped as well... Tyari, a wolf with the marks of ice on his shoulders and the ability to control that element helped wanting to save a wolf and her pups lives... Heartshine Wildrunner, a caring young wolf thou's paws turn into blazing flames when thous angry... Silver, a young female winged wolf with strong hope in thou's heart and courage in thou's soul...

Subject: Story Part Three Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:41 am

The peace consumed the island, darkness and fear never more came over the wolves. They became peaceful, and tolerant. Then some of the wolves changed, somehow becoming hateful and somewhat evil. These wolves picked fights between pack members and family. Soon all of the wolves willing to fight for they're life, family, and pack we're in the middle of the chaos. Now it's up to those who fight for they're pack and family to save the island.

A war has begun on the island. Will you fight? Will you come out alive?

Subject: Re: T h e :: P l o t Sat Jun 07, 2008 7:32 am

The war died away, like dust poured into a roaring river; No more to be seen of, no more to speak of. Senti began expanding, far and wide. And as it expanded, came death of age and wonder of what may be causing the expanding. Many souls tried, but failed. Thousands of years passed, the wolves once known long dead. Senti expanded larger, a long with smaller islands forming around it. More forms of the mutations evolved, creating many different kinds. The lands the old wolves once roamed, now a myth. Even Coyote Forest and the stone that lie in it is but a legend now. Many wolves roam the new lands much like the older wolves did with the old lands, discovering, claiming, surviving. Senti, now a series of islands called altogether The Circle of Dawn. Given it's name from the large original island, Senti, and smaller ones surrounding it in a circle. The wolves of now no longer remember the wolves who found the land, those thoughts are but dust in the wind now.

The islands each have names, including a new name for Senti itself.

Hirisato, once called Senti it is the largest of the islands. Located in the middle of The Circle of Dawn and surrounded by the other islands that form a circle around it.

Mitane, one of the islands around Hirisato it is by far the most beautiful. With it's many maple trees and flowers; waterfalls in lagoons and peaceful forests, it is hard to disagree.

Reon, another island surrounding Hirisato it is one of the more challenging to live on. With it's many rocky cliffs and mountains, but it does have a few rivers that are calm and gentle.

Subject: Story Part Four Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:50 am

Some how a long the way of life, creatures began appearing each time a wolf is born. They began getting used to these creatures, and noticed that they change form depending on the wolf's mood, and on their choice. These creatures are now called Animas, Anima if singular. On further discovery they seem to be a part of a wolf's soul or spirit. If one of the two gets hurt, the other feels it's pain. Animas are always the opposite gender of the wolf it shares a soul with. Animas are a companion, as well as a friend who you can trust no matter what. Wolves can speak privately with their Animas by speaking in a special way, but everyone can communicate.

Subject: Re: T h e :: P l o t Sun Sep 14, 2008 2:19 am

Life has been going well at The Circle of Dawn, with wolves claiming, talking and meeting. Many threats and terrors had come to the land, but throughtout it all the resident wolves pulled through. However, most of the wolves don't remember the old battles. From the large wars to the small fights, these wolves know none of them.

Glortidul, the old wolf of now unknown legend, is said to have returned. The large black wolf was a hard foe to defeat, even for the many who did so. The island of Hirisato, once known as Senti and still is by this wolf, is in danger; As are the other islands. Some how, some way, he has been revived. His knowledge just may prove useful, considering he enjoys blabering things out. Hopefully no deathes come about, and the wolf can be defeated.

As the new islands are still being explored, territories can come out of nowhere. But with this terror lurking about.. Who knows where he may be hiding.

Subject: Re: T h e :: P l o t Sat Sep 12, 2009 1:10 am

The Land of Ice

The hero always defeats the villain. Or at least that's what they like to say.

Though the wolves of the SilverMoon pack did not prevail in defeating Glortidul, the large, black wolf easily three times the size of a normal one, he left in search for an easier catch until he could build up his strength. Unknowingly, his paws carried him across a large land bridge. And, over the course of two days of walking, made it to the island of Hirisato. As he continued to journey across the land, familiar places began to appear to him. A large lake filled with catfish, surrounded by willow trees of various shapes and sizes, and several others that had hardly changed at all over the years. Memories of being defeated by the mass of weakling wolves so long ago flooded his mind, and a low growl escaped into the trees. Though he knew it had been a few years since he had last walked among the other creatures of Senti, he was still puzzled by the immense change that had happened since his departure. It appeared that the main island had doubled in size, and there seemed to be several other islands the size of the old Senti circling it. But, not only that, wolves had now somehow gained companions that could shape-shift into any animal they needed at will. And yet he still lived with no signs of any abilities and was without a creature.

Soon he ended up in an old forest. Moss-coated rocks lay scattered along the path, and grass was lush and green. Even the trees had a large amount of the green plants on them, and the sky appeared to be ready to rain at any time. As he followed the winding trail into the deeper parts of the forest, small whispers began to sound in the safety of the trees. They sounded so powerful, yet so gentle and kind at the same time. He followed the sounds into the heart of the forest, far from any path or trail laid down from years of usage. The sounds grew louder, and he quickened his pace. Somehow he felt as if he was being pulled towards it, or called. He felt like there was something waiting for him wherever the voices led him. He felt like he needed to do something.

Soon his paws skidded abruptly against the smooth stones that lay under his feet, nearly slamming head-first into a large boulder. He stepped backwards, staring at the tall, smooth, tan-colored stone with a curious look in his red eyes. Standing before him was a stone that had writings about his defeat, and all those who had done it. Information about creatures who could shape-shift at will was also inscribed into it, dubbing them as Anima. The large brute read on, but found that there was nothing else written, with a large, blank space left on the stone for future writings. As he finished reading, the whispers grew louder until it was as if they were beside him, speaking into his ears. He hadn't even noticed they had stopped when he arrived, and yet he still saw nothing that could be whispering to him. As he began to turn and leave, a sudden paralysis came over him, freezing every muscle in his body. His eyes were stuck staring at the stone, and it soon began to glow a bright blue. A large, soundless beam of blue light shot out into the sky, and soon he, himself, began to glow. Glortidul began to fret, struggling against the powerful grasp that held him. It was a useless tactic, and his body still remain unmoving despite his powerful strength. It wasn't long before a beam of light much like the one on the stone began shooting up into the sky, followed by two others, which he guessed were on other islands from the distance, yet they were bright enough to see clearly in the sky. Another was somewhere else on Hirisato. The black wolf felt like the paralysis had been on him for hours, though it was really only a few minutes. A bright light slowly began growing on him, until it finally burst outward so brightly that it blinded him. His vision went black, and he went unconcious.

* * *

Glortidul awoke weary and confused, his vision blurred. As his eyes began to see clearly again, he found that he was in a cave. He stood to his paws and started towards the entrance, and found that his muscles were all extremely stiff. As he walked outside the small alcove, his eyes blinked in surprise at the sudden brightness that the outside brought on. As he slowly opened them again, he saw nothing but snow and pine trees. He looked up at the sky in search of the blue light that had carried him there, and quickly found three other beams in the far distance. It would be a long walk, but he planned on seeing what else was brought there, and to find out if he could return to where he was. But his stomach was empty, and he knew he needed to hunt before he began a long travel such as that, so he went out in search of any deer or elk, then he would go to where the lights, now faded away, once were. Everywhere his paws carried him was more ice and snow, which was unusual compared to the warm, rainy climate it was back at the forest. But he didn't pay much mind to it, and pushed on, following the faint scent of prey.

As the scent grew stronger, he began to realize that it was a stange, new smell. It wasn't a predator's distinct scent- for that he was sure- but it wasn't anything he had hunted before, either. Being careful not to make too much noise or break his cover, in case of a large animal that could give him harm, he neared them, and what he found was a large herd of elk-like creatures with thick, brown fur and white patches at places. Memory of such a beast hadn't crossed his mind since he was young, and now he remembered its name: Caribou. He remembered clearly that caribou was difficult to hunt due to the large herds, but had a good amount of meat, more than deer at least. As he leapt out of his hiding place, he found a large buck scratching away the snow with its hoof, searching for grasses. Glortidul pounced, tumbling the creature over, and made a quick bite to the neck before it died with one last call of terror, causing the rest of the herd to flee. A smile came onto the black wolf's face, licking his lips of the delicious taste of the caribou's blood. Then he began to tear into its flesh, getting his fill upon licking the bones nearly entirely clean. Shaking the little snow that had collected on his pelt from the short snow, he started his long, winding travels to the lights of blue.

The three have been chosen. Kodiak, of Mitane. Sai, of Reon. And Jairo, of Hirisato.