Post by Guest on Feb 23, 2006 20:31:54 GMT -5
^ C l i c k T o E n t e r ^
Once upon a time in the lands of Bahrine
It all started with a wolf named Saliton. Saliton was dark and devious, a soul drenched and dripping with the bloody trait of madness. Often times this male would torture innocent souls and came accustomed to enjoying it. Yet somehow he always felt like he wasn’t content. Like he wanted more. And he did, as power over not simply things many did, but everything. Although he knew this power could not be obtained alone. He needed help.
So Saliton left his usual home area and came to a cove. With him he had brought a numerous amount of artifacts, one even being one of his fangs. He arranged them in a strange way and slowly walked around it. Saliton had words roll off his tongue that were not of his own, as he laughed in a grimacing way. Saliton was attempting to call up the still lingering souls of the dead. Yet, this occurred incorrectly. The power on the opposite side of Saliton had grown stronger, as was the dead, and it took a hold on Saliton as so ripping out his life. The souls left the depth of the packed Earth from the artifacts that still remained placed on the ground.
The ghosts from the dead rose up and came about the lands. They went to each living wolf being they could and changed them. These ghosts made the souls of these wolven come out from within and be seen on their exterior. They switched out their body completely in that way, and then tinted these exposed souls, as so changing them. As so killing the living side of the innocent wolves and turning them dark. The wolves that had not been changed, however, had soon learned what had occurred. They became enraged.
A battle broke out, soon growing into a war. Yet it was not a war any would find at any other place. It was a war of the living versus the dead.
