This is the year 2600. The wolves have now become the leaders of the land, and reign over everything here in what used to be called Canada, North America. The humans are all gone, dead from their own wastefulness.
The wolves have separated into three packs: The Skira'ka, The Mahigan, and The Abashi. It's like the world has started over. Will you survive?
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10/05/08. - Finally opened after having this site sit here since July. Have fun role-playing!
Footprints in the Snow « Thread Started on Oct 19, 2008, 9:42am »
He had been traveling in circles. Kyrie was quite aware of this fact, but did not particularly care. He was far from lost - the older wolf rarely got lost - but rather simply enjoying the scenery. He was alert for the sounds of other wolves, larger predators, or any prey as always, but that was not his purpose for being here. The snow was not deep, and slowed him down little thanks to his long legs (although the sleek fur on his forelimbs did little to keep out the cold). His steps carried him in the easy, distance-covering lope that he had learned so well since he left his family, and for a time he moved at a decent pace. Eventually he slowed down and stopped, ears perked and nose twitching. He'd smelled something. He was sure of it.
Kyrie lowered his nose to the ground, scenting the eddies of wind atop the snow, but found nothing of interest. A passing breeze then, he supposed, and his steps carried him a few feet further, past a small clump of taller grass. With a rustle and a low squeak, a hare darted out from that clump and bolted away across the meadow. Surprised by the thing's sudden appearance, Kyrie was a moment late in giving pursuit, and was soon left behind. He was not quite so fast as the rabbit, and he had no chance of catching it when it had such a lead. Better to conserve his energy. There would be other prey later. With a quiet snort, he began moving again, this time at a normal walking pace, his head low against the slowly-rising wind. The chill in his bones predicted a heavy snowfall later today or tonight. Perhaps he should find shelter.
Re: Footprints in the Snow « Reply #1 on Oct 22, 2008, 3:44pm »
Darkie wandered into this new land she had just been in one of the packs lands she couldn't remember which though. She suddenly spotted another wolf in the distance. Smiling Darkie trotted over to the male, "Hello, i'm Darkmoon but you can call me darkie if you like." she told him softly. Her tail swished as she waited for the males reply.
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