Wolves Night

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Site Name: Wolves Night v.2 The Awakening
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Types/Kinds of Animals Allowed:
Wolves; Mexican Gray Wolf, Gray Wolf, Red Wolf, Arctic Wolf, American Timber Wolf, Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf, Demon Wolf (They are like zombie wolves except they don't crave brains, just magic)
Is magic allowed?
Yes
Difficulty:
Intermediate-Advanced (200 word minimum)
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WOLVES NIGHT v.2 The Awakening

Gather round my children and listen to this tale of many many moons ago when the land was under a spell. It all started with an all powerful stone made by humans. Yes yes, I hear your laughter at the thought of other creatures besides us wolves and our prey but it is true, beasts of two legs once walked this earth but were destroyed by their own foolish desires. This stone of power could do anything when activated by the right one and the humans sought high and low for this being but could not see that wolves held the power to awaken the stone.

It had been years since the last human was killed, by what I’m not too certain and my memory fails me of that day. We’ve all heard of the four great packs correct? What?! You haven’t? Well dear child, let me explain. There were four great and glorious packs of power. The Shadow pack (which was full of evil traitorous wolves), the Forest pack (which was filled with good intentions and morals), the Tundra pack (who were almost as bad as the Shadow pack), and the Desert pack (wolves that were kicked out of their homes of the previous packs lived here). Each pack lived in different parts of the world and due to the old human technology they were able to come in contact with each other. With each passing day the Shadow pack would get stronger and take hold of more land thus wiping out more resources than we thought possible. Their way of life wasn’t too sunny either, if you did something to displease the alpha he would kill you without a second thought but all of the wolves there were well disciplined and hard workers. The Shadow pack had to be stopped before innocent lives were taken.

A year had passed since the great gathering. The great gathering was a time when all four of the pack leaders came to a meeting to discuss their current state and plead with the other packs for help. Of course the Shadow pack was not willing to lend their paws to anyone but themselves and the Desert pack wasn’t too keen on this either but if it was a soldier for your army they would willingly comply. Power was what three of the alpha’s wanted but there was just one that wanted peace. Had it not been so long ago then I would gladly tell you his name. Though his name may be forgotten his efforts were not. His pack, the Forest pack, were the peacekeepers and kept the other three packs from starting a war with one another but one can only take so much before they break. The Shadow pack was starting to take claims of their lands. At first it started out small, just a little forest here and a little forest there but then…Damon, I do believe his name was, started to take the women of the pack and use them as his own personal slaves. Another meeting was called…but the Shadow pack leader did not show.

The other three packs planned a date to attack. Though the Forest pack was highly against the world wide war there was nothing they could do but help those that were injured on both sides. Because of their kind hearts they were quickly taken out, leaving the world open for war and destruction! I did nothing but sat there with my sister at our ancient home and watched as the world was almost destroyed for your kind! Finally the Shadow pack was almost taken out and their bodies left to bake in the desert sun. They were foolish to fight on holy ground and even more foolish to think that they could prove something by fighting in the desert! The stone had awakened, it was the day my sister and I had been waiting for!

I do realize that this story makes me thousands of years old…of which I am. Don’t I look good for my age? We were of an old and thought to be wiped out ancient race of Guardians. Our ancestors once searched high and low for the one that held the blood that Akana craved so we could gain immortality. We were all bred to guard the stone and search for the chosen one. What makes us different from you other wolves? Just look at me! I have these markings from the ancient Egyptian period, and I can use my bones as a weapon or a shield. These were just some of the traits of our race but now, there are only two of us left. Raziya Shemei and Amon Iah. Our kind were all killed by this war and had it not been for my mother then we would have been dead as well.

Finally through all of the days fighting on our holy lands, it had suddenly stopped. The earth started to shake with immense force and we were certain that this was the end…but it was not. The moment that the Shadow pack had lost their leader and his blood touched the hot desert sands, the stone had awakened. He was the one! His blood was that which Akana craved! As the earth continued to shake all of the wolves were trapped here due to Akana destroying all sources of human life. The time of the wolf was now! We finally stopped the bloodshed between the packs and though the others believe that we killed the rest of the Shadow pack, we had just banished them. It was not our duty to go around mindlessly killing those that did nothing wrong to us or the stone. This was our first mistake.

As months went on the wolves that remained alive started to change and not for the better I fear. They started to gain powers through Akana and some of their bodies began to change. They took up odd markings just like us and found ways to put jewelry in and on their bodies. Not all of these wolves changed though. Some remained the same on the exterior but they still gained powers. A year had passed since the eminent war and through the power of Akana, the dead began to rise! Raziya and I had tried to stop Akana from doing this but we were powerless against the stone. These wolves grew to be called Demon wolves. Their bodies were decaying and they needed to steal magic from the living in order to survive, but in order to steal a wolf’s magic you needed to kill them. Many wolves died to these creatures and there was nothing that Raziya and I could do!…alone that is.

After one-hundred years passed, we went to the leaders of the two new packs, the Shadow Stalkers and the Deviled Dwellings. We were told by Akana to give them power far greater than those of the ordinary wolves but once they lost their rank they were to be stripped of this power and given a lesser one in return. We did this. I took up the Deviled Dwellings while Raziya took the Shadow Stalkers. We have to destroy this great threat to our existence, we have to fight for our right to live! We need to take out the dead and the only way to kill them…is with magic of course. Their locations are currently unknown to us but one day, we will find them and put an end to their horrid existence…with your help little ones we can do this, we can finally put an end to the bloodshed and the fighting…but how many of you are strong and brave enough to take up this charge?

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