Post by aspenofthedell on Mar 14, 2009 10:55:31 GMT -6
I would like feed back. What did everyone think of my opening for Wind Runners?
The lands of the Wind Runners' pack are of peace and love. Wolves here enjoy lazing about taking in the sun, working on their hunting skills or taking time for their many hobbies. Some say they live too simple a life but wolves here are among the most talented and artistic of all wolves. This pack once homed over 20 wolves and ruled with a gentle paw for many years. But then a great evil flooded the lands under the rule of one great and powerful wolf named Bairin. His general did his masters biding with an iron paw and ruthless heart. He killed with no remorse, washing the lands in blood. He became known quickly as Grave for the countless number he slaughtered. To meet him was to meet the end in an instant. All wolves prayed for salvation from this death and it was answered by a white wolf who came from the burning mountain. He fought Bairin in a one on one winner take all fight to the death. The white stranger and the plague, Bairin, fought for days. Blood stained the ground and rock all around as they fought on. Till one day Bairin fell and stood never again. The white stranger, wounded and broken, walked back to the mountain and was never seen again. To this day, some 150 years later, that spot still remains stained in the blood of the two wolves. The evil fell apart but was never fully gone and none have fully recovered from the on slot of chaos that befell the once Eden like world.
AOTD aka SaraO
The lands of the Wind Runners' pack are of peace and love. Wolves here enjoy lazing about taking in the sun, working on their hunting skills or taking time for their many hobbies. Some say they live too simple a life but wolves here are among the most talented and artistic of all wolves. This pack once homed over 20 wolves and ruled with a gentle paw for many years. But then a great evil flooded the lands under the rule of one great and powerful wolf named Bairin. His general did his masters biding with an iron paw and ruthless heart. He killed with no remorse, washing the lands in blood. He became known quickly as Grave for the countless number he slaughtered. To meet him was to meet the end in an instant. All wolves prayed for salvation from this death and it was answered by a white wolf who came from the burning mountain. He fought Bairin in a one on one winner take all fight to the death. The white stranger and the plague, Bairin, fought for days. Blood stained the ground and rock all around as they fought on. Till one day Bairin fell and stood never again. The white stranger, wounded and broken, walked back to the mountain and was never seen again. To this day, some 150 years later, that spot still remains stained in the blood of the two wolves. The evil fell apart but was never fully gone and none have fully recovered from the on slot of chaos that befell the once Eden like world.
AOTD aka SaraO
