Post by Meoquanee on Oct 25, 2017 0:08:28 GMT
Arceon
History
About a century ago, Arceon a malicious and manipulative sire (male wolf) had been born and thrown upon all packs, loners, and rogues. However, as the young wolf began to grow, his ambitions arose, it was as if there was something terrible awakening within him. Once Arceon had grown old enough to defend and take care of himself, he left the only ones he cared for: his beloved family. Arceon had met a female, one year older than himself, and she was the opposite of him, sweet and amiable, as he’d say. This femora’s (femora; female) name was Ambrosia, who’d had two personalities. The disordered she-wolf’s separate personalities caused Arceon to go nuts, and yet, he fell in love with her. No, they never had pups because all they’d do is bicker and snap at each other’s noses. More like, always at each other’s throats.
Whilst Ambrosia’s focus was bringing the good together, and maintaining a strong and overpowering pack among the wolves who were rebellious, again, Arceon was the opposite. His only focus was taking over all packs and even murdering loners and taking in the strongest rogues, which only built his pack up. Ambrosia was apart of Arceon’s pack, but eventually, the arguing and snapping at each other’s throats only got worse. The pack was shaken and concerned for the pair, which caused the pack to corrupt.
However, there was a true darkness among them, an arising storm. The rivers, creeks, ponds, and all other water sources were beginning to alter. It wasn’t good. There was a disaster about to happen, and as always Arceon and Ambrosia hadn’t realized it, continuing to yap at each other. Pack members began to discard themselves from Arceon’s pack, Coniferales Marsh Pack, residing in the damp forest. Though, that wasn’t what mattered at the moment, it was the hurricane which was coming from the ocean, afar from the pack, but nearby the ponds, creeks, and rivers which were within a valley, but miles away was the beach.
All the smaller packs and Coniferales Marsh Pack was coming to an end, and the two only began to realize it when they finally separated. The former pair blamed each other. The massive storm was only growing, and eventually, wolves joined Ambrosia’s side, forming the Reservoir Mitigate Pack, whilst others remained in the Coniferales Marsh Pack. Arceon forced his pack onto Ambrosia’s causing a war to break out while the darkness was upon them. Then...it struck.
The hurricane crashed onto the land, tearing apart lakes, streams, creeks, and the river, along with where the packs came to fight. The valle. After causing destruction within Coniferales Marsh Pack’s territory: trees broken and scattered, the ground shaken and torn, branches everywhere, it was terrible. The hurricane, --whilst the two packs were attempting to conquer each other-- struck the valley, both packs terrified, and yet, the former pair disregarded it as they fought, Ambrosia had Arceon pinned. Wolves began to scamper, though the species was slowly being wiped out by the hurricane, rarely any wolf got to escape. The two rolled, the wind beginning to tug at their combined weight.
Arceon only smirked, and rolled Ambrosia onto her back, lunging at her throat, gripping tightly. Between his jaws, he spoke as his grip tightened, causing Ambrosia to gasp as no air was circulating, ”If you’re going down, my love, I’m coming with you.” He uttered, his voice gentle. That...was probably the sweetest and most heartwarming thing he’d said to Ambrosia. As the hurricane pushed towards them, Arceon released Ambrosia, giving her one last nuzzle before the two were swept away in the storm, together.
Now, presently, three new alphas were born and had taken over the three...wait three? Yes, three packs. The new pack being named Anodyne Sea Pack, which resided in the beach territory. All of the land was still being formed, naturally, of course. But the main parts of each territory and unclaimed areas, were back to life, and looked more gorgeous than before. Which path will you choose? The dark side, the light side, or the neutral, possibly a loner?
Whilst Ambrosia’s focus was bringing the good together, and maintaining a strong and overpowering pack among the wolves who were rebellious, again, Arceon was the opposite. His only focus was taking over all packs and even murdering loners and taking in the strongest rogues, which only built his pack up. Ambrosia was apart of Arceon’s pack, but eventually, the arguing and snapping at each other’s throats only got worse. The pack was shaken and concerned for the pair, which caused the pack to corrupt.
However, there was a true darkness among them, an arising storm. The rivers, creeks, ponds, and all other water sources were beginning to alter. It wasn’t good. There was a disaster about to happen, and as always Arceon and Ambrosia hadn’t realized it, continuing to yap at each other. Pack members began to discard themselves from Arceon’s pack, Coniferales Marsh Pack, residing in the damp forest. Though, that wasn’t what mattered at the moment, it was the hurricane which was coming from the ocean, afar from the pack, but nearby the ponds, creeks, and rivers which were within a valley, but miles away was the beach.
All the smaller packs and Coniferales Marsh Pack was coming to an end, and the two only began to realize it when they finally separated. The former pair blamed each other. The massive storm was only growing, and eventually, wolves joined Ambrosia’s side, forming the Reservoir Mitigate Pack, whilst others remained in the Coniferales Marsh Pack. Arceon forced his pack onto Ambrosia’s causing a war to break out while the darkness was upon them. Then...it struck.
The hurricane crashed onto the land, tearing apart lakes, streams, creeks, and the river, along with where the packs came to fight. The valle. After causing destruction within Coniferales Marsh Pack’s territory: trees broken and scattered, the ground shaken and torn, branches everywhere, it was terrible. The hurricane, --whilst the two packs were attempting to conquer each other-- struck the valley, both packs terrified, and yet, the former pair disregarded it as they fought, Ambrosia had Arceon pinned. Wolves began to scamper, though the species was slowly being wiped out by the hurricane, rarely any wolf got to escape. The two rolled, the wind beginning to tug at their combined weight.
Arceon only smirked, and rolled Ambrosia onto her back, lunging at her throat, gripping tightly. Between his jaws, he spoke as his grip tightened, causing Ambrosia to gasp as no air was circulating, ”If you’re going down, my love, I’m coming with you.” He uttered, his voice gentle. That...was probably the sweetest and most heartwarming thing he’d said to Ambrosia. As the hurricane pushed towards them, Arceon released Ambrosia, giving her one last nuzzle before the two were swept away in the storm, together.
Now, presently, three new alphas were born and had taken over the three...wait three? Yes, three packs. The new pack being named Anodyne Sea Pack, which resided in the beach territory. All of the land was still being formed, naturally, of course. But the main parts of each territory and unclaimed areas, were back to life, and looked more gorgeous than before. Which path will you choose? The dark side, the light side, or the neutral, possibly a loner?