Post by Chandani on Aug 11, 2009 0:16:40 GMT -5
.:.In the beginning.:.
For as long as anyone knew Abaddon was just as any other wilderness. Wolves formed packs, coyotes hunted with their families, and dogs stayed away or were killed. A small village of humans formed at the edge of the forests where they competed for food and space with the wildlife. The magnificent scenery ranging from mountains to rainforests to beaches to prairies was enough to mesmerize those whose lineage called Abaddon home for centuries. However it was not only the beauty of the lands, or the unique variety of animals and plants, but an overall tantalizing magic that the island held within itself and within those native to her that captured the interest of the humans.
.:.They Fear What They Don't Understand.:.
Like most things the change came slowly, it crept into the lives of all who inhabited the island paradise without warning. The things that once brought the most wonderful dreams to life for the humans now struck fear into their souls. Over the decades information was lost between generations of bipeds causing questions to surface about the strange powers some of the creatures of the forest contained. A single visitor had found the island by chance and could not contain his astonishment upon his first encounter with the Alpha pair of the Abaddon Pack; Apollyon and his mate Deumos were blessed with wings and the magic of nature. The newcomer's tales deepened the questions and fear the human tribe had of the canines of Abaddon.
.:.Declaration of War.:.
The humans began with an attempt to wipe out their beloved companions, every domesticated dog was to be destroyed. Many escaped into the wilds and formed the Stolas Pack. The war spread like an inferno, flickering through the lands and scorching any canid that was found in its wake. Soon the numbers of each species dwindled, a mere flame flickering through the darkness.
.:.New Relationships.:.
One early morning, as the golden light was just beginning to stretch it's arms upon the earth Gideon, a Great Dane who had escaped from the tribes who organized the Stolas Pack, sat looking over Aconite Falls where he encountered a warrior wolf of the Abaddon Pack. It was then that it was realized that all canines were to be destroyed and the very life of the island was hanging upon a fine thread. Here is when the pact was verbally drawn between not only the Stolas and Abaddon Packs, but all canines upon the island.
.:.A Slaughtering.:.
Plans were organized, groups of canines ranging from as small as the kit fox to the largest wolf of the lands and every canid in between. In order for any of them to survive they must unite as one to defeat the humans and save not only themselves, but all of Abaddon. As the moon's glow painted the dark night canvas the slaughter began. Every canine slunk into the village, slipping through windows and back doors where the unarmed bipeds were ripped from their beds. No life was spared.
.:.A New Beginning.:.
The village's earthen carpet glistened with red pools as night turned into day, human carcasses were spread along the earth and slumped within huts. All was quiet and eerily peaceful once more. And it began, all canines now had a bond and formed packs allowing all species....the revelation of Abaddon.
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