Post by Rye on Nov 24, 2010 14:17:34 GMT -5
I hope you guys enjoy this,the first chapter is done as well,but I want to post the prologue first. ;D
-Note-This story is sad,and not exactly made for the faint of heart.
-Prologue-The Evening Winds
"They say when the shadows dance about,and the wind's soothing whisper hit the city just right,you can still see the old lands-a large sprawling place,with deserts,forest,mountains,desert,lakes,rivers,swamps...and so much more.But look now,and see the clouds of smog.The never-ending lights.The small,year-old trees,and ones who could never match those of the old lands.The small stream-once a quite and sacred place,now hosts trash and poison instead of fish,and it's pond worst still-were those savage,spine-less creatures taint what was once ours.Our land,once beautiful,now a gutted,poisoned place,were no true creature could live.Even the mice have left-for there is nothing.However, look beyond.There is still hope,however small.
But enough of my ranting taunts.I will tell you a story.A tale of Bravery.A tale of Hope,Strength,and Mercy.But also that of betrayal,deceit,lies,hurt,and pain.Our people will not be forgotten.
We will keep the hope.
We will keep the memory.
For we are still Wolves-and as long as that be,we shall live!
-Note-This story is sad,and not exactly made for the faint of heart.
-Prologue-The Evening Winds
"They say when the shadows dance about,and the wind's soothing whisper hit the city just right,you can still see the old lands-a large sprawling place,with deserts,forest,mountains,desert,lakes,rivers,swamps...and so much more.But look now,and see the clouds of smog.The never-ending lights.The small,year-old trees,and ones who could never match those of the old lands.The small stream-once a quite and sacred place,now hosts trash and poison instead of fish,and it's pond worst still-were those savage,spine-less creatures taint what was once ours.Our land,once beautiful,now a gutted,poisoned place,were no true creature could live.Even the mice have left-for there is nothing.However, look beyond.There is still hope,however small.
But enough of my ranting taunts.I will tell you a story.A tale of Bravery.A tale of Hope,Strength,and Mercy.But also that of betrayal,deceit,lies,hurt,and pain.Our people will not be forgotten.
We will keep the hope.
We will keep the memory.
For we are still Wolves-and as long as that be,we shall live!
