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Post by Green Jasper Admin on Aug 6, 2010 23:06:39 GMT -5
Green Jasper
Ten years, ten long years, an they are all that’s left. They struggle, and they fight, and general unrest is a single truth amongst all of these canines. An artificial island, is what they call home, a haven, a safe place from what destroyed most life on earth. At least, that’s what the humans assumed that the virus was going to do, if it ever got out.
Ten years ago, the humans, so wrapped up in their little war, were playing with biological weapons, dangerous things to begin with, and deadly enough to scare most away. It was meant to wipe the enemy out, while the ‘good guys’, remained safe in their masks. It never came to that, thank goodness.
No, what it came to, was an accident. A simple, foolish accident. When the humans were manufacturing this ‘weapon’, it evolved very quickly, defending against any form of cure imaginable. The humans, thought they were quite brilliant in creating and containing such a thing. The fools never saw it coming, what came next.
Someone, a spy, a mole, whatever you want to call it, snuck in. Destroyed the lab, trying to eradicate the virus. He failed, and he succeeded. He killed those that knew how to manufacture it, but the virus, which was typically air born, escaped into the world.
It started small, in one country, then the next, and the next, and the next. It was easy for it to spread, due to the great clashing of the contents, which had reformed, and remerged into one massive continent again. The humans, died. Slowly, quickly, it varied, but they died all the same. There were some, who sought to protect man’s best friend, out of love, but mainly to just try and save something. The governments, funded a privet island to be built, and when it was, they sent roughly 150 canines to this island. It would never come into contact with the main land again. At least, that’s what they were hoping.
The dogs that were left on the main continent, suffered. The virus, did them no small mercy by sparing them. It did them a great injustice, and mutated them, all in different ways. Some were horrifically disfigured, others only had minor changes in them. From horns, to no fur, to heat vision, to poison, these dogs were no longer normal.
Along with mutations, this brought enhanced senses, strength, sight, smell. It made them twice as dangerous. The island dogs, had no idea. On said island, the dogs lived, survived, and grew together, a few scuffles here and there, but no real problems. They were safe, and all were fairly content. That is, until hurricane Isaac.
The storm hit the island, as a category 5, it was the strongest it gets. It actually pushed the island towards the mainland, easily within swimming distance, five years after they had been exiled. Some more brave dogs, went to shore, swimming powerfully there. What they found, was horrific to them.
The mutated dogs, suspicious and cautious, greeted these dogs easily enough, welcoming to their home, offering shelter and food. The island dogs, however, were horrified. What had happened to their kin?! The disgusted dogs left the mainland to make their report to the alpha, describing what had once been their homes.
The island dogs panicked at the thought of these strange creatures. They could infect them, or kill them. It wasn’t a safe place to be. When the mutated canines came to investigate the island, they were greeted with teeth, anger, and fear. The slaughter of the three ambassadors, is what started it.
The deaths of the dogs, was a blow, one that ignited an anger of the mutants. The alpha of the mutant dogs, called a truce meeting, before any actual fighting started. He tried to argue out that there was nothing wrong with them, but the alpha of the island, saw it differently.
He would not bow his head to a mutant that sought to only find out more information, and to take their prey. The other alpha was offended, and told him otherwise.
The truce was dissolved, and the first battle started. The war between the two packs, was quickly escalating to involve any dog that wandered to either pack. The island pack taking in the normal, and the other pack taking in the disfigured.
A third pack formed, two years after the island reconnected. A haven for those that did not wish to fight, where both types of dogs were welcome. A place to be protected. The war still wages on, ten years after humans have died.
Who will you side with?
The Maceio ?
The Souta ?
The Kourse?
- A new site
- Alpha auditions going on right now
- A store
- A site wide plot, with availability for users to make their own as well.
- Staff auditions soon
- A low word count requirement
- Wild canines allowed as well
- Mutations allowed
- Friendly atmosphere
Green Jasper
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