Post by Salem on Feb 5, 2014 21:02:37 GMT
It happened so very long ago when the Amartalos Maeror had first formed. Packs did not know much of them, for they were a pack who preferred seclusion. They held their secrets, and preferred to stay away from the rest of the groups.
Many found this curious, that such a pack didn't make themselves known. They began to send in wolves as spies to pick up more information upon them.
What they had gathered was a pack of misfits, of those who were damned. They were strange, they were different, with different ways of life. Not like any other pack. They claimed to have a purpose, while other packs didn't.
When the Maeror had found out other groups were spying on them, they were infuriated and released their true rage... They took many wolves as prisoners and raided many groups, at first it was simple little attacks where they only attacked a few then left, but eventually it became more brutal...
Maeror stood alone, their own army.. But as time passed, their numbers dwindled. They were a dying breed, for other packs slowly killed those who had any relation to the Amartalos Maeror.
But the pack as arisen once more with a burning rage, for not all of the Maeror blooded had been killed off... They are back once again, living up to their great descendants... All they can do is hope that history will not repeat itself.
"We are not just a pack. We are a family with an aim, a purpose. We have our own ways of life, our own traditions. We are like no other; we are a coven, a cult. And we could use someone like you..."
Many found this curious, that such a pack didn't make themselves known. They began to send in wolves as spies to pick up more information upon them.
What they had gathered was a pack of misfits, of those who were damned. They were strange, they were different, with different ways of life. Not like any other pack. They claimed to have a purpose, while other packs didn't.
When the Maeror had found out other groups were spying on them, they were infuriated and released their true rage... They took many wolves as prisoners and raided many groups, at first it was simple little attacks where they only attacked a few then left, but eventually it became more brutal...
Maeror stood alone, their own army.. But as time passed, their numbers dwindled. They were a dying breed, for other packs slowly killed those who had any relation to the Amartalos Maeror.
But the pack as arisen once more with a burning rage, for not all of the Maeror blooded had been killed off... They are back once again, living up to their great descendants... All they can do is hope that history will not repeat itself.
"We are not just a pack. We are a family with an aim, a purpose. We have our own ways of life, our own traditions. We are like no other; we are a coven, a cult. And we could use someone like you..."