Wolves of Anarchy
Aug 11, 2017 16:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Thunder on Aug 11, 2017 16:13:36 GMT -5
Closing her eyes, the figure in the opening turned her back until she was a shadow against the moonlight beyond. The light floated in through the collapsing frame of the doorway. It illuminated off of her soft pelt. The figure was fairly young, with a mane of sleek black fur and eyes that resembled the vivid green of a forest floor. That is, it would have in their previous world. The world that she now lived in was one of a collapsing society, the wooded areas and forests burned to nothing, leaving behind fields of black, charred remains. The wooden, brick and concrete structures of the two-legged creatures were all that remained in this cold world. Their society had collapsed due to a horrid disease, causing chaos and mayhem to break out. Eventually, they destroyed themselves, using wolves as a last ditch effort to survive. Wolves were mutated, tested and slaughtered until they became as rare as the sun, hidden behind thick clouds. Now, nothing remains of the human world. Only collapsing structures and fields of bones, scattered across the plains of Earth. The wolves, however, weren't killed off. Instead, they had in fact, become the great beasts that eluded the last of mankind, finishing them off for themselves. Despite their now thriving society of modified canines, few of these were actually purebreds. Many had been mutated, rendering their limbs useless or melting their skin and warping it. They had become a horrible disfigured species, their genetics forever ruptured and damaged beyond repair. However, no matter how bad their genes had become, they appeared to evolve and take to their new habitat rather well. Spread across the deserted terrain of ash and graves were large clusters of packs of these wolves. They were highly intelligent beings, now free to roam the world as they pleased. However smart they were, they were also a breed of strength and vengeance. Too many of their kin had been experimented on and killed at the hands of man.
One of the largest packs was located in the center of one of the coldest regions on Earth, a place called Dublith. Dublith was an island to the East of the United States, never claimed by anyone, though was the main base for experiments and transmutations. America held a military base there, once upon a time. The militant base was transferred over once funding for the Lupine Experiments began. Once that was in full swing, the island was shut down after caging the beasts on it's land. The whereabouts of the island, along with its existence, remained entirely secret. After the states fell to anarchy, the remaining wolves who were capable of fighting, rebelled and took over the island. Soon after, the rest on mankind fell. The alpha of the Dublith pack, Makkachin, was widely respected and known throughout all the packs across the world, no matter how wide spread the land between them was. He was a powerful canine, though was one of the few at the time who had yet to undergo any transmutations. However, he had been experimented on time and time again, until his entire lower jaw had been replaced with metal plates and sharp, metal shards for lower teeth. His growl was menacing and mechanical, though that was it. Makkachin was still widely respected as a wolf. As years went by, his pack grew and thrived. It had come to light that there was a rebellion starting in the lower ranks, tracing back to two females, Maiken and Rudee, both menacing and dangerous. Before the revolt could take place, Makkachin confronted them. As an aftermath, Maiken was banished and Rudee was never to be seen, again.
Two years had rolled by since then and both females were thought to be dead. The packs to the west of Dublith were far more feral than those on the island. They wouldn't take well to newcomers, surely Maiken was dead, and the two could only survive together. However, Maiken was far from dead. In fact, she was very much alive, and leader of the most corrupt pack in the west, located in the heart of Rona, a once heavily populated town. Now mind you, Maiken wasn't at all violent. Not to begin with. She was a gentle creature, and not a direct victim of any transmutations. She was, however, the offspring of one. Had she not been wronged the gentle and respected Makkachin, she may never have resorted to treason. Her sister, a gentle spirit with a ginger pelt and soft, brown eyes had fallen for the deputy of a Feral pack. She committed the ultimate taboo, bearing the child of a Feral. Upon committing such crimes, she was sentenced to immediate execution and was killed. Maiken, distraught over the death of her sister, swore to avenge her death and kill Makkachin, taking over the pack once and for all.
In the new world, there are two types of wolves. The Purebloods, and the Ferals. Those who were pure were ones born from the modified canines. Far more intelligent and understanding of order. The Feral packs were not modified, nor were they born from one. They weren't controlled by the laws set by the Purebloods. They were lethal and bloodthirsty. Dangerous. Packs of Feral's were forever warring against those of the Purebloods. However, under Maiken's control was indeed a pack of Feral's. One would think that she had never been born a Pureblood.
Footsteps crunched along the shards of glass behind her, and the wolf of a sleek black pelt turned, vivid green eyes adjusting to the darkness of the collapsing structure behind her. A dark figure came into view. Scars curled from the corners of the wolf's lips, showing nothing but bare muscles that curled into a wretched smile. The skin around it's lips were gone, showing all of its sharp teeth, always in a constant smile. Fur a matted black, not as sleek as Maiken's, though still shared the similar, feral beauty. The fur around the toes and feet of the other female didn't exist, only scars and burned skin, her eyes a deep crimson. Maiken still held her regal looks. Proud, long fur and long, sharp claws that looked like talons. Her teeth were long and reinforced by steel, much like any other Pureblood. However, the Feral wolf was no Feral. "Maiken," the rough voice cut through the still, muggy air of the night. "The troops are ready, just waiting for your order."
Maiken lashed her tail, nodding at the mangy female with the scars. "Well then," she hummed in a silky voice. "It seems it's time to go. What do you say, Rudee?"
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Short, I know, but I guess this is more of an intro. Sort of choppy, but I didn't really know exactly what I wanted to type, so I just kind of went with it lol
We did get a demo simulator-like thing, too