Post by Ghost on Oct 17, 2008 17:47:49 GMT -5
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Chapter 1: Sun, Noon, and Night[/center]
The Beginning
Three pups were born on different days, of different years, at different times, with goals so very similar, yet so very divers. The only thing these three had in common was that their destinies were entwined. It was only a matter of time before Fate bared her fangs.
The First Meeting
"Oh, um… sorry about that..." The white pup of perhaps 2 year of age said as he stood. He had been playing hide-and-seek with his friend, running to find a place to hide and wasn't paying attention when he ran head first into another wolf. Looking up he immediately noticed that it was a she-wolf. She smiled at him kindly, responding in a gentle voice. "It's quite alright. These things happen. I'm Naomi, by the way." The little Mexican Wolf introduced herself, taking in the White wolf standing before her. The young brute smiled back. She was stunning. "I am Cavaliere. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." He replied. "Ready or Not!" A loud voice called, capturing the white pup's attention. "Umm… I sorry, I gotta go. See you around, Naomi!" He called and raced off through the crowd of adults, hoping to get away before his friend found him.
The Second Meeting
Young yearling femme pranced happily through the meadow with her friends. It was a hot summer day and her pack had been merged with this one for about a week now and she was just starting to get accustomed to it and make friends. The Mexican wolf closed her eyes and let the wind blow through her fur until, "Whoa!" She yelled before her body hit the ground with a soft thud. She looked up to see what she had tripped on and came face to face with a large, unhappy looking Russian wolf. "Watch where you're going." He stated coldly. "Oh… sorry… I didn't mean to, really I didn't." The fem said, scrambling to her feet. "I'm Naomi." She stated with a bow. "Tch. Did I ask for your name?" He replied icily. Naomi merely smiled and tilted her head as if she didn't hear his last statement. "Well, aren't you gonna give me your name?" She asked sweetly. The Russian lupine scowled and stared off it a different direction. "Acrebus." He stated half-heartedly. "Come on, Naomi, we were in the middle of a game!" One of her forgotten friends called. Naomi smiled to the young stud. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll see you around then, ne?" It was more of a statement as she bounded off to rejoin her friends. The ebony lobo stood where he was, thunderstruck. Naomi. She was beautiful...
The Problem
The young wolves had fallen deep into the most difficult thing in world to get out of. Love was never known to be kind and to this these three, she snarled down upon with fangs of rage and betrayal.
As the boys became closer to Naomi, their friendship began to disappear. They were blinded by the lustful appeal of love and could not see what was oh so silently sneaking up on them. Cavaliere and Acrebus began to clash and fight on the days they would argue. Acrebus, being the bigger of the two, normally won. That was causing trouble in the pack hierarchy, with Cavaliere being the alpha male's heir. Blood became and everyday fact for Acrebus. Naomi tried to stop the two, but nothing she did seemed to work. To the Russian, he was fighting desperately to win over the one he loves, but to the pack he was loosing his mind. There were those who followed him, but not many in this pack. Eventually the alpha began to fear for his son's life and Acrebus was exiled from the pack and forced to leave, but with his final word to his ex-pack, Acrebus swore that he would take control of all the land one day and win the young Naomi's heart. Cavaliere vowed in return to follow him throughout time and keep him from the goal he believed would bring doom upon the world. Both boys set out, each to a separate direction, but always they met along the road and always the fought. Soon after, Naomi left, gathering with her a small group who wanted nothing more that to stop the fighting all together. The fighting didn't stop after that though, even after the death of the originals, they had taught their children well and the war continues to this day, almost 13 generations later, being fought by the descendants of Naomi, Cavaliere, and Acrebus.
The darks will not stop until they have claimed everything, the lights will not stop until the darks are put in their place, and the neutral will not stop until the fighting does. Who will you choose to follow in this battle where the looser pays with their life?
Ending Credits
Copy Rights
- Outline for Plot © Leader of Lost Souls
- Story © Nightchild
- Idea © Storm_Fury, Shi, Nightchild
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