Defenders of Anteer(On-Tear)
A tiny pup wanders around the darkness of a cave as its mother hunts for a meal. Its little whimpers can be heard in the depths of the cave it sit in until it’s old enough to see the real world. The little pup nips at the ear of its father and says, “I wanna hear stories!” The male, being in his elder years lets out a large yawn and looks down at the pup saying “All right, I will tell you the story of how our kind got started on out path to victory over the Sorith” The little pup squeaked and bounced around, finally sitting down to hear the story told.
"Long ago, wolves’ known as the Isnaroh (Is-na-row) were being hunted to extinction. Their pelts resembled wild cats such as panthers, tigers, leopards, cheetahs or a mix of all. Their beautiful colored pelts fetched high prices on the market, and even more on the black. Not to mention they were easier to kill then the large cats they resembled. It all was happening in a land called Anteer. "
The pup tilted its head saying “that’s here right!” stomping its foot on the ground as if to emphasize what it was saying. The male gave a slight nod and continued.
"Over times these wolves began adapting to survive, they grew horns and antlers of all types, and their tails grew longer, or shorter depending where they were. The wolves became more intelligent, and began wearing trinkets and items to discern them from the other wolves. They also began forming tribes, of thirty or more! At the center of it all of the carnage was one pure Black Panther colored male Isnaroh named Dacal (Duh-Call)."
“Deeeh…caaal?” the pup said questionably. The Male gave a brisk nod and resumed his story.
"Dacal was working on an army of battle trained Isnaroh that would work together to wipe out the humans, and eventually succeeded. But the triumph came with its perils. The humans, in a desperate decision to try and save their lives created the Sorith (Sore-Reh-th), a race of elk, which were bred to have tougher hides, saber like fangs and intellect to match that of our kind!"
The pup whimpered at the thought of encountering one of these elk, the male sighed as he continued saying
” Blood is everywhere, perils and danger around every corner. Now, the Sorith, without the scourge or guidance of humans are constantly at war with us, trying reach an agreement, or wipe one or the other out completely. We strive to live while they strive to destroy.”
At this the story was at its end. The pup gave a yawn and curled up by the elders side, its tiny paws beginning to twitch as it dreamed. The elder male stared out of the cave at the setting sun and wondered; what was in their future? Would they Survive the war with the Sorith if it continued on the path its on? Finally the Wolf set its head down to rest, the night strong and the sounds of the Isnarohs howls filling the air.
A tiny pup wanders around the darkness of a cave as its mother hunts for a meal. Its little whimpers can be heard in the depths of the cave it sit in until it’s old enough to see the real world. The little pup nips at the ear of its father and says, “I wanna hear stories!” The male, being in his elder years lets out a large yawn and looks down at the pup saying “All right, I will tell you the story of how our kind got started on out path to victory over the Sorith” The little pup squeaked and bounced around, finally sitting down to hear the story told.
"Long ago, wolves’ known as the Isnaroh (Is-na-row) were being hunted to extinction. Their pelts resembled wild cats such as panthers, tigers, leopards, cheetahs or a mix of all. Their beautiful colored pelts fetched high prices on the market, and even more on the black. Not to mention they were easier to kill then the large cats they resembled. It all was happening in a land called Anteer. "
The pup tilted its head saying “that’s here right!” stomping its foot on the ground as if to emphasize what it was saying. The male gave a slight nod and continued.
"Over times these wolves began adapting to survive, they grew horns and antlers of all types, and their tails grew longer, or shorter depending where they were. The wolves became more intelligent, and began wearing trinkets and items to discern them from the other wolves. They also began forming tribes, of thirty or more! At the center of it all of the carnage was one pure Black Panther colored male Isnaroh named Dacal (Duh-Call)."
“Deeeh…caaal?” the pup said questionably. The Male gave a brisk nod and resumed his story.
"Dacal was working on an army of battle trained Isnaroh that would work together to wipe out the humans, and eventually succeeded. But the triumph came with its perils. The humans, in a desperate decision to try and save their lives created the Sorith (Sore-Reh-th), a race of elk, which were bred to have tougher hides, saber like fangs and intellect to match that of our kind!"
The pup whimpered at the thought of encountering one of these elk, the male sighed as he continued saying
” Blood is everywhere, perils and danger around every corner. Now, the Sorith, without the scourge or guidance of humans are constantly at war with us, trying reach an agreement, or wipe one or the other out completely. We strive to live while they strive to destroy.”
At this the story was at its end. The pup gave a yawn and curled up by the elders side, its tiny paws beginning to twitch as it dreamed. The elder male stared out of the cave at the setting sun and wondered; what was in their future? Would they Survive the war with the Sorith if it continued on the path its on? Finally the Wolf set its head down to rest, the night strong and the sounds of the Isnarohs howls filling the air.
