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In the shadowed forests of Mackthor there dwell a species unlike any other. A mixture of a ram, deer, and some sort of canine, they are as fierce and powerful as they appear. For millenia's they have been living as Factions. Each group with its own leader, beliefs, and way of life. However a problem has arisen. The factions are each becoming unsettled, whispers of deceit and ill intentions slip through the Daeet population. War seems inevitable, of the four factions the three smaller ones have joined into a tense and uneasy alliance, in a bid to destroy the largest Faction and claim more territory for themselves. Will they succumb to the pressure to fight? Or will a small band of Daeet's rise above the malice and violence, and attempt to quell the stirrings of rebellion and bring about peace?
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Cloaked by the shadows of night a Daeet male ran silently across the earth, his paws brushing almost noiselessly against the soft earth cover of leaves and dirt. Every muscle in his body ached but he pushed himself forward anyways. His mission could mean the life or death of many of his kinsmen, and he was determined to see his task completed correctly. Though it felt like an eternity he finally reached the designated point, huffing and panting, his sides heaving from exertion. But he had made it, and it was with great pride that he lifted his head to speak his message to the next silent courier. The one who sat atop a boulder with curious and patient eyes, waiting to hear what he should say to the next messenger along the path. "T-tell them that....the factions are stirring, dissent is inevitable and war may soon break out. The chosen six MUST be found!" the next messengers eyes widened in the darkness, but he nodded his head in affirmation and whirled around, racing off into the shadows with fantastic speed. And who wouldn't? With a message such as that no Daeet COULD hesitate in the least! And the panting Male knew that full well. The six had not been called upon since many, many generations ago. Long before his time. And the fact that they were needed now made him both anxious and sad, he had hoped to live a peaceful life like his forefathers, but instead he found himself immersed in the stirrings of war. Terrible times were afoot, and the whole of Mackthor would suffer before all was said and done.
In a time of Darkened Shadows.
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Cloaked by the shadows of night a Daeet male ran silently across the earth, his paws brushing almost noiselessly against the soft earth cover of leaves and dirt. Every muscle in his body ached but he pushed himself forward anyways. His mission could mean the life or death of many of his kinsmen, and he was determined to see his task completed correctly. Though it felt like an eternity he finally reached the designated point, huffing and panting, his sides heaving from exertion. But he had made it, and it was with great pride that he lifted his head to speak his message to the next silent courier. The one who sat atop a boulder with curious and patient eyes, waiting to hear what he should say to the next messenger along the path. "T-tell them that....the factions are stirring, dissent is inevitable and war may soon break out. The chosen six MUST be found!" the next messengers eyes widened in the darkness, but he nodded his head in affirmation and whirled around, racing off into the shadows with fantastic speed. And who wouldn't? With a message such as that no Daeet COULD hesitate in the least! And the panting Male knew that full well. The six had not been called upon since many, many generations ago. Long before his time. And the fact that they were needed now made him both anxious and sad, he had hoped to live a peaceful life like his forefathers, but instead he found himself immersed in the stirrings of war. Terrible times were afoot, and the whole of Mackthor would suffer before all was said and done.
In a time of Darkened Shadows.