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"I ᴀᴍ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ,"
"Sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ 'ɴ ᴍᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs."
Ever since it’s creation, our little pack has always been safe and peaceful. High up here in the mountains,
cradled and protected by these ancient rocky giants and the cold that comes with them, few outsiders ever
dared to get close. Food was plentiful, our Alphas were kind and forgiving, and everyone regarded each other
not just as packmates, but as family.
Then… he came.
A cold, vicious, and power hungry brute, leading a band of equally merciless rogues. He did not fear the high
altitudes of our home and laughed at the mountains’ looming shadows as if they were the shadows of mere
children. He saw what we had - our land, our food, our fortress - and he wanted it for himself. So he broke
through our borders with his ruthless followers and seized our peaceful land.
We had never known enemies like this before and didn’t know what to do. Our subordinates did their best to
defend our home, but they were frightened and inexperienced. The vicious rogue and his followers had no
trouble fighting us off and destroying whatever was in their path. Many of the deaths weren’t even necessary;
we posed no real threat to them. He just wanted to intimidate us, show us what he was capable of.
Our Alphas were killed and our already small numbers were thinned to nearly nothing; just a handful of survivors.
The vicious rogue took us, took our land, and claimed us as his King. His followers - the murderers of our loved
ones - were merged with our ranks. He even gave us new ranks, along with new laws and a new system dependent
on status. Before, we were simply subordinates under two Alphas. Now we were knights, huntsmen, medics, and
servants. He, of course, appointed his wolves as the highest ranks, further tightening his iron grip of fear on us.
It’s been some time now since that brute took hold of us. With few other options, we’ve had no choice but to
adapt and accept the new order. However… Behind the backs of our wrongdoers, in whispers we pray they can’t
hear, some are speaking of an uprising… a rebellion to take back what’s ours.
Where do you stand?
Do you faithfully serve him? Do you cower in the shadows, simply wanting to stay out of trouble? Or do you wish
to join the fight and bring his tyranny to an end?
The choice is yours.
"Sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ 'ɴ ᴍᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs."
Ever since it’s creation, our little pack has always been safe and peaceful. High up here in the mountains,
cradled and protected by these ancient rocky giants and the cold that comes with them, few outsiders ever
dared to get close. Food was plentiful, our Alphas were kind and forgiving, and everyone regarded each other
not just as packmates, but as family.
Then… he came.
A cold, vicious, and power hungry brute, leading a band of equally merciless rogues. He did not fear the high
altitudes of our home and laughed at the mountains’ looming shadows as if they were the shadows of mere
children. He saw what we had - our land, our food, our fortress - and he wanted it for himself. So he broke
through our borders with his ruthless followers and seized our peaceful land.
We had never known enemies like this before and didn’t know what to do. Our subordinates did their best to
defend our home, but they were frightened and inexperienced. The vicious rogue and his followers had no
trouble fighting us off and destroying whatever was in their path. Many of the deaths weren’t even necessary;
we posed no real threat to them. He just wanted to intimidate us, show us what he was capable of.
Our Alphas were killed and our already small numbers were thinned to nearly nothing; just a handful of survivors.
The vicious rogue took us, took our land, and claimed us as his King. His followers - the murderers of our loved
ones - were merged with our ranks. He even gave us new ranks, along with new laws and a new system dependent
on status. Before, we were simply subordinates under two Alphas. Now we were knights, huntsmen, medics, and
servants. He, of course, appointed his wolves as the highest ranks, further tightening his iron grip of fear on us.
It’s been some time now since that brute took hold of us. With few other options, we’ve had no choice but to
adapt and accept the new order. However… Behind the backs of our wrongdoers, in whispers we pray they can’t
hear, some are speaking of an uprising… a rebellion to take back what’s ours.
Where do you stand?
Do you faithfully serve him? Do you cower in the shadows, simply wanting to stay out of trouble? Or do you wish
to join the fight and bring his tyranny to an end?
The choice is yours.
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