The Pack Of Storm

The past is something so many forget... does anyone ask what happened before? What happened before packs? It seems nay, history is forgotten to be left for the dead. I say this, as the last wolf who knows what happened. I am the last wolf that remembers all.

Long long ago, before packs existed, before the trees you see were seeds, before all. Life was simple, all creatures lived alone in an isolated enclosed, all animals did as they pleased with no thought for anything around them. The order was decided on strength, and strength alone. Yet, as the generations past, all started to evolve and become aware. With this new order, came humans. The first creature to pick up a rock and throw it, but of all, the first to tame others. They came to the wolves with rocks and food, they used the wolves to help hunt, did they care for these creatures? Nay, wolves were a tool for them to expand. This lead to the Great Splintering in which the wolves split, many left the humans and fled to the wild, while others stayed and grew to be dogs, pets content only to be beside a greater force. Those who chose the wild path now had a different order, no longer could one survive staying alone and packs were formed. Now a new world order was formed.. but apart from that- The Great Splintering had killed many and now spirits collected in the mortal world, wandering with no place of their own. This is the first time that the wisps appeared, no one knows what they are- if they can think, if they are being controlled, if they are even alive. These wisps come and collect the spirits, taking them to the dreamland. Another world only able to be accessed through one's dreams. The spirits there took on anew and became the Cnitharian wolves, the rarest and most unusual of the wolves. There lunar energy started to build up and it became a wonderous world, filled with mystery and beauty. However... nothing stays good forever, the dreamland changed.. to something. Pups- seemed to start wandering yet... they weren't pups. Not only did they look unnatural but they changed around those around them, were they illusions? Could they change the dreamland? Though soon, they'd be suppressed like all other history, does anyone even hear of the name 'nightmare' anymore?

The Pack of Storm

Packs were not perfect.. soon wolves became obsessed with domination over others and the entire pack order was made to put wolves into a hierarchy. This hierarchy was very unfair, all built upon oppression of lower wolves. Wolves would often split off and become loners, but eventually, a pack formed- one not built on the order. The packs around soon feared this new pack, their entire order could be changed, they couldn't let that happen. So they attacked the pack and killed all but one without mercy.... that one was me. I escaped and hid away for most of my life, I trained relentlessly and become one of the strongest wolves. Now, I guide others to form new packs... though always have I wanted one to rebuild the pack that was torn away from me so long ago. I saw many in my quest, but I saw it in their eyes- they wanted something different, it wasn't my choice to force them from that. Then one day I met a wolf named Storm Striker, he had determination in his eyes, I talked to him. He came from a terrible backstory, yet had so much determination in him, all hating the social hierarchy. This was the one, I could see it. He could rebuild what they tore down so long ago. So I taught him all I knew and sent him on his way... I look back now and see how that pack has grown. He has often taken in wolves from the trade center who were abandoned there. I watch his pack grow and now I see the truth, that he is the one meant to rebuild all they tore down. I am unaware of what those nightmares are, I'm unaware if wolves will ever glance back to their history again, but I do know one thing. Perhaps, just perhaps, this wolf may lead the next step, to the new era.



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"No." The figure stood as he chuckled a bit "He will fall, just like the others." They turned to face the black wolf. "Your caught up in your own delusions, that pack was killed for a reason. If I have to, I'll tear this one down as well." She let out a growl. "You don't understand, we need a pack like this, I know he is the one." They narrowed their eyes at her, "It wasn't them alone." They chuckled and rose again, walking to the entrance of the cave. "What do you mean it wasn't them alone?" She questioned. "Those nightmares... surely you remember them?" She paused, "Yes of course I do?" She gave a confused look to the figure. "Oh... you'll see. They won't just sit by and watch." They let out a laugh. "What?" She was confused, they had never brought this up before. "Nevermind... well, I believe it's quite time for me to leave." They gave another small chuckle before padding out of the den, "Also... maybe you should tell him not to get too into his dreams." They added as they left. She gave a worried glance, what do they mean they won't stand by and watch..?