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Phalanxe
A group of wolflike creatures huddle around a blazing
fire, two males and a
female. The older male two speaks in a deep growling voice to the other male
wolf.. "Son, my tribe has been taken from me by evil. I would have fought
this evil, but I have spent the last years seeking you two, my children. You
were taken from me by this same evil." The fire blazes high and the sheds
more light on the three forms. The older male, the father of the other two
has still seems strong, but his silver fur is showing signs of his age. To
his right a young virile black wolven form. His thick fur makes him seem
extremely large in contrast to the bright flame. On the older wolves left
is
a female. Snow white fur covers her strong body and her face has an
attractive smile. All three of the creatures have a distinguishing mark, a
birthmark in the shape of the moon and the sun. The father has both and the
children each carry one. "The time has come to start a new tribe..."
the old
wolf sighs slightly and looks into the fire with a blank gaze ".. I have
become too old however, it wont be long before my wielding arms starts to
loose it's strength and my canines are growing dull." "Times have
changed..
and places also. We must change with them. There are many races worthy in
this town.... and many that are not." Silence creeps over the three forms
interupted only by the cackle of the fire.
The young male looks over to his father and speaks in the same low growling
voice, perhaps a little steadier than his fathers "I will lead the tribe
father, I will start a tribe for those worthy. No longer will we be forced
to share the pit with weaklings and evil." The father casts his gaze
from
the fire to his son and places his hand on his shoulder. A look of both
sadness and happiness crosses his face. "I know you will, son. I will
help
in anyway I can." Then a grin fills his face as he remembers back to
the
years when he was the highlord of his tribe. "And what fun we'll have".
The
female tilts her head back, looks up at the starry night and cackles loudly.
The other two howl and join in the cackling.