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[wild H E A R T]

Necromancer's Dance with a Marionette
'what possesion can you handle?'

Our start came from one lonely god. Bane. He lay in an empty abyss for more then a thousand years, enjoying his freedom, but in vain. He had no purpose for it, until he made her. Celestial. A she wolf, immortal, and said to be the most purest of whites the world could ever see. She was given tall and powerful wings, each feathered thickly and strong. She was beautiful, something of a dream, if our minds could ever make such an image. She ran with peace and love in her heart for any other creature she met. But none were like her, and though Bane spent as much time as he could at her side, he knew he had to protect and watch over the rest of the world. His love for her eventually led to the creation of another wolf. A male, meant only to walk as a brother with her, be her protector and provider for the litters she would soon have with Bane's blessing that would populate the world.

But Doverex was nothing like our Celestial. He was dark as the night, his eyes a strange piercing blood like color, his wings resembled bones more then wings. Random black feathers hanging from the strange appendages. He was greedy, lustful, and too easily tempted by his own powers. And it wasn't long before his duty to watch out for the beautiful she wolf soon turned into his constant flirting, his rough affection, and his many attempts to seduce her. But she too was in love with her creator, though it was never spoken to the world, Doverex knew this. He was enraged when she constantly refused him. In the darkness of night, when the beautiful she wolf walked through the river of the earth, he came upon her. Forcing her, and creating the first impure litter of the world. Bane, enraged by the blood that traveled the waters, and the captured soul of his Celestial, chased Doverex around the world, trying to rescue her.

Many wolves still claim to see the two massive black wolves in the dark of night. But in recent days, reports of the twisted being called Doverex are becoming more and more common. A pack, known only as Grim, have become more secluded and dark. The wolves seem distraught, or possessed by worry, fear, or anger. Some are strong, with abilities that were obviously not there before. Bane is still present in our world, but no one ever expected to see Doverex again. But with these tales of him, many wolves have gone missing. Tales of them are becoming more and more gruesome. We pray that Bane understands, and knows our anguish. But only time will tell, can we be saved, or will we become another of Doverex's Marionettes.

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