A thousand years have passed since the time of human kind, their technology once advanced had become the very thing that destroyed them combined with a lethal dose of greed and power. Their monuments stand below the dirt covered with the grime of time, however, some still remain for us to puzzle over; just how did our world come to be and how was it that wolves were the ones that soon became the dominant race? We possess something the lesser animals have cometo fear while others hunger for it – magic. Some are stronger than others, some have become the last of their kind as far as the magic is concerned. Through the barren wastelands of the rotting desert of Del-Rey whose materials are slowly wasting away to the paradise of Paranor with their green trees and bountiful grass down to the frozen tundra of Arborlon, we wolves have our own Gods who protect us from that which would see us destroyed and we call them the Guardian's but we can't depend on them forever. While others try to make the world their kingdom others cannot allow this. This generation we fight for our tradition and some fight to make lifemore enjoyable.
and we make this world our hell;
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