Storyline/Plot

[Nahani]

Tarterus, a strong undivided pack. An alpha and his mate leading a large number of wolves, totaling to nearly forty individual wolves. He started small, it was just him and his mate, but there were others. They were drawn to his charisma, and ability to lead. Yet the alphess, she held a dark secret for many years while the pack grew strong. Conquering a large portion of land which would be the equivalent to four consecutive pack lands to accommodate all of the wolves thus began a golden age amidst them. Hostilities were low, prey was abundant and on the surface all wolves seemed loyal to the alpha pair. As the years past, the alpha learned of his lover’s dark secret, her infertility. The many years they had tried, the many failed attempts at her getting pregnant had all been for naught. There would be no future heirs for his pack, no one to withhold his legacy when he had perished. The alpha was growing older now, his old age and ailments catching up with him. There was tension within the pack now; many wolves held different views and outbreaks were more frequent. The alpha’s reign was slowly slipping from his grasp. He knew that if he appointed an heir within the pack, there would be separation, civil war. All of such things he wished to avoid.

He sought outside wolves, rogues, ones with potential to lead. He found one; the male’s name was Nahani. He promised him an end to all the chaos and the aging male saw within Nahani a trusted future son. Certainly he was no pup, yet the misguided old alpha did not see the treachery behind Nahani’s eyes. When he was accepted into the pack, it took not even a week before Nahani’s scheming came into play. For he had been amidst the other wolves, he had seen the turmoil in which the alpha refused to accept. He saw those with potential, he planted seeds of mutiny in the minds of those willing to usurp those still loyal to the old ways. Nahani struck in the dead of night, and in the morning the rivers ran red with blood. Royal alpha blood to be precise, he had murdered the reigning pair in their sleep. He was the catalyst that set in motion a series of events that were as dark as his heart. A civil war within the pack, those who were still loyal to the alpha rose up to defend their home but were quickly exiled into the southern end of the land. Those that would not retreat were executed. Nahani used the chaos to his advantage, quickly claiming leadership of those who had helped in aiding his plan, those who would remain loyal to him; the strongest of this new pack. And thus Ilahlari was created. Yet Nahani was no fool, he was careful to place his most trusted new allies amidst his own pack. Those who would question his judgment were still compensated, yet kept aside from his pack.

There he elected a leader to guard the buffering ground between him and the loyalist scum that would dare attempt to claim the land for their own. Brena’he was set in place, a land for those who might dare attempt to cross him. Yet no such wolf attempted. They fought off those who were still loyal to the original Taterus, enjoying their new found freedom quite content to live under the rule of Nahani. And thus he held two packs under his violent thumb, ready for an upcoming war that seemed to be just out of Nahani’s grasp.

With Tarterus destroyed those who were still loyal to the original alpha pair attempted to hold their own but were struck down by the chaos. Their own pack mates had turned on them, their brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers had turned their back on the old alpha and embraced the power hungry Nahani. They had held their own in the southern half of the land, knowing that if they were clever enough they would evade the iron fist of Nahani’s rule long enough to grow in numbers. As the land was so vast, the many raid attempts by their ex pack members had not been successful. And thus they were able to establish their own pack. Avalon they called it, there they successfully were able to repel many of Nahani’s attempts. As time passed, they grew in numbers, yet they were not nearly as strong as the many wolves that Ilahlari and Brena’he withheld. And there were loners, many wolves who would use the lands for purposes of hunting and their own desires that plagued the land as well. Many of the loyal troops of the original alpha were paranoid, not trusting those who would claim peace; they saw ulterior motives in the eyes of the loners, while some of them still had faith that not every wolf was a savage monster. Eventually, Avalon was split as well, becoming the pack of Dynsay and Crosul. Those who were exceptionally paranoid were set up in the buffering zone to face off against the immediate threat of Nahani’s pack, while those who were cunning, or merely understood that fighting for a corpse was pointless once the body had gone cold retreated into the very southern tip of the one great pack land.

Yet they were still surrounded by many different lands. Both packs knew the uncharted lands as those of the rogues, the blood thirsty loners. The pack members on either side tended to steer clear of the unknown, loners were usually unwelcome as they could be spies or even usurpers just as Nahani had been.

But there is a new fear, a new terror that whispers in the night. Long banished from the lands for their chaos, the Sins and Virtues, monsters created before the beginning of time, have found a way back into the mortal world. All it took was a wolf who wanted nothing more to do with this life or world and who was willing to sell their soul to the whisper in the wind and the Sins and Virtues were claiming mortal bodies; A tiny vile hanging around their throats, throbbing with the energy of the soul they absorbed to stay mortal, the only reminder of the chaos they ensue. They are choosing sides, the Sins siding with Nahani's chaotic world while the Virtues seek to help the rebels. All out war has begun.

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