Post by ko on Jul 26, 2009 8:03:46 GMT -5
enter our world.
new freeform, realistic wolf rpg. . .
it was five years ago. and i remember it as though it were yesterday, for it haunts not only my dreams; but my waking moments, too.
it was a summer's day, and the dry season had long ago begun. water was rare and beloved, and for some strange reason, the humans who took their picnics upon our land hadn't come. in fact, none of us wolves had seen a human in months. but i was young at this stage, adventurous and curious in my youth. so i traveled with a friend to the outskirts of the human city, for which we no longer have a name. my companion, Maika, was immediately repulsed when we entered the city, for the scent of sickness and disease was everywhere. she was jumpy, and nervous, but she stuck with me. we reached a white building, and it was filled with humans, all rushing in, and screaming. i knew a few human words, and i picked up ' disease', 'virus', and 'death'. but what did i know of the first two?
all of a sudden, the hundreds of shouting humans, clambering to get into this white, clean-smelling building, fell to the ground, unmoving and cold. unknown to me then, they'd been shot by other humans.
i know, now, the reason for this - those humans were diseased, with a virus never before seen on earth. i believe all humans are now extinct; though i haven't searched to prove this. i never told another soul about the virus - i don't know why. perhaps i feared the wolven world would explode into chaos, as the human's world had; perhaps it was something deeper. all packs have their suspicions on why there are no humans: all are, i suppose, half-right, but hopefully, the full truth will never come out. luckily, those bodies infected with the virus disintegrated extraordinarily fast, and so no explanation was really needed.
what will happen to the world i grew up in, though? i'm old now, and on my deathbed as i speak. Maika is long dead, and so are the wolves with whom i used to converse. i am the oldest wolf of the pack - perhaps, even, of all the four packs. i fear, though, that this virus will seep into the corners of my world, and kill off the wolves. will this happen? hopefully not. but i will, unfortunately, never know. my life span is short - perhaps one hour, or two.
oh, what a dangerous, beautiful world we belong to.
new freeform, realistic wolf rpg. . .
it was five years ago. and i remember it as though it were yesterday, for it haunts not only my dreams; but my waking moments, too.
it was a summer's day, and the dry season had long ago begun. water was rare and beloved, and for some strange reason, the humans who took their picnics upon our land hadn't come. in fact, none of us wolves had seen a human in months. but i was young at this stage, adventurous and curious in my youth. so i traveled with a friend to the outskirts of the human city, for which we no longer have a name. my companion, Maika, was immediately repulsed when we entered the city, for the scent of sickness and disease was everywhere. she was jumpy, and nervous, but she stuck with me. we reached a white building, and it was filled with humans, all rushing in, and screaming. i knew a few human words, and i picked up ' disease', 'virus', and 'death'. but what did i know of the first two?
all of a sudden, the hundreds of shouting humans, clambering to get into this white, clean-smelling building, fell to the ground, unmoving and cold. unknown to me then, they'd been shot by other humans.
i know, now, the reason for this - those humans were diseased, with a virus never before seen on earth. i believe all humans are now extinct; though i haven't searched to prove this. i never told another soul about the virus - i don't know why. perhaps i feared the wolven world would explode into chaos, as the human's world had; perhaps it was something deeper. all packs have their suspicions on why there are no humans: all are, i suppose, half-right, but hopefully, the full truth will never come out. luckily, those bodies infected with the virus disintegrated extraordinarily fast, and so no explanation was really needed.
what will happen to the world i grew up in, though? i'm old now, and on my deathbed as i speak. Maika is long dead, and so are the wolves with whom i used to converse. i am the oldest wolf of the pack - perhaps, even, of all the four packs. i fear, though, that this virus will seep into the corners of my world, and kill off the wolves. will this happen? hopefully not. but i will, unfortunately, never know. my life span is short - perhaps one hour, or two.
oh, what a dangerous, beautiful world we belong to.