Post by Admin on Jun 6, 2015 23:54:43 GMT -8
Over 2 centuries ago, war, illness, and strife killed all that was known of the human population. It was during this time that the wildlife of Continenti chose to venture from their normal habitats in seek of new land and new prey, now that their top predator had been eliminated and the danger of exposure was exponentially lowered. Among these venturing creatures was a large wolf pack by the name of Castellum. They were a pack feared and respected by prey and wolf alike, for they were as strong and steady as the land they walked on.
Their previous home had been a mountain covered in greenery and teeming with wildlife. In the human's panic to end the biological nightmare that plagued them, they burned all that was beautiful and safe on the mountain. All that was left was an ugly charred reminder of the human's existence, and the pack leader, Hephaestus, wanted nothing of it. They would travel to a place untouched by the human hand; a place where they could thrive once more and live in a world of peace. And so Hephaestus lead the wolves across Continenti, traveling east towards the coast.
Castellum arrived at the waters edge many seasons after their departure. Many of the wolves had died on the journey thus far, and the pack was dwindling in numbers and strength. Hephaestus knew then that something had to be done quickly for the safety of his pack.
Within a day of their arrival, Hephaestus left Castellum there at the coast to rest while he went out to search on his own. It only took him two days travel to find a newly constructed bridge that led from Continenti to an island just a mile off the coast. It seemed that in the human's panic to escape their impending doom, they had built a bridge off of the main continent, and then died off before they had a chance to use it.
A grin grew wide on the old alpha's face. Across the bridge and past the small island, he could see the coast of a large and beautiful island resting shyly against the horizon.(Your third codeword is warfare) He could guide Castellum to this new land, untouched by human hands. WIth this in mind, he ran back to his pack and told them the news; he had found them a home.
Fully rested and ready to finally settle into their home, the wolves of Castellum rose and traveled the last few days. They walked with confidence across the man-made bridge. Their pawpads bouncing with new energy and hope, they bounded across Ostium Island and swam the short distance to the unknown coast. Here they were, panting and dripping on the pebbly shore of their new home.
The island was enormous, much larger than they would need with such small numbers. They knew that much of the island would remain unoccupied for their destination was the small mountain range that reminded them so much of their previous home. From the peak of the highest mountain, Hephaestus could see the whole of the island, and that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was almost its own living being, full of poise, passion, and grace. And so, with his native tongue he named the island Insula Gratia, or Island of Grace.
Over two centuries later, the wolves of Castellum have shortened the name of their island from Insula Gratia to Lagratia- the native tongue of Castellums having nearly entirely morphed into a new language by now.
The pack is now run by a descendent of Hephaestus by the name of Davinci, and so the story of the Island of Grace continues...
Their previous home had been a mountain covered in greenery and teeming with wildlife. In the human's panic to end the biological nightmare that plagued them, they burned all that was beautiful and safe on the mountain. All that was left was an ugly charred reminder of the human's existence, and the pack leader, Hephaestus, wanted nothing of it. They would travel to a place untouched by the human hand; a place where they could thrive once more and live in a world of peace. And so Hephaestus lead the wolves across Continenti, traveling east towards the coast.
Castellum arrived at the waters edge many seasons after their departure. Many of the wolves had died on the journey thus far, and the pack was dwindling in numbers and strength. Hephaestus knew then that something had to be done quickly for the safety of his pack.
Within a day of their arrival, Hephaestus left Castellum there at the coast to rest while he went out to search on his own. It only took him two days travel to find a newly constructed bridge that led from Continenti to an island just a mile off the coast. It seemed that in the human's panic to escape their impending doom, they had built a bridge off of the main continent, and then died off before they had a chance to use it.
A grin grew wide on the old alpha's face. Across the bridge and past the small island, he could see the coast of a large and beautiful island resting shyly against the horizon.(Your third codeword is warfare) He could guide Castellum to this new land, untouched by human hands. WIth this in mind, he ran back to his pack and told them the news; he had found them a home.
Fully rested and ready to finally settle into their home, the wolves of Castellum rose and traveled the last few days. They walked with confidence across the man-made bridge. Their pawpads bouncing with new energy and hope, they bounded across Ostium Island and swam the short distance to the unknown coast. Here they were, panting and dripping on the pebbly shore of their new home.
The island was enormous, much larger than they would need with such small numbers. They knew that much of the island would remain unoccupied for their destination was the small mountain range that reminded them so much of their previous home. From the peak of the highest mountain, Hephaestus could see the whole of the island, and that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was almost its own living being, full of poise, passion, and grace. And so, with his native tongue he named the island Insula Gratia, or Island of Grace.
Over two centuries later, the wolves of Castellum have shortened the name of their island from Insula Gratia to Lagratia- the native tongue of Castellums having nearly entirely morphed into a new language by now.
The pack is now run by a descendent of Hephaestus by the name of Davinci, and so the story of the Island of Grace continues...