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 The Legend Of Caliber
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The Legend of Caliber
Long ago, in a far away land, two brothers were banished from their pack. The two wolves were dubbed, Caliber and Darrk. They had planned on attacking their alphas to call the pack their own, but were ratted out by a wolf who overheard their mission. The alphas, and their betas, ambushed the two brothers and banished them from their lands. Outnumbered, Caliber and Darrk retreated.
During their travels, they came across these lands. Unihabited by any other wolven, they claimed these lands as their own. And with time, other lone wolves came upon their lands. They seeked refuge and company. Soon Caliber and Darrk were alphas of large pack.
Tension grew between members of the pack, for there were clashing alignments. But the biggest clash was between the alphas.
Caliber was a dark wolf, but with age he grew wise. With his knowledge he grew to tolerate all alignments of wolves. The light and neutral wolves looked up to him and seeked him for guidance. They started to look at him as the sole alpha of the pack.
Darrk on the other hand was a monster; his named lived up to his alignment. He despised any wolf that didn't wake up in the morning craving the crimson liquid that kept the living alive. However underneathe his rage, was a mind of brilliance. Caliber, as wise as he was even envied Darrk's mind; he knew how strong Darrk could be if he learned how to channel his power. But Darrk himself wasn't strong enough to control such a brilliant mind. Every day he grew more psychoatic and crazed. A lust for power embodied his way of thought.
The darker wolves of the pack believed Darrk to be incarnate of the Devil himself. They worshiped his darkness. Darrk, soaking in his new power split up the pack and took with him all other evil. But that wasn't enough. He wanted everything. He and his pack planned to attack his brother and claimed all the land their own.
Caliber knew how Darrk thought; he could sense an attack brewing. He knew that without help, they would fall under Darrk's power. Caliber sent 3 of his strongest Warriors to distant lands to find alliances. But weeks passed and his warriors nevered returned. Caliber gave up. He told his pack to be ready to fight, even though he knew they would be outnumbered.
The day of the attack was like any other day. A light mist wisped through the calley while the pack was having their afternoon snooze. Suddenly, they were ambushed. Caliber's pack was clearly out numbered and they had nowhere to run. Many became too weak to fight back and many were even killed. In the midst of the battle, Caliber and Darrk were fighting to the death. Even thought Caliber was larger and stronger than Darrk, the hits were more destructive to Caliber. The more Darrk was beaten, the more crazed he'd get. He was enjoying ever minute of this.
Caliber fell. Just as Darrk was about to go in for the final kill, he was jumped by Caliber's three warriors he sent to find alliances. Caliber stumbled to his feet and watched as an army of wolves thundered into the battle arena. Darrk was killed, and the rest of his clan retreated.
The battle was done and the mist cleared.
However, Caliber's clan took the hit too. Caliber was beaten badly and was losing blood fast. He passed by nightfall. In memory of Caliber's greatness his pack named the lands after their great leader.
A few years passed since the great battle of Caliber and Darrk and two new wolves have staked their claim upon these lands. Brother and Sister, Amistad and Siran. Amistad claimed the North calling it Shadrah. Then there was Siran to the South with Skah.
Off to the west another land was claimed; the land of Darrk.
Before the battle of brothers, a wolf by the name of Saphira gave birth to a single pup. He was dubbed Deimos, son of Darrk. Just like his father, his mind was brilliant; but it was baracaded by foolish insanity.
Trying to live up to his father's name, he created not a pack but an alliance of the dark; the Darrk Clan. Only the wickedest wolves are allowed on his lands. He plans for one day to turn Caliber into a wasteland and cover it with a blanket of Darrkness..
Story copyrited to Jessie of Caliber and Dame of N.P. Remember, theft is a crime. This post has been edited by Mytuck on Nov 25 2008, 09:41 PM
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