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Once upon a time, the lights danced in beautiful arrays of color, bending and shifting, iridescent and contrasting against the black, empty, moonless and starless sky. And these lights, they brushed gently against the snow below, a whole new spectrum of light created- And from this one wolf arose- Luna, with eyes crystal blue and a pelt as pure as the snow beneath her paws. She looked at the sky, the dancing lights, and slowly, a disc began to burn a silver-white light hue, an orb. Luna lifted her snout- And from her maw, the most beautiful of noises sprang forth, crying out to the auroras and what she decided to name the moon. And the lights continued, and Luna, who was only barely more than a pup, was soon joined. First by tens, then by hundreds. They ran away together, in separate groups, beginning to form groups, often where the number one rule was survival of the fittest. Luna too, ran away, growing quickly into a beautiful, strong young Alphess of a pack by the name of The Pack of Everlasting Song, or SongPack. The pack was in good shape, and had recently gained a second generation. Then, shadows began to cast them all in darkness. Ah, yes, Darkness, oh how it contrasted against their good, smart ways. Abbadon, his name was, led the Pack of Dire Darkness, or DarkPack. He reigned in the southwest, feared, often hated, but loyally followed, even if only half liked him. Of course, he didn't rule alone-- His brother Dolphus was his general, strategist, warden and... Brother. Soon, a war had began. Claws like stone swatted enemies down like flies, teeth of iron were locked in an awful showdown. It was an ugly tug-of-war-- To see who was most powerful. Then one sun, Luna accompanied the others on a spy mission, centered around the wolves of power. She studied Dolphus, the beautiful brute with a pelt of ebony, who wouldn't stand out in any way compared to the others, except he was in power, and a bit stronger. Unless you were the called the Mother of All Wolves. Luna saw
2/21/13
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