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Wolf: "The History"

The small creatures watched as their parents stood in the dens mouth, scenting the air as they searched for scents, a sign of danger that would call for them to remain with their litter.
Finding nothing on the still air they nodded to the guard and left, heading out on the hunt and leaving all others behind.

A small scrap of silver fur instantly spun and bounded over to a corner of the stone den, the others following close behind and chatting amongst themselves as they surrounded the larger, apparently sleeping form.
He stirred and gave a snort as one of the pups licked his ear and the others attacked his tail, knowing full well that this would wake him.
“What do ya horrors want?” he growled affectionately as he raised his grizzled head and lightly buffeted the pup that clung tight to his ear. Brown eyes flicked across the litter as they bounded together and sat in a row, watching him intently.

“Story please!” yipped one, starting a chorus of agreement from the others. A smile spread across his greying muzzle as he gently knocked away the persistent pup who seemed to want to eat his ear and let his gaze flicker across them again.
Rolling onto his stomach the old wolf closed his eyes and rooted through his library of stories, myths and legends. “Very well.”
He muttered after a while and paused to wait for the yaps of joy to die down again.

“A story of this lands history. Bout time ya learned of it” he paused again to knock away the pup that had belly crawled towards him and was about to try and pounce at his ear again.


Stagerthorn had been a place of plenty for longer than any wolf could remember, gone were the times when it had been a barren land with no food to speak of, gone were the times when it was basically a larger version of Death Pass.
No wolf knew how the change had come about but in reality none really cared, after all….this was a paradise. In a manner of speaking.

See…though this land was one of plenty there was nothing to keep the wolves who lived there together. There was no pack; it was a land of lone wolves. A land containing hundreds of would-be alphas.
And this of course, led to war. For years the various would-be alphas had gavered followers around them and then fought against other groups who wanted to claim the territory for their own.
Wolves who had nothing to do with the groups were caught and slain, pups were killed because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the land was awash with blood.
None cared that practically all of the wolves around had been born in this paradise, none cared that their ancestors had lived together in peace as lone wolves. They just wanted the land for themselves.

Ratchet lands on the other hand was very different. Though this place contained every danger imaginable it also had more than enough to eat….and the dangers had bought its few wolves together so that a few small packs ran the place but never fought with each other.
They ‘watched’ in disgust as the wolves of Stagerthorn fought and killed each other to own a territory that belonged to no one. They were glad that Death Pass blocked their land from the land of the ‘savages’.
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Bloodlines -- Human vs Vampires: "New Blood"

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Since the dawn of time Vampires and Humans have coexisted in the weary treaties of predator and prey. For the longest time their relationship was akin to that betwixt lion and wildebeest, mongoose and snake, for, whilst the vampires were dependent upon them for food, the humans were equal desperate to remain alive.

It was only when such as guns appeared that this relationship began to change.

As mankind developed the Vampuric race began to come across greater levels of resistance than ever before, and, though they were easily able to withstand most of what their prey could throw at them in the early years, the sudden declaration of war upon their kind would prove to be too much for them to handle. Over a period of several yeas both races wee thrown together to fight for their right to exist in the largest war the planet had ever seen. Many lives were lost on both sides before the leaders of the races called a truce of sorts and drew back from the battlefield to attempt to rebuild their numbers and cultures from the ruins caused by the war. This soon proved to be a mammoth of a task for those involved, and it was centuries before either side could make any claim towards a return to their original splendors. But, once they had, the truce was destroyed with a second long battle; the very battle that still rages today in the form of minor scuffles and small attacks.

At last the vampire elders saw that if they did not make some attempt to change their ways they would un the risk of leading their race into permanent destruction, and some in a last bid to regain some kind of peace, the began to wean their race off of their natural savagery. They introduced animals and ‘tame’ humans as a food source, using the lack of older, more traditional vampires (most of whom had died in the battles and the journey through The Forest Of Lost Souls) to their advantage. With their race turned to this new way of life the elders set about trying to ease the enmity betwixt Vampires and Humans and bring about some kind of peace, but centuries of hate and distrust stood firm to make their task more difficult than it might have been.
Of course, some of the humans were more than willing to accept the call for peace and give their life long enemies the benefit of the doubt, but those who remembered what had come before were less inclined to believe the Vampires elders.

And then there were the Traditionals.

Such vampires were relatively few in number since the new ways were introduced, and most of those who remained were the veterans of the wars; vampires who had been around during what had come to be known as the Black Days. Many of these vampires despised the new ways and, though they followed them for the most part, they refused to entirely let go of the lives they used to have.
It was these vampires who continued to hunt for fresh, free prey and hold fast to the old ways that were now viewed with so much disgust by the younger vampires. It was the who kept the tensions too high for the desired peace to emerge.

But they were always tolerated by their own……………………..

Until Now.

After several long decades the Vampuric elders and leaders have grown tired of the stubbornness of the traditionals, and, having realized that they will never truly accept the new ways and that their desired peace can never appear whilst they remain, they have publicly declared all traditional vampires – even those who fought in the wars – a banished tribe. Following this unexpected decision was a decree that the Vampire race may treat the traditionals however they please as long as they get them out of the fort, and now the rest of the Vampires have begun to hunt down and drive out the traditionals that have always existed amongst them. Such that are found are chased well away from the fort by a mob of their own kind or simply killed in the bid to remove them from the new bloodlines of what is now coming to be called the Whitebloods.

But of course this new development in the Vampuric race and the conflict between Traditionals and the so called Whitebloods has not gone unnoticed by the Humans, and as the Vampires once solid culture begins to crumble in the drive towards a fresh start, it is only a matter of time before the Humans make their move.

Will anything of the Vampuric race remain when this bid for New Blood comes to an end?

Only time can tell.
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Fantasy: "The Gifted"

20 years ago, the scientific community made a discovery. They had actually created a chemical compound the would reverse global warming in the atmosphere, as well as restore the ozone. This amazing discovery was called the "Restoration project." The world celebrated on the day of its release into the air and all across the earth, a holiday was proclaimed. Everything was going exactly as planned; in the first few years, the temperature had dropped, sea levels dropped, and the polar ice caps began to form again. Everything was perfect...right?

Actually, while the world was celebrating, an epidemic hit cities and towns all over the world. What these scientists who were involved in the "restoration project" didn't know was the fact that the chemical compound had negative affects on people with certain DNA properties. People began to acquire strange symptoms that doctors couldn't explain. These "symptoms" were different abilities that some would find "mythical." Soon, these people with strange symptoms were called "gifted." Most of those of who didn't have these DNA properties became ill and later died. Soon, towns and even Cities were almost wiped clean of normal humans, while a small population of "gifted" survived.

Governments all across the globe thought that these "gifted," were endangering the, now small, population of humans. As a result, large machines called, "mashin" were released into the public to hunt down these "gifted" and exterminate them. These large mecha have massive amounts of weaponry along with and inferred eye that can tell the different heat levels between humans and “gifted” (“Gifted” tend to have a higher temperature). This poses a difficult and dangerous threat to those of the gifted who wish to hide in the fabric or society.
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