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Post by Admin of MM on Jul 24, 2011 9:44:56 GMT -8
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In a time before Ursi collapsed there was freedom around us. Shape shifters and mortals lived side by side, now maybe the mortals didn't know about the shifters, thinking they were alike them. Clans ran together without fear of torture or capture, the land was no ones.
This was a time of peace for everyone lucky enough to live in it. In this time a young shape shifter was growing up, by the name of Andskoti. His name ment Devil. He was named this because of the peculiar way he acted. His shift wasn't one anyone had seen before. A hellhound of sorts. Fire blazed in the boys eyes, his hounds skin was blood red and scarred. His father tried to kill him, but his mother Belzia stopped him. She saw what she thought was "promise" in the young childs eyes and raised him like she thought was fit for the boy.
At the age of 19 Skoti ran away. Father soon after was found dead, drowned in the creek. The same way the father tried to kill his son. Like any boy his age, he fell in love with multiple females. Yet one stuck out and he kidnapped her and forced her to be his. She was barren but he didn't mind. There were plenty of females in the world to create his pawns. Quickly he began to build his army. The roughest shifters he could find. Lions and bears. The like. They tore through the closest city, Ursi. Where millions of people called home.
After the war thousands of mortals lay dead, and hundreds of shifters. The army was dead. Skoti lay in hiding until the time strikes him right. Brooding over his failure. Why hadn't it worked? They were all dead. Bigger, better, and faster. He planned to create an army who could take over the world. When and where he planned to find these shifters is still a mystery.
Humans began the capture of shape shifters, tagging them and releasing them like wild animals into the ruined remains of Ursi. Where they must remember where their kind failed. Now hundreds thrive in the city and more outside those walls. New shifters come every day...
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