The History of the World

Tamorayn · Site Admin Joined: 14 Sep 2006 Posts: 345 Praise: +9

(Here is a newly written backstory for you guys. I hope you enjoy)

Giderah is the story of a young wolf called Tamorayn. But to understand his story, you have to look backwards.

As far back as their history is written, the wolves had always dominated the world. In the early time, the wolves of the north and those of the south knew very little of each other. Natural formations, mountain ranges, rivers, and a vast nearly impenetrable swamp kept these creatures from interacting.

In those days, the wolves of the north lived in small family groups, roaming the land, following the elk herds migration. However, as the population flourished, these groups formed fierce rivalries. Eventually they began to claim territories, which they protected from their rivals to the death.

It was in the northernmost point, a frozen desert, that a change began to sweep across the northern region. A Fierce striped wolf, led his clan out of the desert. Their campaign raged from territory to territory. Any group that didn't bend to his will was decimated. The lucky and the strong fled. He did not stop until he reached the greatest mountain of the north, where he made his stronghold. He ended his campaign, with only a few clans remaining in the north. In his wake, This wolf had united the greatest force and largest clan history had seen. For the remainder of his life, he set the precedents and laws, the standards for training and living that would become the creed of the Red Paw Wolves.

It only took two generations, after their leaders death, for the creeds to be twisted. Their leaders only son, was blessed with a large family. Their grandfather had never declared his kingdom a monarchy. The strongest and smartest led. One child took it into her hands to change this. She was strong and fierce like her grandfather, but more than that she was cunning. Her name was Rory.

Rory saw the other clans remaining in the north as a blight. She saw her own nation becoming soft, and relaxed. She led a cabal in killing the standing leaders, their entourage, even her own siblings that opposed her. Taking the "throne" of the nation left many mutinous against her. But she was swift in turning their anger at their neighbors. She finished her grandfathers campaign driving the survivors of her massacre of the remainder of the clans into the swamplands. Only one pack stood in her way. A formidable group of wolves bound by their hatred of the Red Paws. Led by their brilliant generals Shaamah, and Natcha, They successfully foiled several attacks by the Red Paws.

A singular event would change their world, a mysterious creature came from the south. A wolf, three times the size as the others, He described himself as the spirit of death. He walked straight into the defended red paw home, seeking Rory, Joining forces with her.

Together they led a giant force into the The last clans home in the dead of night. It was the worst massacre in the history of battles the red paws led. Only a few survivors were able to drag themselves off into the swamp. With that, Rory had succeeding in claiming the entire north for her clan.