A red wolf with a tiny body stared at the man, what was that he was carrying? She wondered, it was a box of some sort, the little red fea followed him with silent footsteps. Her auds flicking about in interest, such an interesting creature he was. The red wolf had been sent to follow him and his other friends, by her small pack, they didn’t like him, and she being a spy was sent to watch him. It was very hard to get within the castle of his, but she had found a small hole in the wall, and struggling inside she came upon the bottom floor, it was flooded slightly, but the wolf shrugged it off and ran up the steps. Panting now she made it to the top, watching the creature fling open the box with interest. And then, all was black.

She had passed out and when she woke the man was laughing and crying, his hands were eaten away, and when he died from a spear, the young she wolf just cocked her head to the side. Looking down she let a gasp come from her maw, her paws, they were huge. Looking up she saw glass, and her body, her once lean body was now large and muscular, more like a gray wolf, only bigger. Fur standing on end she stared back at the red and purple eyes, her once bright silver ones were purple and red, the power coursing through her body was amazing. Moving over to the thing that had killed the man with a spear she killed it, and stared down at the chaos. As the fires and screams and death slowed into a cold halting stop she shivered, a cold breeze had just swept through, and some creepy looking guy was swinging a scythe as bodies.

She watched the creature and when it looked back at her she shivered, it’s eyes…they were gone. As it finished it’s job she swore she heard her name resounding about the area, “Rayle…” The young she wolf darted to the body and box. Her optics looked at it, her brain clicked about lightly, and then she knew what it was. Pandora something…This man spoke of it to himself…what was it? Rayle snorted and prodded the box with her paw, the lid was still open and it made her dizzy. Growling she clenched Pandora’s box in her maw and trotted down the long stairs, around a half hour later she was on the ground and her odd eyes stared about. Rayle looked at the creatures, her mind had been sharpened and so had her eyes, a few of the chests were rising and falling, some were alive, not that she cared.

The box clutched between her jaws she went into the surrounding forest and looked for her pack, and when she found them, they near attacked her! Dropping the box she explained everything to the wolves, they too were larger, some much larger then others, all of their eyes were mixed. Her tones came out strong, stinging the air with new found intelligence, “That man, he was insane. This box, this box held the power of chaos in it. When he opened it I blacked out, I was close, much closer then I should have been. Next thing I know the box is lying next to him and his hands are half eaten! The chaos…it was amazing. The humans were killing each other, they were utterly insane. This box, it’s name is Pandora’s Box, it was the cause of this. And I believe it is the cause of our change…”

As she finished each wolven looked at her, maws slightly agape and eyes sparkling in curiosity, Rayle looked at the alpha, her eyes sad, “But it is also taking it’s toll on mother nature. She is dying. We have to band together with other wolves to even think of restoring normality. I know that it will be hard, but do we want this dead land? Do we want these humans walking about killing each other, acting like zombies, or even coming after us?” The alpha nodded, he accepted everything she said with sad eyes. His much larger form, much bigger then any other wolven, came next to hers’ and he announced she was the alpha female and that they would have to figure out a place in which normalcy was available. It was breeding season, so instead of leaving immediately they stayed, bred and let the pups grow a little, they soon found they had changed in more ways then one. Some wolves had super heightened senses, some the inept ability to find loops holes, and then every wolf, on a half moon, would change into a human. It was a dark night when They were getting ready to leave when Rayle’s little pup spoke his voice in a trance.

“The Moon Shifts
And so do we
To come to normality
We seek the homeland
The place were Pandora’s box had not reached
A place enclosed by the god’s themselves
We seek the homeland

Cold snow
Frozen glaciers
Broken hearts
Dead wolves
We shall make it
That we shall…”

Every wolf turned to the moon orbed pup, he wasn’t but a year, but Rayle nodded, it seemed Pandora’s box had changed her offspring as well. Rayle wasn’t sure what to make of her pup or even those words, but taking them to heart the pack set off. Stopping at every wolf’s territory, many agreed, some didn’t. Soon the little pack had grown and there were five alphas, Rayle and her mate Lyzel, Glynt and his mate Plyz, and the single alpha Hylex. Each alpha agreed on finding the homeland, and so they set off. The wolves had been attacked by weird human like creatures, they had seen zombie like humans, they saw the dead fields and the frozen grass.

It was that day that the alphas died, and the pups overtook the search. The moon orbed brute continued his odd speeches, and then, he said lightly, “We won’t make it…” No wolf agreed and then his sister, his wise sister spoke, “We shall make it…if we don’t make it within this realm of life, then we shall in spirit, when our pups do.” And so they trudged on, some wolves left, saying they were fine with this life, some went on to be with humans, and then some of the braver fought forwards, looking for the homeland. The moon pooled wolf looked at his sister and spoke.

“The sun rises
And we are closer to our destination
The moon shifts
And our changes become prominent
But we shall not make it in this life time
We shall die

But in generations of altered genes
Our descendants shall
But at a cost
A great wolf will have to bow down
And give up their life
Die at the hands of the gods themselves
To allow wolven into the homeland
We shall make it…
In another generation…”

Blinking the she wolf understood, this was it. They were destined to die. And so, every life was told of the evils that Pandora’s box had bestowed, and now, some wolves run free, not looking for any homeland, they don’t believe, some follow the humans, and some are getting ready for the next searching. A prophet wolf is always found, there can be as many as two in a pack, but usually there is only one wolf, who is the next prophet? But questions are still asked, Who is this brave wolf? Who will give themselves up? Is there really a homeland? And what happened to Pandora’s Box? All questions are answerable…within time.

((ooc// The chosen wolf and prophet shall be hand picked by Me, after we gain quite a bit of wolves I shall inform TWO members of my thoughts. One shall be the prophet wolf and the other the chosen wolf. I will explain everything to those two members. The only way to get these positions is to be active and role play very good.))