Through the dreary painted sky the sun shown her radiant amber rays upon a slowly drying world. The mud that which pledged them now slowly dried itself into hardened earth once more. An amber glow brightened the dim overcast that lay plastered to the land and its inhabitants. Spring had finally come, and oh so sudden. The harsh winter ended abruptly and with little notice, but this was welcomed by all below. It was as if the clouds opened up and Spring was sitting their, arms wide open receiving Aiela into her warm embrace. This was reason enough to rejoice but many more were soon to befall the land.
For two months nothing of any horrific notion had befell Aiela. No major disasters, no sudden deaths, or mysterious happenings. For two months the lands lay in a mutual harmony, letting others live as others lived. Not taking for granted the life that they now held precious. So much had been done in those brief two months that no one saw or wished it to end. The loner band that had taken up residence in the council was given a land near thunderhead by the elementals. yes, this means thunderhead's secret location now was obvious to all inhabitants of Aiela, but this seemed to be of no concern for peace now befell all lands. The loner's seemed please and a well rounded pack, a nice addition to the lands. For Aiela had expanded her boundaries and was growing prosperity. But all good things end...and this one ended with the hardest fall yet.

With spring comes spring showers. Everyone was open to that statement and found it true. Small storms and showers popped up every once in awhile but no major damage was had and so everyone delt with the storms without hesitation. This storm was like all the others. It's trial began at or beyond Legato and it moved over the lands quickly and violently till the rain it carried was no more. And for the most part this was true, the storm was normal, but what happened during it wasn't.
Over Legato, the died neutral zone, the storm broke into its fury. Lightening flashed and thunder cracked among the darkening clouds above the canyon. Lightening zipped through clouds and towards the tall tree's within Legato's canyon boundaries and then the fire started. With a loud crack the tree was ablze with a burning, orange flame. And soon the flame danced itself unto a fee more tree's and then more. The smoke rose and fell with in the canyon doused by rain; but as the storm moved out, the fire grew. It moved through the thick underbrush ,which was kept dry by the thick canopy of leaves, like water over smooth rocks. It's blaze burned bright through the dawning morning. And as it burned the smoke tower grew.
But unknown to all who saw the towering pillar of smoke, they're lay a small pup within the blaze, deep within. His pelt was black and covered in ash, his eyes were a strange deep orange color, the look of fright stamped clearly within them. The pup whimpered, but no one answered. No one that was normal anyway.
A shadowy figure stood only yards away from the crying pup his orange-red eyes shimmered and danced as the flames flickered about him, yet they did not burn. his form was shadowy, it seemed he was no solid mass, only shadow. A dark, pitiless shadow. Behind that shadow stood another. This figure more petite, yet muscled. Eyes of a glowing amber hue, yet unlike the first shadowy figure its eyes weren't filled with the dancing of the flames but of concern.
It watched as the male shadow form moved with elegance towards the crying pup, the pup yipped and cried in fright, but did not move. That's when the figure loomed over the poor child. It's eyes searching it over, before cocking its head back at the other, who's own eyes were filled with even more concern and surrender then before. The shadow turned its attention back to the pup and with an instant picked the pup with in its mouth and both forms moved off into the night. Sky filled with the blaze.
A few weeks later, Legato lay in a pit of ashes. It's foliage turned to an ashen form of dispear. And in the middle of this fire pit, stood a black figure.
The figure was muscled and toned, his chest was strong and his limbs long and sturdy. The eye's were the most outstanding and outlandish part though. For they were the same hue as the pup's. The orangish - red color that stood out so well among the normal beast that moved about this place. Another form loomed behind him within the shadows. It watched as the male looked over Legato, a sense of pride and victory staining its features.
The black male stood aware of the other, but unconcern. A smirk dwindling on his cold features.
He is Critic
Leader of the Dark
Son of Aria, the first minion and his sire is unknown.

and they have come...o light they've come!

The peace had lasted a long while, although the peace was still, like the air before the storm. Saving up it’s energy to let loose all at once on the unsuspecting inhabitants of the lands. Surprisingly the peace was shattered not by the darks nor by the chaos followers, no, it was broken by the order faith. The day had been a stressful one for the aging alpha of Fretta dubbed Dante. His old, worn body ached with the pain of running a large pack and keeping everyone in line yet still he went on. The scent of a new drifted to the alpha and he proceeded as he also did and went for the loner ready if this one proved dangerous although he doubted that seriously. How wrong he was.
The loner was a large female, blind in one eye and called Viper. Although she followed the faith known as Order he rendering of the rules and beliefs of the faith seemed quite different then the rest of Fretta. She disapproved of Dante’s diplomatic ways and challenged his high seat as alpha saying he was to old for the position. A battle proceeded and at the end when the dust cleared Dante had been defeated by Viper’s youth and enthusiasm. The female immediately stripped all of rank and laid upon them the lowly title of omegas. Dante after the defeat seemed to crawl into his own little shell of a broken world before the packs very eye’s and all seemed down for if it hadn’t been for the change of mind and sudden instincts that took hold of Champlain and Mystic. Together the two toweled at the newly appointed monarch with sarcasm and sluggish ways hoping only to gain more so as to take out the tyrant. As if their pray was answered Bryne, alpha of Bandar, and Truthers a mercenary of sort came and both also challenged the tyrant disapproving of her mistreatment of their normal playmates. Truthers’ soon gained control of Fretta as Viper disappeared suddenly and with no second thoughts handed the land back to Dante happy to move on. Bryne returned to Bandar and Truthers to his wandering as the pack of Fretta soon began to grow quicker then before. The pack had been restored, but the peace shattered. Now everything is in motion. I bet you haven’t figured it out yet. I bet your mind is still tinkering away analyzing the movements of all the little pieces of a larger puzzle. To bad I’ve already done this puzzle and my mind is made up.

A dark wind blew strongly from the North as little whispers of decay and death blew lazily through the wind. Upon that breeze blew a vile type of beast, if you could call it a beast at all. At one time it was a beast, a wolf like any other, but its mission was not completed before its death. For a Dark wolf if your mission is not completed successfully before your death, you get to serve the Faith after it. You become what are known as a Terror. A ghastly type of creature whose body is made of shadow and whose eyes have turned from what color they were to a gleaming orange or burning red. Your can ride the wind, become invisible, and you’re power is only surpassed by any magic. You can only die at the hands of one blessed with an elemental or white magic. You are kept in deep catacombs near the darks center of power. Here one who’s known as a Titan watches your every move. Feeding you and taking care of you like a pet.

The Titans are like the elementals, except their magic is only dark. Virus and Fairy are the leaders of this Hierarchy, along with Moulin Rouge, Fairy’s Sister, Monster and Lady Luck, Virus and Fairy’s daughter and son, and Piper, an accomplished and well earned one of the Dark Faith. These are the puppeteers that hold the strings of all the little darkies below them. They watch as Critic, Monster’s son, handles the darks, they watch the little battles that take place and they smirk. They watch from atop The Grave of the Dove or Dove’s Peak, this peak’s location is unknown to any but the Titans and Terrors themselves and I don’t know anyone who would want to find it.

Deep, rich blood toned moon-hung heavy in the dark, cloud-laden skies above the battling Faiths of Chaos and Dark. Byrne, the leader of Bandar a Chaos pack had come and started a battle with Critic of Legato a dark pack. As the two powers fought so many others did not, no they were at home battling off famine. You see Byrne had had every right to start a feud with Critic who took claim to have called the storms that ravished the Lands for days. Who took claim to have sent the Terrors out on the wind to chase away all the food in the Lands and to scare away the sun, to make it dark for 20 days and 20 nights. Fortunately the battle never really got underway, to many were starved and to many had no energy to fight the magic that Critic held, but the lands still suffered under the Terrors nightly runs out of their catacombs to haunt the wolves of Aiela. After the Blood moon lifted the sun peaked out from behind the dark clouds and soon an uneasy calm swept the land. And soon that uneasy calm became a sincere peace. How gullible these people seem to be.

A gentle breeze tugging blissfully at your fur, the sun re-appearing after its long absence behind the overpowering black clouds, that was the weather after the Blood Moon had fallen and the normal, and peaceful White Moon took back the night skies. Clouds rolled by not one of the gray or black, except the fee occasional summer rainstorms that quenched the dry earth. All was calm during these days of beautiful weather. It was a time of remembrance and a time to rebuild. A time to remember those who’d given their lives during the brief, yet sudden feud between the Chaos and the Dark, to reflect on the damage that the Lands now bore, but now they rebuild. All Faiths work day in and day out to clear debris from the earth’s surface, the Darks worked to rebuild their forces, and the Chaos to re-organize what organization they had. The Order only had storm damage; their numbers had grown as more and more refuges from the two feuding Faiths crawled to the Order to find some sort of peace.
All is at a time of neutralization. No one fights. No one Feuds. But everyone rebuilds, physically and emotionally.

On the wall was painted a picture, but this picture was more then just a normal cave painting. Much more. It was a map, and at the end of almost all maps lays a treasure. This map was no exception to that theory or so most thought. This painting had been discovered by loners tracking through the Valcon steps near The Cliffs of Raven’s Head it’s discovering spread like wildfire over the calm, rebuilt atmosphere of the Lands.
Wolves came from all corners of Aiela to start on the Quest. All came back, except two. One was named Reaver, an omega of the Chaos pack Bandar. He had had a mate and she was due to have his pups soon but he left anyway in search of the treasure at the end of the path. The other was called Bard, the x-alpha male of the Dark pack Mortuus. Another had stolen his spot in the pack when he mysteriously vanished for many days so out of desperation and loneliness the x-alpha set off on this journey. Neither have been heard from, and the only clue anyone has to where they might be is a rumor that both crossed the Cliffs of Raven’s Head and sneaked past the Dark Lands to the Unknown and into a section called the Waste Lands. Its name says it all…but I have a feeling that maybe this story isn’t quite complete but that’s just a haunch.

And as peace washed over the Lands many wounds healed, and many hearts opened, and many flames were kindled. All over the lands in all the Faiths pairs of lovers slipped off to their dens. A few months later a noise stirs in that hollow hole in the earth and a new Father comes to the door of the den smiling down at his family, His mate and his children. All over pups were being born, most in litters of 5 with few tragic deaths. Pups born to all faiths, and all positions within. Fretta, Bandar, and Legato all bore pups this cycle and with most of those births a future ruler was born.
As quiet and quaint as this scene seems to be still in the backs of all’s minds was the slight chance that another feud or even worse a true war or battle would breakout and their pups would be caught in the middle of it. This notion was kept hush, hush their the new parents of the lands, but a whisper can still be heard and this little idea was still kept tucked away in these wolves’ minds.
Along with the beginning of many new lives, new life was also given to those who were scarred in battle or in life. Emotional scars and fears were being handled and healed with the quiet serenity that seemed to lay idle of the Lands.
But what goes up must come down. That notion may be a little more then just a notion. But I’m not telling you everything.