Post by Alpha, Elisabethene Champagne on Apr 15, 2016 21:54:01 GMT -5
A brand new pack made out of twelve males and fourteen females, much larger than
you would expect a new pack to be. Andor Champagne was the Alpha Male, who
sought nothing but peace and prosperity. Wanting to keep his legacy alive for all the
time in the world, the wolves decided to name the pack in his honor.
Things were well and it seemed like nothing would ruin their happiness; the pack was
growing, Andor's mate was now with pups, the prey supply seemed unless, even for
winter. It was just the calm before the storm. The Alpha Female fell ill and was taken
by the harsh winter. And the pup with her. By the time spring came, Andor was a mere
shell of a brute. He had lost his love, his children, and himself. Tragedy worsen when
their land was burnt down by a lightning strike.
Andor's pack began the journey to another place, hoping for another start, but while
proposing a peace ceremony to share Loup Gris, Andor was taken captive and the
Andor Wolves were told to never set foot on the mountain again unless they wanted
Andor to die a painful death and in return, the Andor Wolves can live near the scraps
of their borders and their Alpha would be returned when they felt like it was safe.
The war began.
Blood spilled on the scared mountain and there was nothing to do to stop it except
for the death of their opponent, and all of them. The land was soaked with the
remainders of each side and even the rain couldn't get the smell of death out of the
flowers that still somehow bloomed in this battlefield.
Until the all the Lankru Pack was dead, except two pups.
While captured, Andor became close to the pups of the newly deceased Alphas of
Lankru and wanted to spare their lives, hoping to raise them in the religion of the Lycan
Ways. One was named Ophelia and the other Ares. Ophelia was taken by the following
winter, leaving Ares as the sole child of Andor. Though he knew he wasn't the true child
of the brute, Ares still loved him like a father and ascended the throne of Loup Gris as
his father's son and promised to do right by Andor on his deathbed.
Ares eventually passed as well after a great era as Alpha. The pack grew and the next
Champagne Blood Heir was Alpha. Everything was well until the pack began to get too
hard to manage due to its size so a treaty was made. The pack would split into three,
Griselda, Taelynn, and Vherien. Griselda would take the Northern territory, Taelynn would
take the Southern territory, and Vherien would take the Eastern territory. Whoever was
banished or not belonging in the pack would only be allowed in the wasteland of the west.
The split of the pack began to take its toll and the packs began to set out their own cultures
and values. Griselda remained faithful to the original practices due to the Alpha still only
having the Champagne Bloodline, but Taelynn's Alpha was the former Beta and Vherien's
Alpha was the former Delta.
Now, this is their way of life. May they find peace.
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