Chronosia
20-05-2005, 02:41
For too long, they have hunted and stalked in shadow, torn between worlds of spirit and flesh. For too long, they have remained hidden from humanities eyes; for too long...
Now is the day of awakening.
The winds blew, cold and harsh over the Chronosian countryside; barren dust littering the ground, even as the footfalls scattered them. The man strode forth, determined; his clothes rough, leather stitched together by his own hand; amulets adorning his pale neck, his hair blowing about his face in a wild erratic dance, black as Raven's feathers.
He was Marcus 'Bloodhunter' and he was a Bone Shadow Rahu, a warrior and a seeker of knowledge...He who walks the lines between light and darkness. He was the Alpha, the leader of his pack, The Blood Ravens. Their totem, the great bird of Death whom they called 'Lord of the Carrion Eaters', stalked the spirit world, both servant and master...
They were Forsaken; since the moment Pangaea was lost, they had been so, and now they sought redemption.
That was why they had to leave, to set out across the blighted roads in search of their calling. To purge the spirit realm and the physical world of Taint; to maintain order in the Shadow, and fulfill their self-driven crusade against the insidious agents of the walking dead. The Vampires could run, but they could not hide. Marcus grimaced as he shifted, letting his body shift into its Dalu form; almost human, yet twisted by the bestial; he felt his hair lengthen across his body, felt his muscle swell, his fangs and claws elongating; felt the raw animal release; his blue eyes now a primal yellow; a growl growing in his throat...
It was time to hunt.
OOC: OK, a Werewolf: The Forsaken inspired part of my MT nation; Vampires, Spirits, Hosts, Pure Tribes and Humans should beware...The Blood Ravens hunt to win, and fight to the bitter end....
Now is the day of awakening.
The winds blew, cold and harsh over the Chronosian countryside; barren dust littering the ground, even as the footfalls scattered them. The man strode forth, determined; his clothes rough, leather stitched together by his own hand; amulets adorning his pale neck, his hair blowing about his face in a wild erratic dance, black as Raven's feathers.
He was Marcus 'Bloodhunter' and he was a Bone Shadow Rahu, a warrior and a seeker of knowledge...He who walks the lines between light and darkness. He was the Alpha, the leader of his pack, The Blood Ravens. Their totem, the great bird of Death whom they called 'Lord of the Carrion Eaters', stalked the spirit world, both servant and master...
They were Forsaken; since the moment Pangaea was lost, they had been so, and now they sought redemption.
That was why they had to leave, to set out across the blighted roads in search of their calling. To purge the spirit realm and the physical world of Taint; to maintain order in the Shadow, and fulfill their self-driven crusade against the insidious agents of the walking dead. The Vampires could run, but they could not hide. Marcus grimaced as he shifted, letting his body shift into its Dalu form; almost human, yet twisted by the bestial; he felt his hair lengthen across his body, felt his muscle swell, his fangs and claws elongating; felt the raw animal release; his blue eyes now a primal yellow; a growl growing in his throat...
It was time to hunt.
OOC: OK, a Werewolf: The Forsaken inspired part of my MT nation; Vampires, Spirits, Hosts, Pure Tribes and Humans should beware...The Blood Ravens hunt to win, and fight to the bitter end....