Post by Prophet on Jul 7, 2015 12:23:09 GMT -6
(This isn't necessarily a plot, but it very well could be if this goes well. The Prophet has no home right now, and his old name is currently unknown to everyone...since well, everyone else he used to know is gone. Limit of three other people. Please do not flood each other out, although there isn't a posting limit. Alright now let's get to the role-playing)
A few moons back, this forest had been ravaged by The Inferno. The Prophet, then under a different name, had been separated from his pack. If they had survived, he was unaware of their presence in the forest any longer. A new major seemed to have taken over. The Shadow Dwellers, or something to that extent. It was a fitting name, seeing as the forest they now occupied was still recovering from the flames that had turned it to ash.
The blind wolf stumbled helplessly through a set of juniper bushes. He was out of food now, and couldn't even smell any carrion to eat, which is what he had been feasting on for the past moon and a half. After the Inferno he had realized something. The spirits of old wanted this forest back to the way it was. The wolves here had become too greedy, too chaotic. The Prophet not sought to please the spirits, and bring the wolves back to normal
Suddenly there was wolf scent. He couldn't tell if he smelled multiple wolves, or if a single wolf simply had the smell of a pack on them. He froze, and got lower to the ground. He tucked his tail between his legs, lowered his ears, and stared at the ground. Or, well, put his head in the direction of the ground. He obviously could not see it. Whoever this wolf was would clearly be able to tell that The Prophet was no threat. Hopefully the would be kind enough to speak to him. Perhaps even bring them to their home, if they had a pack.
