Post by Riley on May 21, 2012 21:36:17 GMT -5
Many Eons Ago...
Back when the world was new and things were not quite always what they seemed. It was an time of fantastic beasts and of extraordinary heroes. But while these mighty creatures stood bright, there was a darkness lurking that none of them could predict or foresee.
Four mighty wolves ruled over the earth and everything within it. Aura was proud and golden, ruling over the wolves of the east and skies they flew in. His sister, Solum ruled in the west, in the dense forest that hide her dark green coat and stubborn ways. Ignis ruled in the south with his coat of fire and spirited band, while white coated Mare ruled her wolves in the icy north. Between the four noble rulers, nothing seemed out of place and the wolves of Anima lived in a false peace.
The seemingly immortal four ruled on, slowly aging though no one noticed as the wolves they ruled did not live as long as their kings and queens. In the mountains of Tarda Tenebris the darkness slept and waited, watching the aging Gods from afar. One by one the four began to weaken, approaching their end as even Gods must return to the heavens one day.
While Aura was on his death bed, his siblings gathered around him, the darkness leapt like the predator it was from the depths of the mountains. Wars ensued with the clans fighting for their very survival. For three years the Darkness waged his battle, the four gods slowly dieing off. It had seemed like Nex and his followers were about to defeat the elements and rule Anima. However, Mare, the last living Queen would let no such thing happen to her Mother's world, unwilling to go down without a fight.
Staging one final push, Mare led her clan into battle along side the remnants of the other three clans. They struck hard and fast, Mare locked in a battle to the death with black coated Nex. Eventually each began to weaken and soon both fell where they stood, dead. The followers of the darkness were pushed back.
Victorious, the remaining members of the four clans returned to their homes, giving themselves new names and giving birth to the four tribes we know today as Clax, Ros, Eurus and Caleo though still the darkness was not too far away.
Rumours of a fifth clan, the Umbra, followers of the dark ways had reached the ears of the other clans. Peace was shattered in all the lands and war raged once more, ravaging everything the five clans and their inhabitants had come to know. Guided by the Gods that had awoken from their long slumber, they raised their voices to Danu and prayed for her blessing.
Together, the four clans of the elements marched to the summit of Tarda Tenebris and there, they fought for the freedom and future of Anima. On the eleventh day when it seemed like they could fight no more, the old alliances that were forgotten from a land no one knew of came to the aid of the four clans. Crossing an ice bridge that had become wedged between the lands, Armies of wolves form the continent of Kindra joined the fray and so, the Umbra and the darkness were defeated.
Crushed, the Umbra ran for their lives and scattered through out the world. Once released of the darkness, some of he defeated creatures came to see the light again and joined into the clans that would have them. For the new found allies, the Surmists, they retreated back into their strange realm and made it known they were to be called on when needed.
For ten full years peace has reined over the lands of Anima and Kindra once more, but the actions of one may prove to change the fortunes of all.
Back when the world was new and things were not quite always what they seemed. It was an time of fantastic beasts and of extraordinary heroes. But while these mighty creatures stood bright, there was a darkness lurking that none of them could predict or foresee.
Four mighty wolves ruled over the earth and everything within it. Aura was proud and golden, ruling over the wolves of the east and skies they flew in. His sister, Solum ruled in the west, in the dense forest that hide her dark green coat and stubborn ways. Ignis ruled in the south with his coat of fire and spirited band, while white coated Mare ruled her wolves in the icy north. Between the four noble rulers, nothing seemed out of place and the wolves of Anima lived in a false peace.
The seemingly immortal four ruled on, slowly aging though no one noticed as the wolves they ruled did not live as long as their kings and queens. In the mountains of Tarda Tenebris the darkness slept and waited, watching the aging Gods from afar. One by one the four began to weaken, approaching their end as even Gods must return to the heavens one day.
While Aura was on his death bed, his siblings gathered around him, the darkness leapt like the predator it was from the depths of the mountains. Wars ensued with the clans fighting for their very survival. For three years the Darkness waged his battle, the four gods slowly dieing off. It had seemed like Nex and his followers were about to defeat the elements and rule Anima. However, Mare, the last living Queen would let no such thing happen to her Mother's world, unwilling to go down without a fight.
Staging one final push, Mare led her clan into battle along side the remnants of the other three clans. They struck hard and fast, Mare locked in a battle to the death with black coated Nex. Eventually each began to weaken and soon both fell where they stood, dead. The followers of the darkness were pushed back.
Victorious, the remaining members of the four clans returned to their homes, giving themselves new names and giving birth to the four tribes we know today as Clax, Ros, Eurus and Caleo though still the darkness was not too far away.
Rumours of a fifth clan, the Umbra, followers of the dark ways had reached the ears of the other clans. Peace was shattered in all the lands and war raged once more, ravaging everything the five clans and their inhabitants had come to know. Guided by the Gods that had awoken from their long slumber, they raised their voices to Danu and prayed for her blessing.
Together, the four clans of the elements marched to the summit of Tarda Tenebris and there, they fought for the freedom and future of Anima. On the eleventh day when it seemed like they could fight no more, the old alliances that were forgotten from a land no one knew of came to the aid of the four clans. Crossing an ice bridge that had become wedged between the lands, Armies of wolves form the continent of Kindra joined the fray and so, the Umbra and the darkness were defeated.
Crushed, the Umbra ran for their lives and scattered through out the world. Once released of the darkness, some of he defeated creatures came to see the light again and joined into the clans that would have them. For the new found allies, the Surmists, they retreated back into their strange realm and made it known they were to be called on when needed.
For ten full years peace has reined over the lands of Anima and Kindra once more, but the actions of one may prove to change the fortunes of all.