Post by Fawn on Mar 18, 2013 18:51:14 GMT -5
The Rift is a strip of land nestled between two peaks of the Barrens Mountains—a range that is, as it's namesake suggests, barren of much habitable territory. This makes the fertile valley of the Rift all the more appealing to displaced wolves looking for a new home, and so they've come, in ones, twos, even entire families, to stake a claim on this new turf.
But somebody already lives here.
Rifters are smaller, sleeker cousins of the common grey wolf, and they've lived for centuries with their lives tumbling along with the Stone Circle at their homeland's center. This monument of blue streaked stones has always been both mysterious and majestic, and emits a force that a portion of the Rifters can harness in the form of a few rare abilities.
To see through the eyes of a bird, to blend near seamlessly into one's surroundings. To gift their own health to another to heal a wound, or leech away the life of others to extend their own lifetime.
After living in relative peace for so long the Rifters aren't sure how to react to the brutish strangers who've arrived on their doorstep. Some believe hostility is the best way, that to drive these newcomers from the Rift is the only way to preserve themselves. Others are more curious and accepting, welcoming them in with open hearts.
Newcomers, likewise, have quite a decision to make. To peaceably mesh with these odd beings, or to rally and conquer the Rift for themselves.
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