Post by zeppelin on Oct 7, 2010 21:19:32 GMT -5
›› the natives following by tradition
When the humans first arrived, not all of their befriended creators behaved like they should have. Some sticked loyal to there master's side, while houses were built, streets paved, land cleared. Some died, showing that the island life wasn't suitable for all of gods creations. But a small handful escaped. Leaving the comfort of their homes, either by choice or accident, and going back to there instincts; a instinct to form packs.
For so long their minds were clouded by the simple life of a house pet. For so long had they forgotten what it was like to be a free animal. These dogs roam the streets; up and down avenues, patrolling they're areas. They hunt their food, sleep under the shine of the moon, and follow the laws that their ancestors had followed so many years ago. They were all eager to survive.
It isn't known who formed the first pack. Most believe small groups formed together until one mighty pack was formed. Until they were affectionately dubbed "the natives" by other canines and island animals. These dogs refuse human contact, they deny what they fought so hard to get away from.
But times are changing, the "mega pack" is getting harder and harder to control for the hardy leaders. Some are rebelling, forming packs of there own; fighting for total control of the city. With the threat of humans, other dogs, and just about anything, it isn't bad to have a few friends.
If you choose to become a native you are able to make or join a pack. Contact with humans are strictly prohibited, though defending is allowed. Natives normally form packs in the city, having one area as their main headquarters, and aren't known to roam the outerlands very often.
When the humans first arrived, not all of their befriended creators behaved like they should have. Some sticked loyal to there master's side, while houses were built, streets paved, land cleared. Some died, showing that the island life wasn't suitable for all of gods creations. But a small handful escaped. Leaving the comfort of their homes, either by choice or accident, and going back to there instincts; a instinct to form packs.
For so long their minds were clouded by the simple life of a house pet. For so long had they forgotten what it was like to be a free animal. These dogs roam the streets; up and down avenues, patrolling they're areas. They hunt their food, sleep under the shine of the moon, and follow the laws that their ancestors had followed so many years ago. They were all eager to survive.
It isn't known who formed the first pack. Most believe small groups formed together until one mighty pack was formed. Until they were affectionately dubbed "the natives" by other canines and island animals. These dogs refuse human contact, they deny what they fought so hard to get away from.
But times are changing, the "mega pack" is getting harder and harder to control for the hardy leaders. Some are rebelling, forming packs of there own; fighting for total control of the city. With the threat of humans, other dogs, and just about anything, it isn't bad to have a few friends.
If you choose to become a native you are able to make or join a pack. Contact with humans are strictly prohibited, though defending is allowed. Natives normally form packs in the city, having one area as their main headquarters, and aren't known to roam the outerlands very often.
