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HISTORY « Thread Started on Jul 12, 2008, 3:39pm »
HISTORY
A long time ago there was three pups born into a litter of all males.. These three brothers couldn’t be more different from each other. The oldest brother, Kingston, had the purest heart, and was considered the wisest. The youngest brother, Wateargo, was considered, not to bright, and clumsy. The second born, middle pup; Santago, was a good soul, but had… different… opinions from everyone else. The trio grew up in a normal surrounding, in a large pack. As they turned of age to be on their own, the youngest son had a different idea. Wateargo had grown up being teased for being, the smallest; the runt. It shaped is future in a way that nothing else could have
At around two and a half years of age; Kingston, Santago, and Wateargo all set off to be on their own. Kingston immediately found a female from a different pack who was a loner. The two of them wondered off to be on their own for awhile. Santago found a quiet little area where he could sit and plan. This whole time Wateargo had been out of sight. They had been told to watch him, to protect him.
Years went on and no one had heard a word from their youngest brother. They started to consider him dead. Kingston ran a very large, close pack. They were all light hearted and would rather not kill unless it was a meal, and necessary. Santago was also living the good life. He led a smaller pack, that stayed out of the life’s drama. Wateargo, was not dead. Over the years he had been gathering other ‘outcasts’ like himself. He started a large pack, filled with warriors. They killed for the fun of it, for the taste of blood. They were a vicious lot, and Wateargo had a plan.
Soon after everyone was settled down, Wateargo entered his old family’s lands. He was greeted by his parents and others. They were proud to see how he had turned out. But Wateargo didn’t say a word, he simply looked around for his father. Finding his father, he spoke. ” You treated me like an ‘underdog’, if I may say. Actually, no, I will say it…”Wateargo allowed his emotions to explode on his father. Finally the two fought. From out of the bushes; the rest of Wateargo’s pack appeared. They fought until death; death of the three brothers’ parent’s pack. No one lived, they were all dead.
Word spread quickly to the neutral son, about their brother they had thought to be dead. Santago informed Kingston afterwards. Kingston wanted his brother dead, but couldn’t kill him; he was family. Santago wanted nothing to do with it. He stayed out of the mess, and returned to his easy going lifestyle.
There was a few fights between spread out packs, over the sons’ parent’s death. Some sided with Wateargo. Some who didn’t care sided with Santago. Other’s who cared much and wanted to do something about it, other’s that had large hearts, and kind souls, joined up with Kingston.
After a few long years, eventually the brothers died. The packs weren’t the same, so they split up. They still stayed within their territory bounderies though. Stereotype names began to form, and now they stuck. Kingston’s old territory is now the ‘light’ lands. Santago’s old territory is called the ‘neutral’ lands. Lastly, Wateargo’s old territory is called the ‘dark lands. There hasn’t been many fights, but blood still boils about the past. Generations have gone by and everyone has their own idea’s who is ‘good’ and who is ‘bad’.