Post by FOXSTAFF on Apr 11, 2009 13:41:06 GMT -5
[/size][/font]IN A FAR AWAY REALM, one very much like our own, except untouched by humans, various species of foxes dominate the lands. The meadows, the shores, the mountains, all ruled by the foxes wandering. These foxes, intelligent beings they are, have adapted around a single prophecy that had said that things were going to change drastically by a single act of balls of glowing sapphire flame falling down on them like breaking stars. And it happened; a meteor shower had gathered with it all kinds of foxes... fennec, red, and arctic, and many, many more. The world was undertaken by an explosion of ash and glowing dust, and with it, the foxes' genetic coding was altered by it once merged with what the fallen stars had brought with it.
BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING THEY MISSED. The prophecy concluded with a warning, a warning of a burst of disaster and war that would conflict with the peace that had tied the brightly colored packs. This would corrupt the very fragment of their existence, of their realm altogether. The foxes are desperately trying to keep the time of their realm's peace closed, but the more and more they try, the more and more they are failing. Who can stop the prophecy from happening and causing any more violence in the war that keeps on going? Or has the timetables already erupted and cannot be undone?for once xtended, **
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