The Plot - V2 - La Guerre des Races

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Perhaps you have heard of the once great Sawblade, a Lycan king in realms far off. He sank into history, never loosing a battle, never failing. Here, he makes his return, a savage beast untouched by time.

He claimed lands for himself, and soon lycans began to trickle in. The demon wolf, Runic, was soon slaughtered, and his careful control of the land erupted into chaos. Wolves protested, but were quickly subdued, no match for the fangs and claws of the deadly Lycans. Sawblade, annoyed by the sudden increase in population once news went around the land was up for grabs, retreated to his coven, leaving the land in utter terror as they were at the mercy of their invaders. It didn't last long. The Lycans honestly had no care for the wolves, and they two breeds soon learned to live their lives apart from each other. The king, Sawblade, rarely made a show of himself, keeping to himself, cut off from the boring world outside. Soon, though, he was forced to emerge. A band of horses had been fleeing a flock of hungry thestrals and burst right onto his doorstep. A couple days ahead of their pursuers, the ever lenient Saw granted them land use, for a small price. Several of the horses provided meals for the Lycans for the next month, their screams dying over the land. Eventually, the Lycans accepted deer once again, but the horses had learned a permanent fear of their king, who continued to rule all life forms of Echoue Amarre.

But the rogue horses could not be free for long. The Thestrals found them, and, being starved for almost a month, slaughtered many of them over the course of a week. Then, finding the land filled with deer, rabbits, birds, and other prey, retreated. Sawblade, enraged at the opposing force who dared to claim lands already owned by him, exploded into a war unlike anything. He gathered his brutal Cruor Army and came down upon the smaller assemblage of thestrals in a savage killing spree. Many on both sides lay dying or dead when the battle ceased, but more than half of the Thestrals fled to the skies and dispersed in the northeastern lands, hiding. Among the Lycans killed was Saw's ever faithful cousin, a wolf/lycan hybrid by the name of Chance Severa. Vowing an oath to avenge the only one he ever fully trusted, he now plans for a full out massacre of the Thestrals and horses, who he blames for bringing the war.

Soon, demons began to show. There came another great battle, in which many more were slaughtered. The few demons watched this all with continuing amusement, feasting on the remains when it was all over, though remained neutral toward the war. The love of the thestral lord, Caidas, was brutally killed by Sawblade himself, and now Caidas has it out for Sawblade. Caidas ripped the belly open of Saw's first commander, his closest friend, doubling his rage. Yet could the beautiful Larka still be alive and Caidas's revenge be for nothing? A rumor goes around that a Thestral the color of the most blinding, purest snow flies the skies freely, a color only seen upon the epic queen, Larka. But twisted teeth and wicked gouges that don't bleed, yet seem to cause pain to the mare? No, this could not possibly be Larka.

So now the Thestrals lurk in the realm under the rule of Caidas, the lycans hunting them hatefully, the wolves and horses struggling to survive, and the demons occasionally bringing on their own little spice to the battle grounds. Who will prevail? The magnificent Sawblade, or the tyrannical Caidas? Will the demons turn and pick them off one by one?

Join, and fight for peace, or simply survival.