Post by leo on Aug 13, 2008 19:18:08 GMT -5
The origin of the name is simple, Though the name changes often. Through the middle of this pack's large territory is an old and small human village (which will later be described along with the rest of the territory). This village was known as the Rio. The firts part of the name is the name of the pack's alpha - so when ever the Alpha changes, the name does as well.
Chana Rio's ways are dark, as the have always been. Intruders are killed without question - even a lone pup found on their territory will be left to die. These wolves are very big and very strong - its bred into their genes. And if, by some fluke, a weak wolf is born into their pack? Banished. And if they do not comply, killed. And their ways are simple but brutal. If a new wolf decides they want the spot of Alpha, they must kill he current alpha, not just win in a fight. And if they loose? They die, of course. Beta ranks work in the same way as well. Pups are weaned much earlier than in other packs, and taught to hunt and fight before half a year of their lives have passed. As early as a year they take on full pack responsabilities, hunting, fighting, sprees, and most inportantly, protecting the Alpha.
You may have noticed I mentioned 'sprees'. behind this little name is a terrible thing. Sprees are where the Alpha picks some of the sneakiest wolves of the pack, and sends them into other territories to kill pups of that pack and make it look like they had fallen or been killed by a badger of fox. But if the pups are big and strong, they are directed to bring them back to Chana Rio. And most inportantly, not to leave Rio scent. The twisted reasoning behind this is to keep Chana Rio the biggest pack. Killing pups off is the easiest way - no fight what so ever, just a bone-breaking bite to the back of the neck or such.
Feeding is a free-for-all. The strongest wolves get the most to eat and the pre-matureley weaned youngsters often go hungry. There are rarely scraps left over for them, and if a small pup does manage to catch a mouse or such, it is usually snatched away by a bigger pup. No weakling will ever survive through this meriless feeding process, and no elder shall live past his time.
As if the exact oppasite of their ways, their territory is beautiful. It is about a fourth covered in a bright, rolling-meadow of soft green grass. A river runs through this grass and into the cork-tree forest that covers the rest of their territory. Light, whispy ferns, tall, colorful floweres, and sun-baked rocks are never hard to find. And then there is Rio.
A worn footpath leads through the thickest part of forest, to almost the diresct middle of the territory. Here there is a sandy bluff, with a small town nestled beside it. It has only one paved rode, with shops srrounding it. The rest is tiny houses and a few dirt roads. abandoned horse carriges lay about here and there, and the skeletons of humans. Where the footpath leads to the ton, a crooked sight hangs stating in black letters, 'Rio'. It was translated long ago by a very old, wise wolf. What had happened to this town? Disease? War? A mass murder? They will never know.
Chana Rio's ways are dark, as the have always been. Intruders are killed without question - even a lone pup found on their territory will be left to die. These wolves are very big and very strong - its bred into their genes. And if, by some fluke, a weak wolf is born into their pack? Banished. And if they do not comply, killed. And their ways are simple but brutal. If a new wolf decides they want the spot of Alpha, they must kill he current alpha, not just win in a fight. And if they loose? They die, of course. Beta ranks work in the same way as well. Pups are weaned much earlier than in other packs, and taught to hunt and fight before half a year of their lives have passed. As early as a year they take on full pack responsabilities, hunting, fighting, sprees, and most inportantly, protecting the Alpha.
You may have noticed I mentioned 'sprees'. behind this little name is a terrible thing. Sprees are where the Alpha picks some of the sneakiest wolves of the pack, and sends them into other territories to kill pups of that pack and make it look like they had fallen or been killed by a badger of fox. But if the pups are big and strong, they are directed to bring them back to Chana Rio. And most inportantly, not to leave Rio scent. The twisted reasoning behind this is to keep Chana Rio the biggest pack. Killing pups off is the easiest way - no fight what so ever, just a bone-breaking bite to the back of the neck or such.
Feeding is a free-for-all. The strongest wolves get the most to eat and the pre-matureley weaned youngsters often go hungry. There are rarely scraps left over for them, and if a small pup does manage to catch a mouse or such, it is usually snatched away by a bigger pup. No weakling will ever survive through this meriless feeding process, and no elder shall live past his time.
As if the exact oppasite of their ways, their territory is beautiful. It is about a fourth covered in a bright, rolling-meadow of soft green grass. A river runs through this grass and into the cork-tree forest that covers the rest of their territory. Light, whispy ferns, tall, colorful floweres, and sun-baked rocks are never hard to find. And then there is Rio.
A worn footpath leads through the thickest part of forest, to almost the diresct middle of the territory. Here there is a sandy bluff, with a small town nestled beside it. It has only one paved rode, with shops srrounding it. The rest is tiny houses and a few dirt roads. abandoned horse carriges lay about here and there, and the skeletons of humans. Where the footpath leads to the ton, a crooked sight hangs stating in black letters, 'Rio'. It was translated long ago by a very old, wise wolf. What had happened to this town? Disease? War? A mass murder? They will never know.
