Wyldfire
Apalachian American
- Joined
- Feb 17, 2004
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We've been seeing what you want,
You've got us cornered right now
Falling asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
For centuries we, the shifters have hidden amongst the flocks. As the decades went by most of our breeds diminished. We let the Lupines become the keepers of the flocks. They are the most numerous of us remaining, six species remain of our kin.
I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
They grew vain and arrogant. The lupines made a decision "for the good of the flocks". They could be the only remaining breed.
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
We the five remaining breeds are now making a desperate stand against our foolish bretheren. They are many to our few, but our few are some of the strongest. The Felines in their many subspecies, quick of claw, the keepers of secrets. The Ursines, the heart and soul, the feeders of the flocks, sacrificing their numbers long ago to keep the flocks alive through the long cold.
Along side of these are the Coyotero, the tricksters, the harbingers of fallen pride, tricksters all. The Corvin, messengers and speakers of tales, the sky is theirs to rule.
And lastly are the Gatorkings, the keepers of memory, dreaming of when they were the Dragonkings. They are the least in number, less than ten remain in the world.
We've been searching on and on
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around
We seek the key to turn the tides from out extinction at the hands of the Lupines. An object fell into their hands long ago bringing a madness to their ruling caste, it's destruction is our savior.
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind!
It is an ongoing war, one we are losing by inches. A shadow war out of the sight of the flocks.
The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending
Of what we've begun?
Will we remember
What we've done wrong?
There are rumors that we are closing in on the object. There are dreams of our final battle, did one of our own number cause this madness in the Lupines?
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
Who will rise up among us to battle this, the madness of our own folly?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a sketchy idea of where this will go. It is just sketchy enough that the players may influence it as we go one.
Acceptable players in this are the shifters and a very select few of "the Flocks" who have been drawn into this war. The Lupines are primarily antagonists, but there are a few who may be more receptive to the other shifters or outright shunned by their own kind for crimes against the Keepers of the Flock.
Please PM me with concepts and after approval post them here.
I hope this sounds as fun to others as it does to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The song that triggered this bit of silliness
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bqRn0rLq1c
You've got us cornered right now
Falling asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
For centuries we, the shifters have hidden amongst the flocks. As the decades went by most of our breeds diminished. We let the Lupines become the keepers of the flocks. They are the most numerous of us remaining, six species remain of our kin.
I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
They grew vain and arrogant. The lupines made a decision "for the good of the flocks". They could be the only remaining breed.
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
We the five remaining breeds are now making a desperate stand against our foolish bretheren. They are many to our few, but our few are some of the strongest. The Felines in their many subspecies, quick of claw, the keepers of secrets. The Ursines, the heart and soul, the feeders of the flocks, sacrificing their numbers long ago to keep the flocks alive through the long cold.
Along side of these are the Coyotero, the tricksters, the harbingers of fallen pride, tricksters all. The Corvin, messengers and speakers of tales, the sky is theirs to rule.
And lastly are the Gatorkings, the keepers of memory, dreaming of when they were the Dragonkings. They are the least in number, less than ten remain in the world.
We've been searching on and on
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around
We seek the key to turn the tides from out extinction at the hands of the Lupines. An object fell into their hands long ago bringing a madness to their ruling caste, it's destruction is our savior.
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind!
It is an ongoing war, one we are losing by inches. A shadow war out of the sight of the flocks.
The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending
Of what we've begun?
Will we remember
What we've done wrong?
There are rumors that we are closing in on the object. There are dreams of our final battle, did one of our own number cause this madness in the Lupines?
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
Who will rise up among us to battle this, the madness of our own folly?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a sketchy idea of where this will go. It is just sketchy enough that the players may influence it as we go one.
Acceptable players in this are the shifters and a very select few of "the Flocks" who have been drawn into this war. The Lupines are primarily antagonists, but there are a few who may be more receptive to the other shifters or outright shunned by their own kind for crimes against the Keepers of the Flock.
Please PM me with concepts and after approval post them here.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The song that triggered this bit of silliness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bqRn0rLq1c
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