Lady Minchi
Pokemon Breeder
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- 13
- Years
- a tree next door to the pkmn day care
- Seen May 19, 2011
The tale of a young Volkskrylom (the winged wolf species on Eternia) and her tribe.
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Intro
Eternia. The island which homes the great Volkskrylom (wingedwolf) tribes. One of those tribes is Imion. They live on the top of a towering plateau. The only option for them to survive is flying. Living on this plateau has brought the tribe peace and time to thrive.
Surrounding the plateau are vast woodlands. To the northeast of it are mountains, tall and wide. Those massive mountains also hold a winged-wolf tribe. To the southwest of the mountains dwells another Volkskrylom tribe. They who live there have adapted to the forest, bearing the advantage of camoflauge.
The Imion have adapted to their surroundings. Every den is underground, due to the shortage of shelter. In the center of their tribe's village grows their sacred tree, Pankul. Similar to the geographic position of Pankul, the tribe's customs surround the tree. The Full-Bloom Ceremony is just one of their many ceremonies.
This one specific tribe has a prophecy; a prophecy about a silver wolf with an eye that holds the power of true wisdom.
Prologue
"NO!" The trees were spinning past and my heart was pounding. No, no no no no. "MOM!!!" I stumbled over a root and my front left paw felt broken. I managed to stand up, ignoring all the pain. I had to save her; the no-furs couldn't take her away. This wasn't fair; I still needed her. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. I began to run, my vision blurred from tears. "MOM!! Where are you!?!" I skidded to a stop. An image appeared in my head; it was my mother muzzled in a crate. Her eyes were sealed shut and her beautiful wings were stained with blood. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Mom. And I began to howl mournfully.
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SHOW IT TO OTHERS WITHOUT RECIEVING MY PERMISSION.
~WINGS~©
Book One: Eye
(in another forum it was voted "Story of the Week")
Book One: Eye
(in another forum it was voted "Story of the Week")
Intro
Eternia. The island which homes the great Volkskrylom (wingedwolf) tribes. One of those tribes is Imion. They live on the top of a towering plateau. The only option for them to survive is flying. Living on this plateau has brought the tribe peace and time to thrive.
Surrounding the plateau are vast woodlands. To the northeast of it are mountains, tall and wide. Those massive mountains also hold a winged-wolf tribe. To the southwest of the mountains dwells another Volkskrylom tribe. They who live there have adapted to the forest, bearing the advantage of camoflauge.
The Imion have adapted to their surroundings. Every den is underground, due to the shortage of shelter. In the center of their tribe's village grows their sacred tree, Pankul. Similar to the geographic position of Pankul, the tribe's customs surround the tree. The Full-Bloom Ceremony is just one of their many ceremonies.
This one specific tribe has a prophecy; a prophecy about a silver wolf with an eye that holds the power of true wisdom.
Prologue
"NO!" The trees were spinning past and my heart was pounding. No, no no no no. "MOM!!!" I stumbled over a root and my front left paw felt broken. I managed to stand up, ignoring all the pain. I had to save her; the no-furs couldn't take her away. This wasn't fair; I still needed her. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. I began to run, my vision blurred from tears. "MOM!! Where are you!?!" I skidded to a stop. An image appeared in my head; it was my mother muzzled in a crate. Her eyes were sealed shut and her beautiful wings were stained with blood. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Mom. And I began to howl mournfully.
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