Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-25808351-20191027160552

@Theater Group: As Lance holds the heart, it suddenly beats once before falling silent again. “The story of The Stray is a sad one indeed, one not meant for the faint of heart. The story begins with two wolves of rival packs, their packs having fought one another for thousands of years!”

The mist swirls upon the stage and figures are formed, a depiction of wolf packs in vicious combat.

“However, something changed. The alpha male of one pack (a depiction of a black furred wolf with flaring red eyes is formed) and then the alpha female of the other pack (a depiction of a white wolf with bright blue eyes is formed) end up falling in love. The two concealed their romance for many centuries, reluctantly fighting each other to maintain the deception of their kin, lest the alphas be branded traitors.”

“One night the alpha female and alpha male abandoned their kin a meet at their usual ground, and there in the light of the moon these two beasts of unrivaled strength conceived a child.”

Mist swirls and forms an image of the two wolves side by side with a single pup in their care.

“But, such happiness wasn’t theirs to have. Their kin learned of the hybrid child, and wasted no time seeking to undo the betrayal.”

Mist then forms a bloody scene of the white wolf and black wolf fighting off an army of other wolves, while their pup whimpers in the corner, cold, frightened and hungry. The angered army of wolves fight relentlessly to get past the alphas, until the female picks up the pup and runs, leaving the black wolf to fight alone.

“She ran, my friends. In fear of her pup’s life, she left her love to his fate. Yet her’s was sealed. Many other wolves gave chase to the mother, and she made the most difficult decision she could, she placed the pup in a human’s horse drawn wagon. After placing her child, the pursuing wolves tore the alpha female apart. Until, a great hunter heard the commotion outside. Brandishing his shotgun he chased away the wolves. But the mother was dead.”

The mist forms and follows the theater man’s narration, changing and forming to the narrative.

“The man finds the pup in the wagon, and noticed right away the young beast is more than appears. Of black, midnight fur, yet sky blue eyes. The man spent many years raising the stray pup into a grand fighter dog. Before long the Stray was without equal, his lineage a mystery to him, but his path clear. The stray conquered all challengers, even his own kin who eventually came to claim his corpse.”