Five years passed and the human population is dwindling; tsunamis, earthquakes, volcano erruptions and violent storms are raging through the world, while someone is walking arround with the number 666 on the back of their hand.
Cities are crumbling and humans are scarce, the once life-filled city of Ney York is now empty and silent. Food is easy to come by, everything is laying around untouched and unclaimed. What used to be is no more, and what is, is a mess of bricks and muddy water.
Four packs will rise in dominance and they will grow stronger, claiming thier own lands and thier own ideas of democrecy or a rebublic of canines. Will a war start over this conspiracy? Can anyone make it out alive with all the bloodshed...
Ember beach isn’t very clear, the smog and low-hanging clouds make it look always overcast, and dirty. The sand is a gray-brown color, more like dirt then sand. When it rains here, it rains acid; acidic rain that kills all plants surrounding the beach. There are few, if no, fish and wildlife in the ocean; the water a brownish green. Very ugly and un-pleasing to the eye; but the beach is good for a run or battles. But little else, because nothing grows or lives here; figures.
The dump isn’t full of rotting crap like a normal dump; it is very old and has just non-degradable items like furniture and old windows. Most of the food stuff has been taken and hoarded by the rats and other animals. Cats like to settle here, feeding on the large rats and plump mice. Sometimes if you look closely, you can find seagull nests in the trash, the birds’ eggs make a good meal. Kittens roam free around here, and the old trash is interesting.
These ruins were once beautiful large and shiny skyscrapers, houses and fountains; also once they were in the actual city limits. But after the great fire of 2009, the city wall was rebuilt closer in; just cutting off the condemned buildings forever. It is very dusty near the ruins, a dog could very well near choke on the dust floating in the air. Sunlight filters through the dirty glass of the buildings and birds caw every so often; the place is quiet mostly, but very eerie also.
There isn’t anything really special about this place; just clean cut hedges and perfectly cut grass. The windows are stained glass, reflecting your reflection. A ring rings out of the hotel, just a fancy person calling for their servant; you hide in the bushes. You smell food; the chefs are preparing a gourmet meal for the people who can afford food prepared by masters. You slink out of the bushes and run around to the perfectly pruned garden with fountain and benches.
Ahhhh, smell the café’s baking their bread and cakes, their tea and sweets? If you don’t fancy sweet food, you can order some real food from the Italian place or Chinese takeout. The restaurants are fairly well maintained, the cafes more. Little tables are set up around the cafes and good smells are always in the air around here. To get here you cross the bridge over the fake river and walk down a little cobblestone path; everything here is set up as if nothing in the world is wrong.
Inside the gates are better kept then outside; real grass grows and water runs in a fake, but pleasant, river. Houses surround the fake river in the middle of the city and vendors and beggars walk the streets and alleyways. Children play in the brighter, cleaner part of town, and flowers are planted making the air smell clean and the bees buzz. You can just about see and hear everything from this part of town and this makes it a good lookout place, but no dog can claim it.
These brick walls were made a long time ago; they are a worn reddish-brown color and rough to the paw. All around the walls grow prickly bushes, ferns and skinny vines that crawl pitifully up the stone. Keep going around the wall and you will come to the main entrance; garbage piles up around the poorly kept entrance and dust clogs that air. There are two more openings in the wall, one adjacent to the main and another smaller, more secret one hidden among the plants.
A cold wind blows; the air is crisp, smelling of pine and fir trees. Everyday the sunrises in the east and a salty breeze comes off the sea. Head up the mountain, and you will come to a clearing with the softest bed of pine needles under foot that you have ever felt. A cold and clear little creek runs through the clearing and if you keep heading up, you will find the source of the creek a small spring.
The masters pack is known for their fishing and aquatic traits. They swim well; and love to fish and dig for clams as their main source of food. Most of the pack’s land is prairie, dappled with ponds and large rivers. Karman Lake is located in the smack middle of the masters pack land and it is full of fish and other tasty things to eat. A small range of mini mountains surround half of the land and caves dot the western part of the range. And many dogs use them for sleeping and rearing pups. They are roomy and comfortable; and many dogs can fit in them at once. Founder: Larka Leader: Larka Deputy: Open
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