Post by Redclaws on Jun 21, 2010 23:46:13 GMT -6
OOC: Please note that I'm disregarding Eclipse just because it makes for a better story, and this way she can write her own story. I was writing it as if I was still in the forest, but I was in this forest at the time, so I'll do it from that point of view 
Redclaw woke to a shining sun and a lush forest. No drought worries here. Everything was happy and chipper in the Forest of Less Lust, with not a hot, thirsty, or starving wolf to be found. It almost made the drought in the normal Forest of Lust seem almost unbelieveable. There was a fine line where the grass stopped being brown and prickly and turned lush and green. Redclaw had tried to coax members of the lust filled forest over to his forest, with the promise of shelter and comfort, but they were all under the power of the second spell that the Forest of Lust had on it. It was addicting. These wolves were risking their lives just for a few cheap thrills. Whatever, it was their funeral.
It was a normal, peaceful day when it happened. Redclaw was about to go hunting near the border of the two forests, when he suddenly smelled something dry and musty. At first he thought it was some type of moose, but with another sniff, he recognized the pungent odor of fire. Not too alarmed, he strolled back into the normal forest to see how bad it was. What he saw shook him to the core. It looked like the whole forest was going! And it was... Trees that had once been beautiful and lush were now charred and falling apart. Redcalw dashed in to help anyone who needed it. He tried to find Rallan, the leader, but he was nowhere to be found. Hoping he hadn't been killed, Redclaw started assisting wounded wolves and giving them a shoulder to lean on. He invited them to his forest to recover, and most of them said thanks, but no thanks, and left him. After this process had repeated a couple of times, he finally spotted Rallan, coming out of the blaze, tears in his eyes. It made Redclaw want to bawl. The forest had been his home once too, and while the sexual lifestyle didn't suit him anymore, it was still a part of him. He joined in the howl of depression as their yowls echoed across the now barren forest. The land was no longer livable. Redclaw pushed his way to the front to talk to Rallan. "Rallan... I am so, so sorry. You know you're always welcome to live in the Forest of Less Lust my friend." Noticing a faraway look in Rallan's eyes, he added, "If you have any lost friends, they may be here. It would be to your advantage to get back on your feet and show these wolves who their real leader is." Redclaw intertwined his tail with Rallan's, and nuzzled his shoulder in a friendly gesture. As the wolves started breaking off, Redclaw gave one last look to his friend, and headed back to his forest. He had work to do.
Redclaw woke to a shining sun and a lush forest. No drought worries here. Everything was happy and chipper in the Forest of Less Lust, with not a hot, thirsty, or starving wolf to be found. It almost made the drought in the normal Forest of Lust seem almost unbelieveable. There was a fine line where the grass stopped being brown and prickly and turned lush and green. Redclaw had tried to coax members of the lust filled forest over to his forest, with the promise of shelter and comfort, but they were all under the power of the second spell that the Forest of Lust had on it. It was addicting. These wolves were risking their lives just for a few cheap thrills. Whatever, it was their funeral.
It was a normal, peaceful day when it happened. Redclaw was about to go hunting near the border of the two forests, when he suddenly smelled something dry and musty. At first he thought it was some type of moose, but with another sniff, he recognized the pungent odor of fire. Not too alarmed, he strolled back into the normal forest to see how bad it was. What he saw shook him to the core. It looked like the whole forest was going! And it was... Trees that had once been beautiful and lush were now charred and falling apart. Redcalw dashed in to help anyone who needed it. He tried to find Rallan, the leader, but he was nowhere to be found. Hoping he hadn't been killed, Redclaw started assisting wounded wolves and giving them a shoulder to lean on. He invited them to his forest to recover, and most of them said thanks, but no thanks, and left him. After this process had repeated a couple of times, he finally spotted Rallan, coming out of the blaze, tears in his eyes. It made Redclaw want to bawl. The forest had been his home once too, and while the sexual lifestyle didn't suit him anymore, it was still a part of him. He joined in the howl of depression as their yowls echoed across the now barren forest. The land was no longer livable. Redclaw pushed his way to the front to talk to Rallan. "Rallan... I am so, so sorry. You know you're always welcome to live in the Forest of Less Lust my friend." Noticing a faraway look in Rallan's eyes, he added, "If you have any lost friends, they may be here. It would be to your advantage to get back on your feet and show these wolves who their real leader is." Redclaw intertwined his tail with Rallan's, and nuzzled his shoulder in a friendly gesture. As the wolves started breaking off, Redclaw gave one last look to his friend, and headed back to his forest. He had work to do.
