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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:19 am
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 8:08 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 8:36 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 12:33 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 5:32 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:17 pm
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2.7.2016 I'm taking the opportunity that this is still in the pack sub-forum to let everyone know that this has been an amazing journey and I'm thankful you all were here for it! I apologize for not disbanding this sooner. It had been something I had been heavily considering for some time as I need to put my available GAIA time elsewhere. I hope everyone manages to find new and exciting things for their wild dogs to do! <3
I would like to mention that I have no intention of re-banding the Nyota-Wasomaji and would like to request that no one do. This was my first pride/pack and I believe my first I/T as well. It holds a special place in my heart and always will. I'd rather carry the memories of my time with it and move on to bigger and better things. <3
A bit of IC-information to an explanation as to why the pack disbanded (ICly).
The Baraza was never able to recover from the Great Shaking. Even with some guidance from the God of Seasons to Alnilam, it wasn't enough. The pack was slowly withering, few rogues joining, births slowed to a crawl and with members aging, Alnilam grew desperate. Some blame her for what happened, putting faith in a god beyond their Mothers three, while some do not shoulder the blame entirely on the starry Baraza. One thing is for certain, the pack is gone.
The storm destroyed all, thunder and lightning set the sky aglow and soon the plains as well. Fire burned, forcing what herds remained to flee the flames or be consumed in them. The packlands hardly had time to recover before the ground shook once more. Cracks formed and it heaved. Baraza Alnilam was one of those lost to the earth. All that remained was her ancestor's silver collar.
The remaining wild dogs fled the uncertain ground, heading south and out of the lands and into the roguelands. The packlands were lost to the earth, their homes reduced to rubble and all of the stories carved on them gone.
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