Somewhere, long long ago, the world was different than it is today.
People came in many more different shapes and sizes, some even had hints of animal traits in them, some, had only a hint of human traits in them.
There was a time when the sun did not shine on anywhere, but a single field, next to a forest.
The people all wanted the one field for themselves, and had many long debates, wars and protests. After a while, the crops around the world withered from the lack of sun, and many people died. After a while, communication was lost, the wars ceased, and only a handfull of people remained.
Of these people were all sorts, yellow black and white, furred, non furred, and even children. But it seemed after a few generations, the people with no fur vanished, and the furred people became the only ones, having carvings in a large boulder at the edge of the field that read.
"You are reaching the end of the field, where there is nothing, turn back now, or join the nothing."
The people there had lost sight of technology, returning to the simpler ways, drinking from a river that flowwed through the field, and feeding directly from nature.
Rules:
No spamming.
Romance is allowed, but no cybering.
You may only kill someone when you have permission from them.
Obey the ToS
profiles
Name:
race(what animal traits you have):
Level of mix(IE. mostly human, mostly animal, only ears and tail, etc.):
age:
family:
