"I tell you now the words of Red Moon. From the great spirit was born the Wolf and Man became its messenger. In other words, the human race was created from Wolves. So says the author of the Book of the Moon. It was all supposed to be a fairy tale. But you know... there's always some truth in fairy tales."
"Oi oi oi! I think I've found something!"
Name: Donivan
Age: 7
Wolf year age: 49
"Can we eat it?"
Appearance age: 25
The man looked down at a sleeping drunkard who appeared to be dead.
"It's not moving, Cher!!" He grinned and took a step forward but was sharply tugged back by the woman behind him.
"Donivan! Get away. He's sleeping..."
Name: Chere
Age: 9
Wolf year age: 63
"Let's get out of here before we're found again."
Appearance age: 29
The blond woman grasped on to her red headed brother's wrist, pulling him away from the sleeping man and taking off quickly down the ally. Her heels clicked along with his heavy boots.
"Cher! Cher! Slow down!" he called, but no avail. After a mile passed, he pulled his arm form her grasp.
"Cher! what's gotte-"She shot him a glare and cut him off.
"Donivan! The magic doesn't work anymore. They've figured out a way to tell if we're really wolves."Silence followed her voice.
"Doni... soon, they're going to spread a toxic gas through out the city to rid them of us. The gas only affects Wolves... we.."He shook his head.
"have... to leave..?" He asked her. She nodded.
"But Cher... we've lived her.. for so long... why-"
"I don't know... but.. I heard soldiers talking... we.. we have to find someone.. we have to tell the rest of the animals.."After wolves had learned to hide themselves among men, Other animals learned to do the same. Birds, foxes, lynx... any animal that wanted to be left alone resorted to living with the humans. And soon, most humans thought that animal's had died out. At least... people who weren't hunters.
Hunters had learned to tell the difference between real people and the masks by watching the habits of certain marked creatures. So creatures were forced to flee cities and towns for years on end... Until Paradise was opened again.
~My story is from the view of two Irish wolves by the name of Cher and Donivan. Only one part of the whole story. It's no longer just wolves involved now. Join me in a journey to Paradise. No animal is the best. No man is unbeatable. No destination is unthinkable.~
Character Bios:
Cher-
Cher is the more down to earth of the twins. She carries her mothers wit about her and has had enough to deal with since her parents died, leaving her and her brother, Donivan. After their foolish father ran out on them, she has wanted nothing to do with any of his old fairy tales, unlike Donivan. She detests especially the name... "Paradise."
Donivan-
He's the more "happy go lucky" of the two siblings. His red hair and silly attitude towards life reflects the opposite of his blond, prude sister. He's always believed in his father's stories, mainly the one of Paradise. He doesn't think that his parents are really gone, just waiting for them to finish their journey to Paradise on their own. After trying to persuade his sister of this... well... he hasn't yet.
