The Ignited Ones RP

In the beginning, wolves and beasts were the same. They lived in packs, following the ancient ways of the wolf. There was only survival of the fittest and instinct until one day everything changed.

Heavenwards in the sky where the wolves often sang, a star fell from it. This fallen star, The Spark, crashed into Animus and the devastation was immediate. The star shook the earth and all across Animus life would never be the same again. Wolf and beast were changed, evolving into bizarre and predatory forms to reign over this new Animus.

From the ashes of this world came the first Ignited Ones but humanity had not yet sparkled in their empty eyes.

Lifetimes passed, far more than any creature alive could ever comprehend. The new beasts evolved a gut able to survive on meat and teeth to kill so they could escape starvation. This included each other and everyone was now either prey or competition.

It was from this frenzied cannibalisms did something worse happen. A brain destroying plague ate through the minds of beasts and wolves, driving them to madness. The Soulless Sickness as it came to be known ravaged Animus and nobody was safe.

The Lightless Ones were the exception, they were wolves who had evolved to be resistant and began thriving. The Ignited Ones suffered in the face of disease and powerful adversaries.

One day, the first inklings of awakening had come to the Ignited Ones. They knew too much now to be beasts and had become sapient. Their world changed forever.

Their sapience awoke the gifts in themselves, bringing forth The Primal Forces of Nature. Only those with awareness and understanding could fathom such power to properly harness this leftover of The Spark.

It was from the maws of Ignited wolves came the spoken word of what they named The Oath of Order, a code of honor that was created to ensure their shaky survival. This Oath was spread far and wide upon song. The Ignited Ones knew this code of honor was what separated the wolf from the beast.

Many across Animus have come to be lost to time, buried within snow and ice so far down no wolf alive remember but the fighting spirit remained deep in the bones of descendants. Inhabited by Worgs and Zhurs, they are the sole survivors of many lost from the evolutionary Tree of Life. Present day, Animus remains ferocious and unforgiving as it did long ago but the wolves have found their niche.