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on December 27, 2017
Quilladon Creation Story
Note: Understand that this is not a roleplaying forum to which you can reply to, but more so an informative one for those whom are curious in the fable of Wolfbane and the universe he comes from. No replying, unless informed otherwise directly(via Private Message or IM). To ensure no one is OVERWHELMED with the gorge of text, I will post segments of the storytelling in pieces! Fair enough? In addition, understand that this is the canon universe of Wolfbane. Whilst the universe takes concepts of the universe of My Little Pony. Conflicts, arcs, locations, and even content, makes this adaptive(Alternate-Canon) Along the empty, dark, and long hallways of the Corridor, bared of dark marble columns enriched of the Earth's dust that kissed its stone. Clothed in elder hunter green vale that were refined of their antique age and smelled of rustic pine, as well, a scent that felt... Other worldly. The whistling howls in the cool cambering Shiloh of what Wolfbane would claim as his studyhall. Far from the grand library of Canterlot, assuring to keep its distance from the hierarchy; Day in and out, for months, years even, our explorer saved his earnings to purchase this quiet lot. If one were to past through the Celestial gardens towards the Northeast- would envision a bridge onlooking over the waterfall that underneath it's current held a dim turquoises glow of orbs that would light the path to this old Atrium, normally at dusk throughout the night. Even in your presence, reaching the opening arc entrance, To stare down that dim blue void seemed eerie, to give you second thoughts to take your venture any further. No worries, for peering from that silhouette of night, a snow coat would greet you. But not from any Equestrian Stallion, oh no. He was tall that of the Saddle Arabian pony, but looked heavy as if he ripped from the life of times of Sparta. His stride was almost a stomp, like a bulldog. Chest forward, and his lower hind haunches dipped low. Even the leer gave you a piercing glowing gaze almost if he were to devour you in a inhaling gulp. "Huh, so stubborn enough to stay around and poke your head into the bear trap. Alright, mind this will be a spell of a time.. So I hope your not seeking a short debriefing." Encircling his body slowly- his golden streaked and crimson tail whipped aggressively to snap you out of your nonsensical fear. If he were to 'kill' you, you would not have made it across that bridge in the first place. And to send the guards on high alert that their prime Map Maker was a murderer. You were guided in these halls for your curiosity, and longing for discovery of the unknown. How brave of you to dwell there. Into a past that was dark, demonic, and truly unkind. To the world and to themselves. Wolfbane would entrust you to understand him, his life, the pain that he and his breed had befallen to. And the rise of their ashes as a new nation would roar and erupt to clamor, "Power, Sovereignty. In death, We live." The motto of the breath, engraved into the arch of the stairs that lead to his library. He stopped you for a moment to stay, for where you stood was the tale of whom he was. In his bloodline.. The creation of his breed for you to take hark. "Where you stand of my old Kingdoms insignia is known as the Obelisk of Tsu-Kar. That pillar is where my ancestors live within. Engraved of 72 names, souls of unfathomable power. That could either create life, destroy it, sustain it, whatever this world would need to continue it's existence. But I wont go through ALL of them, just the two whom were the catalyst. And their names were Clandestino And Barbatos, the feral huntsmen." Lifting his head up, he would direct you to the to ascending pillar statues, holding the arch with claw like hands clutching the edges of stone. On the left, The demonic Barbatos. And to the right, the equally demonic, Clandestino. "On the left was an old bearded and ruthless demon that loved and drowned in the sensation of flaunting power. Even if that meant, the lives of innocence would be our stock to feed on. This was to ensure that no soul would never be deemed as something that shouldn't be given a second glance. The blood of ones soul enriches [Barbatos] with power. That was his manifesto, and in our home, is known as the belief of the RED. The true feral, that you do not kill for survival or cause your 'hungry', Barbatos has given you a power. The ultimate power to cause extinction. You can rip through flesh, bone, rocks, even metals. You have become the weapon of him, and to flaunt that strength is to show the world that Barbatos is very much alive. And thus, will return. But not as a entity of himself, but as a mass colony of beings. Quilladons. It is him the ones whom do turn feral are fully coherent of their strength, emotions, and the deeds they preform during this bloodlust change." For a moment, Wolfbane paused, looking down towards his shoulder, upon that was his cutie mark. Pointing his tail to the right in a leisure sway he looks up, giving future story of the creation of the elder race, "This long mane son of a bitch stallion is Clandestino. An ally to Barbatos, and dearest friends ever since. But during this time of strife, Clandestino saw in the teachings of the demon to be senseless and wasteful. Funny enough his teachings were no better. While he to, promoted display of power, saw life as precious. And to kill, is to live. The Natural order. Almost a romantic symphony that someone's life has been throw upon you to continue your tale. To drink their soul is to caress your heart in their whispers of, "Live on. Even long after your death.", The belief of the BLUE. And how he would give us the power of 'choice' during our feral times." "Lyrical, but still. Bloody testaments. So, what was different in what a RED believed than a BLUE? Simple, Blues respected the natural cycle of life. And whilst ultimately both existed with the intentions of killing. Blues believed in patience, that to be given [Clandestino's] power is just one step to many. Understanding that many whom are prey upon will fight against this, it is their universal right of the law of life. It is of fairness to all races, yet if they do fail. The solemn contract is written for you to take, and thus, another ladder to rise. But for a RED, there is no fairness. Everyone is stripped of that even your own kin. To give creatures a chance to rebel back, is to loose. So to prevent that you slay now and ask questions later. It was the impatient and immaturity ideology of this that Cland detest to so greatly. Their teachings began to strain upon each other to the point blood was drawn, and they fought savagely for days. MONTHS nonstop. The ravine abyssal crack on the sea level that is visible from above was the clash between the two- is the result of their conflict spar. But even then, there will be a victor in the end. And Clandestino would be the one to claim crown, how did he defeat a duke? None the less. And more importantly, there had to be a series of events for the warring feud to happen. There is, but for another time."
Note: Understand that this is not a roleplaying forum to which you can reply to, but more so an informative one for those whom are curious in the fable of Wolfbane and the universe he comes from. No replying, unless informed otherwise directly(via Private Message or IM). To ensure no one is OVERWHELMED with the gorge of text, I will post segments of the storytelling in pieces! Fair enough? In addition, understand that this is the canon universe of Wolfbane. Whilst the universe takes concepts of the universe of My Little Pony. Conflicts, arcs, locations, and even content, makes this adaptive(Alternate-Canon) Along the empty, dark, and long hallways of the Corridor, bared of dark marble columns enriched of the Earth's dust that kissed its stone. Clothed in elder hunter green vale that were refined of their antique age and smelled of rustic pine, as well, a scent that felt... Other worldly. The whistling howls in the cool cambering Shiloh of what Wolfbane would claim as his studyhall. Far from the grand library of Canterlot, assuring to keep its distance from the hierarchy; Day in and out, for months, years even, our explorer saved his earnings to purchase this quiet lot. If one were to past through the Celestial gardens towards the Northeast- would envision a bridge onlooking over the waterfall that underneath it's current held a dim turquoises glow of orbs that would light the path to this old Atrium, normally at dusk throughout the night. Even in your presence, reaching the opening arc entrance, To stare down that dim blue void seemed eerie, to give you second thoughts to take your venture any further. No worries, for peering from that silhouette of night, a snow coat would greet you. But not from any Equestrian Stallion, oh no. He was tall that of the Saddle Arabian pony, but looked heavy as if he ripped from the life of times of Sparta. His stride was almost a stomp, like a bulldog. Chest forward, and his lower hind haunches dipped low. Even the leer gave you a piercing glowing gaze almost if he were to devour you in a inhaling gulp. "Huh, so stubborn enough to stay around and poke your head into the bear trap. Alright, mind this will be a spell of a time.. So I hope your not seeking a short debriefing." Encircling his body slowly- his golden streaked and crimson tail whipped aggressively to snap you out of your nonsensical fear. If he were to 'kill' you, you would not have made it across that bridge in the first place. And to send the guards on high alert that their prime Map Maker was a murderer. You were guided in these halls for your curiosity, and longing for discovery of the unknown. How brave of you to dwell there. Into a past that was dark, demonic, and truly unkind. To the world and to themselves. Wolfbane would entrust you to understand him, his life, the pain that he and his breed had befallen to. And the rise of their ashes as a new nation would roar and erupt to clamor, "Power, Sovereignty. In death, We live." The motto of the breath, engraved into the arch of the stairs that lead to his library. He stopped you for a moment to stay, for where you stood was the tale of whom he was. In his bloodline.. The creation of his breed for you to take hark. "Where you stand of my old Kingdoms insignia is known as the Obelisk of Tsu-Kar. That pillar is where my ancestors live within. Engraved of 72 names, souls of unfathomable power. That could either create life, destroy it, sustain it, whatever this world would need to continue it's existence. But I wont go through ALL of them, just the two whom were the catalyst. And their names were Clandestino And Barbatos, the feral huntsmen." Lifting his head up, he would direct you to the to ascending pillar statues, holding the arch with claw like hands clutching the edges of stone. On the left, The demonic Barbatos. And to the right, the equally demonic, Clandestino. "On the left was an old bearded and ruthless demon that loved and drowned in the sensation of flaunting power. Even if that meant, the lives of innocence would be our stock to feed on. This was to ensure that no soul would never be deemed as something that shouldn't be given a second glance. The blood of ones soul enriches [Barbatos] with power. That was his manifesto, and in our home, is known as the belief of the RED. The true feral, that you do not kill for survival or cause your 'hungry', Barbatos has given you a power. The ultimate power to cause extinction. You can rip through flesh, bone, rocks, even metals. You have become the weapon of him, and to flaunt that strength is to show the world that Barbatos is very much alive. And thus, will return. But not as a entity of himself, but as a mass colony of beings. Quilladons. It is him the ones whom do turn feral are fully coherent of their strength, emotions, and the deeds they preform during this bloodlust change." For a moment, Wolfbane paused, looking down towards his shoulder, upon that was his cutie mark. Pointing his tail to the right in a leisure sway he looks up, giving future story of the creation of the elder race, "This long mane son of a bitch stallion is Clandestino. An ally to Barbatos, and dearest friends ever since. But during this time of strife, Clandestino saw in the teachings of the demon to be senseless and wasteful. Funny enough his teachings were no better. While he to, promoted display of power, saw life as precious. And to kill, is to live. The Natural order. Almost a romantic symphony that someone's life has been throw upon you to continue your tale. To drink their soul is to caress your heart in their whispers of, "Live on. Even long after your death.", The belief of the BLUE. And how he would give us the power of 'choice' during our feral times." "Lyrical, but still. Bloody testaments. So, what was different in what a RED believed than a BLUE? Simple, Blues respected the natural cycle of life. And whilst ultimately both existed with the intentions of killing. Blues believed in patience, that to be given [Clandestino's] power is just one step to many. Understanding that many whom are prey upon will fight against this, it is their universal right of the law of life. It is of fairness to all races, yet if they do fail. The solemn contract is written for you to take, and thus, another ladder to rise. But for a RED, there is no fairness. Everyone is stripped of that even your own kin. To give creatures a chance to rebel back, is to loose. So to prevent that you slay now and ask questions later. It was the impatient and immaturity ideology of this that Cland detest to so greatly. Their teachings began to strain upon each other to the point blood was drawn, and they fought savagely for days. MONTHS nonstop. The ravine abyssal crack on the sea level that is visible from above was the clash between the two- is the result of their conflict spar. But even then, there will be a victor in the end. And Clandestino would be the one to claim crown, how did he defeat a duke? None the less. And more importantly, there had to be a series of events for the warring feud to happen. There is, but for another time."
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