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The Great War of Clans.

Post by Furya »

(i got an idea. why not a war between three different species?)

it was night, and a large but lean and powerfull shape moved swiftly through a dark forest. A shadow that mankind would have adored much unlike others of their mythology, for the single slender horn atop the horse-like creatures head marked her as a unicorn. That horn was as black as the rest of her, from her solid hooves, un-bearded chin {for it was the males who had the beards} to her feathery-furred ankles, and tufted lion-like tail.

But Pyra {her name was, for she could create fire with her horn} couldn't stay in one place for long, as she had werecougars tailing her. she'd been on a mission to find safe grazing grounds, but had been sighted by the abominations.

the Cougars were the culprits who started the whole war. they attacked first the unicorns, stealing young and killing the warriors, in deep winter against their usuall hunting times. but they weren't low on food, and were led by a monstrous Cougar named Queen Telsla, who was determined to bring the world to it's knees. She started with the unicrons for "practice" then had attack the werewolves, taking some to join her {some willingly, other's needed "encouragement"} and killing many others. Rumors flew that the Fans had fallen already, and the Gryffins were undersiege. It was no secret that the Phoenix Clans and Dragons would be last. For of all Magickind they were legendary in strength alone and possesed powers beyond imagination. The lesser of Magickind counted on them to be Telsla's downfall, but douted they would rescue them unless attacked themselves.

Pyra raced through the forest as quickly as the night was becoming day. She would have no hope of losing them at daylight, but... She struck her horn upon a hoof and set the sparks onto a tree. Quickly, the blaze spread though the woods, eating her cover, but stalling the scrawny Werewolf Scouts and their Cougar Scoutmaster long enough for her to make her escape into a hidden mountain valley.
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