Wolf Clan Exodious

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He had made many mistakes, too many. Now, he must search for a way to reduce or eliminate them...But how? He continued to pace about the confines of his seal, thinking hard. The fires and lava flows he had erected to remind him of Tartarus, of his home, died down somewhat, only to flare anew as his frustration grew. Animus gave them a withering look and everything went dead silent. Suddenly, he grinned, an idea having formed in his head. Dead...That was it. Quick and easy to do, and it didn't require much power on his part. But how could he do it without arousing too much attention from those vile sisters of his? He pondered that also, going over the various methods of death.

It came to him, then. A plague! An airborne plague that he could spread at will! He would decimate the packs, once and for all. Alpine was more useless than he had thought, and cowards as well. Unwilling or unable to help their Lord--their God!--they were no longer worthy of him. The Exodians and the Garshia, well, he would just decimate them too! He smiled, then set to work, creating a plague of magic. It would infect every living thing it came into contact with, and transfer their magic and life force to him, so that he might grow stronger and break free once and for all. The thought of causing the three packs to die out completely--to get revenge on his sisters--made him giddy with glee. Silently, intently, he went about his task...

Who will you chose to serve? The kindhearted Exodious pack, The Evil, Murderous Alpine Pack, or the Mad stricken Garshia pack? Many problems plague each pack as the Gods battle to protect or destroy the species upon the world in Exodious. It is up to you who shall win the battle.

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