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Post by Stellark on May 3, 2013 20:44:32 GMT -7
everyone was merely settling down for the night when the roar of flames erupted among the peaceful living of new yorkers. the red orange flames climbed buildings at the speed of light and soon enough, they started to fall. ash fell down like snow, layer after layer. sheet after sheet. dust and debris carried through the street as the city was evacuated. people were moved into camps until they figured out the situation, how it started, and what they planned to do next. once the fire was cleared, extinguished, officials were sent in. the city of new york was nonperishable. not repairable. gone forever.
meanwhile, the two packs fled. each blaming the other for flushing them out of their homes. the east side nearly suffocated by ash, the west merely dealing with the scrambling people. the hate between each pack grew. and it was even worse. both leaders of each pack, disappeared. none were found in the ruble. no scents, or traces of ether. the east had been weak under the rules of Chimere, but now they were in shambles with no second in command to carry things out. the east grew into a pack of hostile beasts, threatening to tear apart the west without warning. they were all closing down for the night in the subway when ash came down like rain in a flash flood, burring them alive. it was pure luck few survived.
now, they are ate one another's throats in pure, unwavering hate. who will break first? war is on the brink, and both sides have no weapons.....
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