Tribe Blackshear [A]

[Blackshear]

(( Because I dont know where ELSE to stick this for now..

IC Information will come as we get closer to Cataclysm. For now anyone interested should request an invite to join the Tribe Blackshear social group so that I might better keep tabs on who will be joining in the first days of the new expansion.

Clicky here! (http://wow-tng.org/group.php?groupid=195)


That is all. ))

[Blackshear]

The air is still save a gentle breeze, the surrounding forest is silent, and in the distance you hear a pitched scream. Another Gilnean falls victim to the infectious disease brought out from our very venom. We are Worgen. Ancient and powerful in our own right. Taken from our world of never ending blackness. Some say we were saved; brought here to be free from the Emerald Flame. How free are we? Wolf men, werewolves, monsters. Their words echoed once before they were silenced forever. We live in your mountains, in your caves. We survive because we are strong, we kill because you are weak. Blackshear means strength. Blackshear means blood. We are the first of the last. Born to an end we do not yet recognize.

The men behind the wall, delicious, weak, easy prey. The vile dead men to the east did nothing for our stomachs, making us ill and green. These men, tender and fresh, did nothing to defend themselves. Homes in the hills, far from any others. Lambs to the slaughter, an idea that was insulting to the lamb. At least that poor creature sensed death before it came. We move as one, we have always moved as one. Breathing and shifting as a solid entity in the nights mist. There are others that bear our marks, they are mindless beasts- unfit to live outside our long forgotten world. They are no better than the 'Gilneans'.


Our teeth break their skin, and if they are not finished quickly, they become like us. Humans, they are called, susceptible to a venom that did no such thing in our home world. Now we live with the curse we created. A city of wolf-men who know not what they are, what power they took by living when they should have been cut down. We stand on the precipice between two realities. Our safety in the mountains, and a time of living among those who were our meal once.

What are we to do?
Simple.
We will survive. As we always have. As my father Nadrik before me, I lead you, my tribe, into the dusk of a confused and broken world. We are Blackshear, we are pure, we are great, and we are like nothing they have seen yet in their pathetic lives.

[Pyrannis]

I am going to be starting a wolf when Cata goes live and would love to RP with a new guild of them as well