THE PACK
An open hostel land in the Northwest Mountains, the Wolves have escaped thier captors. However escaping was the easy part. Now freedom is the name of the game and everyones playing for keeps. Will the wolves unite to face this daughting and well equipped foe. Or will they slip back into the shackles they fought so long to break.
The Wolves, and lost and abused group of Hybrids, now head out to the open forest of the Tibberon Mountains. Freed however not safe the Wolves must journey to find stability. However they are not to mistaken for simple mortals, for within their bodies lie destructive and unique abilities, force in through their DNA. Woven in their fabric of flesh tissue and organs forced into thier bodies by thier dark and sinister host. Only known as the Gambit Project. Still hunted by the Gambit, the Wolves now hide. Blended into the human network. However Gambit will not rest until they find their former test subjects. Days and Months of Research will not be left to its own devices. It must be controlled, seized and organized in Gambits own vision.
Today one of the Wolves, Blade an insensate rebel, with his brother, Dagger, or as he choices to call him self, "Scout." head down the peaks running from the source of their pain and suffering. With anger and fury in Blades eyes he wishes to take revenge on those who augmented his form and mind, to be used as a weapon. Blade seeks Gambit's destruction, no matter what end it might create.
Footsteps cracked and compounded on the icy Snow from the mountains. The soft crunch crunch of boots and tennis shoes over frozen sparse rain moving slowly down the mountian side. The Northern Winds died at day break, as the sun peaked out over the Valley. The sound of weighed down trees creaking and cracking from the heavy snow fall from the night before pressed down on the evergreen, in a blanket of white.
"Blade... How much further." A young man asked to his older, and more self stern brother. "We've walked for two days and all we found was some rabbits, and an owl... I can't eat such small things." The elder scoffed as he pushed a branch away from his face to look at the Valley below. His yellow eyes gleaming as he looked about.
"Theres an abandoned cabin not to far from here. Their might be food, if were lucky." He assured. "Come on." With a clean swipe of his sword he cut the branch the wood and snow crumbling to the white below Blade's feet. "We'll have alteast somewhere to rest for the night." He looked around. "So long as no one is thinking the same thing." The sunlight gleamed in the sword, as Blade sheeted the weapon back behind his back. He tugged on the rope that held the scabbard and jumped off the short cliff side, lower into the valley. He landed in some soft snow feet first. He looked up. "Come on Scout." The younger Blonde Wolf timidly looked to the side, but then jumped easly behind.
Scout clutched his bag of medical supplies close, providing some warmth. "Tshk, if you so cold, why don't you change. Your fur is alot warmer that that satchel." He nodded , but did not do as his brother suggested. The two walked on closer toward the cabin. "Lets hope Gambit is still busy with the mess we made. The Jail break left the place to pieces... But I doubt that it will keep them occupied for long."
