This place is a little weird [History]

[Bret]

History

For thousands of years, the Earth has always been thought to be the center of life. For humans and animals alike, Earth was grand, the supreme being, and the center of it all. Then our focused shifted and Space was our main priority. Thousands of dollars were pumped into space, trying to feed the humans idea of exploration, and then to the sea. It seemed that human curiosity was never satisfied, and the animal world recognized this. Their animal counterparts were always cringing at the next way Humans would rip something apart, the next way their beloved Mother Earth would be destroyed, but even as enlightened as the animals of Earth seem to be, they have all forgotten their roots. For creation does not give a creature the ability to live in harmony with a planet, if there wasn’t a catch. And this catch is bigger than anyone could ever fathom.

When you look to the heavens, you can only dream of what’s there. But what if what really was there was home? The source of your roots like some Alien Science Fiction Movie? Could you wrap your mind around it?

For millions of years, Archaic has existed. It’s beautiful, ethereal planet peacefully spinning in its own orbit. This is the home of the source of all animals. But those species in which could not co-exist with its rugged beauty were quickly wiped out of existence. There are only Canines now. Packs of wolves, which own this world and operate it like no human, or Earth animal could ever imagine- in exact balanced harmony, lest their species too, be destroyed. For millions of years, there has always been Archaic. A planet of extremes, of beauty, of alien grace. And this is the source of the Earth life for animals.

As the humans began to destroy their planet, a rift was opened by the heavens. The agreement was made to send the creatures of perfection from Archaic to accompany the humans on the earth. With their skills of living in Harmony with their planet, it was the hope that the creatures could teach humans how to live in harmony with their planet. At first, the mission was going well. But overtime, the animals lost control. The atmosphere of Earth created holes in their memories. Archaic’s creatures began losing memories. And slowly through the time, as they forgot how to live in existence with the Earth, they could no longer communicate to the humans. Without powers, and speech, they became a lesser being. Those that survived went on to domestication, completely forgetting where they came from all together as generation after generation accepted Earth as the source of their existence. The mission had failed, the rift was closed, and the creatures of Archaic—now enslaved to the existence of a human world, were forgotten by those of the homeland. Archaic went into war, and all those that fought over the loss of their loved ones, succumbed to their planet’s cruel grace, and thus were killed off. Only the Canines, with their inherited affinity to family, survived.

Years went by, and as the elder generations died off, very few remembered the Great War, the dying of other races, and their lost genetic brethren, but those that did remember passed the story on to the next great leaders, hoping one day this sacred knowledge would be revealed. Generations have come and gone, and life has taken a new existence. Your Pack is your lifeblood. Archaic is programmed with secrets of survival. Only those in a pack survive this harsh land. Those that go against Pack Law, are ousted and as if to add insult to injury, their memories are slowly scrubbed from their minds.

We live in Rocky harmony with Archaic, to know her, is to love her. And to love her, is to love and live in your pack. We are all universally connected to our Planet and our Planet’s inhabitants, and to break that connection, is death.

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