Post by Shade on Nov 1, 2012 13:03:04 GMT -5
This is just the prologue really. It's more or less a script for a comic my friend is going to draw.
The world was lush at one time. Filled with life and movement. Every living animal knew its place. Knew the balance of life was delicate. And the treasured that balance for longer than any of them could remember.
But like all things must, that changed. Some of the animals got greedy. They wanted to rule over all the others. This animal was man.
They changed their environment to suit their needs and ideals. They lost touch with their fellow animals. They enslaved them and each other. Man was vicious and nasty. Most of the other animals turned their backs on man or chose to use man for their own gain.
But the dogs saw fear in man and took pity. They vowed to stand by man and act as a protector against those who would harm them. Even though some men betrayed their trust, dogs stayed by man as they had vowed. Thus they were there when it all changed.
Dogs watched the first of men die by their own hands. And they were there when the last did.
Most animals, especially the large predators, had died with man or had their numbers so depleted they were no threat. The land was scared from man with very little green for prey to hide in. But dogs survived.
It was many years before there were large packs of them, but by then the world was a dog’s world. After a couple generations the dogs began to discover powers they had developed from the waste man left behind.
At first they did not use these powers, for they had deemed it evil, gradually they began to see this power as a gift. A gift for never leaving man, not when they were betrayed by man, not when man used them, not ever. It was just as much a gift as the elongated life spans they had been given by man when they were still together. But like all great powers it eventually began to corrupt.
The world was lush at one time. Filled with life and movement. Every living animal knew its place. Knew the balance of life was delicate. And the treasured that balance for longer than any of them could remember.
But like all things must, that changed. Some of the animals got greedy. They wanted to rule over all the others. This animal was man.
They changed their environment to suit their needs and ideals. They lost touch with their fellow animals. They enslaved them and each other. Man was vicious and nasty. Most of the other animals turned their backs on man or chose to use man for their own gain.
But the dogs saw fear in man and took pity. They vowed to stand by man and act as a protector against those who would harm them. Even though some men betrayed their trust, dogs stayed by man as they had vowed. Thus they were there when it all changed.
Dogs watched the first of men die by their own hands. And they were there when the last did.
Most animals, especially the large predators, had died with man or had their numbers so depleted they were no threat. The land was scared from man with very little green for prey to hide in. But dogs survived.
It was many years before there were large packs of them, but by then the world was a dog’s world. After a couple generations the dogs began to discover powers they had developed from the waste man left behind.
At first they did not use these powers, for they had deemed it evil, gradually they began to see this power as a gift. A gift for never leaving man, not when they were betrayed by man, not when man used them, not ever. It was just as much a gift as the elongated life spans they had been given by man when they were still together. But like all great powers it eventually began to corrupt.