Post by SHARP FOX on Sept 26, 2010 4:48:14 GMT -5
One might say its hard to sum up years of loss, abandonment, and the creation of a feral world. Yet it seemed to take place rather fast. Here in the broken down and forgotten side of -St. Louis- a receding line of human development is being drawn. The worry of our generation, is the encroachment of our society on the land, but not here. This is in fact quite the opposite, a place were decayed old homes are left, were families are not growing, and instead are shying away. It is in this once habited land that a new breed is rising up to lay claim.
Canines now roam free. Without homes, chains, or petty tricks to perform, they have reverted back to a more primal state. Running the boundaries of these abandoned neighborhoods as their for fathers the wolves ran amongst trees. It is not an easy life. Food is scarce, territories small and boundaries defended to the death. Never stopping to lay in the lap of luxury, ever moving ever running, forever on guard. Most find it hard to fully abandon human attention. Some took no second thought in the choice of pet or stray. And now, many are born into this new ancient lifestyle.
Those furthest from human population are even said to have taken it one step further. A pack of ruthless feral, no longer feeling the call of human partnership, and instead having turned on those who once handled them. Dogs left for dead, or born into a hate for mankind. These canines are reported to even feed on the flesh of humanity. None returned to prove whether fact or fiction. Among society though, the name is whispered, the thought brought up more and more often. Is this the origin of a -REAL CUJO-.
How will you deal with this invasion? Were do you belong? Are you pet? Are you Stray? Feral perhaps? Or is it even something more sinister?
Join, enjoy, but always watch your back.....
Canines now roam free. Without homes, chains, or petty tricks to perform, they have reverted back to a more primal state. Running the boundaries of these abandoned neighborhoods as their for fathers the wolves ran amongst trees. It is not an easy life. Food is scarce, territories small and boundaries defended to the death. Never stopping to lay in the lap of luxury, ever moving ever running, forever on guard. Most find it hard to fully abandon human attention. Some took no second thought in the choice of pet or stray. And now, many are born into this new ancient lifestyle.
Those furthest from human population are even said to have taken it one step further. A pack of ruthless feral, no longer feeling the call of human partnership, and instead having turned on those who once handled them. Dogs left for dead, or born into a hate for mankind. These canines are reported to even feed on the flesh of humanity. None returned to prove whether fact or fiction. Among society though, the name is whispered, the thought brought up more and more often. Is this the origin of a -REAL CUJO-.
How will you deal with this invasion? Were do you belong? Are you pet? Are you Stray? Feral perhaps? Or is it even something more sinister?
Join, enjoy, but always watch your back.....
