Vimur History

There came a time when the world was filled with darkness.. Where the bitter gray never parted across the skies, and the sun never shone down on the earth. A time when heaven's tears flooded the earth, drowning it's life, and hell's fires raged along the heart of nature, tearing through it like a cursed plague upon the land, leaving nothing in its wake..

That is.. Except for one brewing species.. Bred for disaster and chaos.. Trained and experienced, they lived on. Taking this cursed land with open hearts, untouched by its horrid elements of life.. These creatures had a way. Their own way. Taught and passed down from generation to generation. Only to become more enforced and more discreet. Working their way in and out of every secret, making themselves mere small details within larger pictures.. Hidden in plain site.

Vimur...
Like the gray across the skies, they were darkness. And they grew faster than hell's fire. We saw them progress.



Going from nothing, to everything.

Untouchable.

Dared you touch them.. If any were so stupid to do so, they would make sure there was nothing left of you. They could turn your greatest allies, into your most feared rivals. Closest friends to hateful enemies..Without even lifting a finger, continuing to move forward and hold secrets until finally...


At first there were two packs. For many years the two packs have been in battle against one another, fight over territory. The two alpha males of the packs were brothers,born and raised together as pups.But they soon went there seperate ways and started their own packs. All was fine,that is...until the borders of the two packs were met. Divided by a small river, the packs fought for more land to feed their growing familes. But one day the two Royals went face to face in another bloody battle of the packs, brother against brother. They fought to the death, both kings lying dead in the dirt,soaked in blood...
With Both Royals dead, The packs seemed to hold no future. But Vimur pack's Royal was replaced with the next heir to the thrown,the slain Royal's pup, Ancient.
Vimur found their shelter under a large cave- the stones are too packed together to be dug out, but that was made up with the space of their den. The surrounding land was made of barren grey rock with the occasional patch of grass or the a pine tree. To the north lied the pack's main hunting grounds, a large meadow home to deer and rabbits, which extends into the Luna's territory causing many scuffles over where the border is. For generations, the packs of Luna and Vimur have been at war- neither territory has an abundance of food, leading to many spats over the border placement and No-Man's-Land. Many years have passed, passing the hate down through each generation until some have almost forgotten why exactly they hated the other pack.