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WHOSE TO BLAME?
What had we ever done to mankind to deserve this type of rejection? We had lived, breathed, thrived in a community alongside the two leggeds. We had caught their food, tended to their children, and spent each night beside their sleeping bodies. If we were diseased wouldn't they have already known it? We became the so called "backstabbers"--the worthless mongrel population which they were trying to cease to exist. Why? The concept seemed to be unreal; weren't we man's best friend? But we knew better. We saw the writing on the wall--after all, we were the guards of their own home. We could see the rats and mice seeping through the cracks of their poorly crafted homes, scurrying over their food and contaminating their clothes. At first, we were dazzled by what we couldn't see--our microscopic eyesight wasn't as fine tuned as our sensitive hearing. But after the occurrences happened over and over again, we knew the problem was them. The rats, the mice, the rodents. Although our minds may have seemed untraceable, we knew in our hearts that none of us would have let any of our masters die. Then again--there was always a dog that ruined it for everyone. It's nice to look back at where we came from. For even now we're fighting an enemy. It's ironic in a way, you know? It took us months to craft a civilization stable enough to suit the needs of our mind but now we're faced with something with fair much more depth. Now we're fighting a war against ourselves and our own blood. I guess we're all rodents in the end, but are you?
ARE WE THE LIARS?
The river was discovered in the early 1500s by European explorers. There was no effort to settle on the River until settlers in a nearby town were brave enough to try. The settlers were fascinated by its unique beauty and longed to capture a life there. However, survival was much too difficult and only a handful survived the first week. Astonished by the large majority dead they ran home and spread rumors that the river was plague infested. From the 1600s and on the river was left untouched in fear. However, during the 1700s domesticated dogs were thought to be carrying the plague in the nearby town. The town’s devastation caused a reaction which the governor found solved by releasing the dogs to the river. Slowly, one by one, the dogs began to inhabit the beautiful river and started to mark it their own. After many trial and errors the dogs finally realized how to survive. The year is now 1702 and the practice is still in effect. Will you be the one who survives or will you be the one which fails?
LET US FIND OUT
We are a nondiscriminatory community focused on actively roleplaying feral canines. The concept of our game is best described in our name: River. A long river divides our virtual territory in half; creating two sides left to wildlife. On the west side there is the Frigidus packs; which contain all cold tundra-like territories. On the opposite side (the east side) there are the Calidus packs; the warmer, more humid, or drier packs. The separation of the two sides has allowed competition to grow between the dogs on each side. As the years roll on, the tension increases.