Post by FaolanSOV member on Apr 13, 2009 10:02:44 GMT -5
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The self deprication of
What you put your faith in...
What you put your faith in...
Are you Volitare?
When the world fell apart, you were the ones to bring order back to the broken capital of the world, to the city that they all said would never fail. You organized the chaos, the havoc, and finally the world has order. Two generations of these feral canines pass, breeding away the depenance on humans and replacing it with a feral nature, like that of a wolf. Wolves join you, the original canines left behind when the humans died, and the gene pools mix. Wolves and dogs are one. You keep the city, protect it and guard it against the unworthy. And then, when you finally reached an equilibrium, they come back. They are trying to take your home from you. It is time for battle.
Has brought you to your knees.
You're waiting at the starting line...
[/size][/right]You're waiting at the starting line...
Are you human?
Even as the world fell into panic, as it realized that its final moments were drawing near, you knew that you were going to be one of the lucky ones. Or were you so lucky? That rich family that seemed to own all of paris, the Le Roi's, they had bought your life. Like you were nothing but a slave. They had dared to put a price on human life. But you would live while 99% of the human race was denied this gift. Did it make you happy? Were you greatful? That bastard of an old man bought hundreds of lives and it cost him only a little more than that fancy yacht he bought last summer. And to top it all off, his renegade son who ran off to Ireland to escape the family had been hauled back to take back Volitare. The world's capitol had fallen into ruin. It was run by dogs. Literally. What lengths would you go to to get it all back?
What if the gun is empty?
[/size][/left]Are you both?
You don't know what you are anymore. Blinded by power, you are feared by the Volitare dogs, prized by the humans that are trying do haard to kill those that preside within. You are dogs, but you are so much more. You were bred, shaped, formed, to kill these unworthy rulers. You are Mise à mort; the mafia of the canine world. But you are smart too, you use brains as well as brawns to infiltrate, and ultimitely bring about the death of Volitare. Then you will rule alongside the two leggeds, you will be forever powerful.
But is power everything? Can it be trusted?
It's all in your hands, all in your hands.
[/size][/right]Volitare is a time bomb slowly ticking to explode. Will you be the one to cut the wire, or will you let it go? It's all hanging in the balance; the city dogs are poised to defend, the humans are ready to attack, and Mise à mort has chosen it's alliances. It's all in your hands at
song lyrics © Framing Hanley 'All In Your Hands.'[/blockquote][/size][/sub]