With the death of the original Aera Lupus a band of determined roleplayers grouped together under the suggestion of Eyeoffcenter and began an attempt to revive Aera Lupus. Their first goal was to purchase the shop, but when SilverStarrSaphire was reluctant to do so we came to a new middle ground. Aera Lupus Alius Centum was born. Taking place 100 years into the future from the original Aera Lupus. We have Starr's blessing to continue using her story, and we are in the process of purchasing the linearts from Shikai-Chan, we have her permission to use the art.
At the end of World War III, Earth was left in a state of ruin and devastation. Nuclear warfare had wiped out the majority of Earth's inhabitable regions and radioactive pollution had rendered most of the remaining human population sterile. Forced back to primitive times, humanity had little resources to rebuild their once mighty, advanced civilization. However, the humans endured and established a new society for themselves, forming a settlement on the southwestern coast of the North American continent.
Nearly two centuries passed as the human population gradually increased and regained simple forms of technology. Remaining resources allowed them to build houses and employ plumbing, and by harvesting crops and raising livestock they provided food for the masses. Individuals learned crafts and skills, from weaving to metalwork, and even mining, and bartering became the new form of currency. Many domesticated animals made a come-back as well, such as horses for transportation and dogs as companions. No predatory animals had been sighted in the last few decades, and so the humans settled into a secure life.
For a while, the future looked promising.
However, the true ramifications of WWIII appeared one autumn in a wave of death. Over the horizon a troop of impossibly large creatures appeared, nearly 10 meters in length and consuming every living creature in their path. To the humans, they could only be described as centipede-like creatures – many legs and long segmented bodies. These massive centipedes trampled through the farmlands and feasted on the livestock, before turning their hungry jaws upon the helpless humans. The centipedes devastated the settlement, preying upon the humans until they took up arms and defended themselves. The rifles proved to be effective and easily pierced the centipede's exoskeleton, and they drove the predators back.
Surely these centipedes had been slowly mutating into such large proportions since the end of WWIII, but what had caused their sudden migration to the western coast? Could there be a lack of resources in their original habitat, which eventually drove them to find new prey? Whatever the reason, it hardly mattered, for pairs and small groups of centipedes returned week after week, and the humans could only barely fend them off. If another large wave like the first came... well, the humans would become a mere memory, another extinct species of many in Earth's history.
The first snowfall came as winter set in and the centipede attacks suddenly stopped. The humans momentarily rejoiced, but in the back of their minds they knew that the predators would most likely return come spring. So, they set out to rebuild their settlement. Walls 20-meters in height were erected at the base of a mountainous range – the walls would protect from the sides, and the rocky base beneath the dirt would prevent the centipedes from burrowing underneath. But the humans couldn't sit behind their walls forever, and so they instated a small military force that would set out to intercept the centipedes.
Spring came and the snow thawed, signaling the return of the fearsome predators. The military force proved to be effective, successfully defending their home from one, two or even three centipedes. But then another wave came of more than half a dozen of the large predators – the humans were no match. The majority of the military officers were killed, but the thick walls of the village held strong against the centipedes. The humans had survived for the time being, but the threat of extinction was more real than ever.
A young commander of the military, Eve, remained as the only survivor of the defensive force. But she was running for her life, a rogue centipede hot on her trail, and she thought herself destined to fall. Suddenly, howls pierced the sky and large canines flew onto the centipede. Eve watched as a pack of wolves, the proud ancestors of her domesticated dog, tore apart the centipede before her very eyes. They, like the centipedes, had grown – the size of these wolves was astonishing, nothing like what was recorded in history, with the largest being larger than the average horse.
The leader, a beautiful white wolf, approached Eve and nuzzled her gently, bloody muzzle now soft and kind. Eve suddenly sensed an understanding between them, and she instinctively knew that the centipedes had also plundered the wolves' territory. Right then and there, Eve knew that these majestic predators could help her and her people. So she returned home, a pack of wolves with her. So the partnership was forged between human and wolf, a bid by both to save themselves by saving each other. But the telepathic bond between human and wolf was not discovered until two decades later, through the first bonding of Emma White and Shadow.
For another century, humans and wolves continued to coexist in successful defense against the centipedes - until a new species of centipedes suddenly appeared. Smaller than the original but far more deadly, they came with poisonous fangs and preyed on everything, the larger centipedes included. Years passed and the new species eradicated the old. The forts faced nothing but the vicious, smaller centipedes. Firearms had to be improved to keep up, and tactics changed. They thought they were adapting well to the new threat. Until, at the end of the century, the worst winter hit and by the time spring came many wolves and riders had been lost to a lack of food and a sweeping on pneumonia. And when the next spring came the wolfrider's discovered that the poison had mutated, anyone bit came down with an infectious disease. Many riders were lost before they discovered a vaccine. They could stop it from spreading, but those bit were still destined to die. Many commanding officers were lost, and a good portion of the forts officers. Recruits were being Bonded as soon as possible, trying to make up the deficit of riders before the spring came and they had to fend off the centipedes once again.
At the end of World War III, Earth was left in a state of ruin and devastation. Nuclear warfare had wiped out the majority of Earth's inhabitable regions and radioactive pollution had rendered most of the remaining human population sterile. Forced back to primitive times, humanity had little resources to rebuild their once mighty, advanced civilization. However, the humans endured and established a new society for themselves, forming a settlement on the southwestern coast of the North American continent.
Nearly two centuries passed as the human population gradually increased and regained simple forms of technology. Remaining resources allowed them to build houses and employ plumbing, and by harvesting crops and raising livestock they provided food for the masses. Individuals learned crafts and skills, from weaving to metalwork, and even mining, and bartering became the new form of currency. Many domesticated animals made a come-back as well, such as horses for transportation and dogs as companions. No predatory animals had been sighted in the last few decades, and so the humans settled into a secure life.
For a while, the future looked promising.
However, the true ramifications of WWIII appeared one autumn in a wave of death. Over the horizon a troop of impossibly large creatures appeared, nearly 10 meters in length and consuming every living creature in their path. To the humans, they could only be described as centipede-like creatures – many legs and long segmented bodies. These massive centipedes trampled through the farmlands and feasted on the livestock, before turning their hungry jaws upon the helpless humans. The centipedes devastated the settlement, preying upon the humans until they took up arms and defended themselves. The rifles proved to be effective and easily pierced the centipede's exoskeleton, and they drove the predators back.
Surely these centipedes had been slowly mutating into such large proportions since the end of WWIII, but what had caused their sudden migration to the western coast? Could there be a lack of resources in their original habitat, which eventually drove them to find new prey? Whatever the reason, it hardly mattered, for pairs and small groups of centipedes returned week after week, and the humans could only barely fend them off. If another large wave like the first came... well, the humans would become a mere memory, another extinct species of many in Earth's history.
The first snowfall came as winter set in and the centipede attacks suddenly stopped. The humans momentarily rejoiced, but in the back of their minds they knew that the predators would most likely return come spring. So, they set out to rebuild their settlement. Walls 20-meters in height were erected at the base of a mountainous range – the walls would protect from the sides, and the rocky base beneath the dirt would prevent the centipedes from burrowing underneath. But the humans couldn't sit behind their walls forever, and so they instated a small military force that would set out to intercept the centipedes.
Spring came and the snow thawed, signaling the return of the fearsome predators. The military force proved to be effective, successfully defending their home from one, two or even three centipedes. But then another wave came of more than half a dozen of the large predators – the humans were no match. The majority of the military officers were killed, but the thick walls of the village held strong against the centipedes. The humans had survived for the time being, but the threat of extinction was more real than ever.
A young commander of the military, Eve, remained as the only survivor of the defensive force. But she was running for her life, a rogue centipede hot on her trail, and she thought herself destined to fall. Suddenly, howls pierced the sky and large canines flew onto the centipede. Eve watched as a pack of wolves, the proud ancestors of her domesticated dog, tore apart the centipede before her very eyes. They, like the centipedes, had grown – the size of these wolves was astonishing, nothing like what was recorded in history, with the largest being larger than the average horse.
The leader, a beautiful white wolf, approached Eve and nuzzled her gently, bloody muzzle now soft and kind. Eve suddenly sensed an understanding between them, and she instinctively knew that the centipedes had also plundered the wolves' territory. Right then and there, Eve knew that these majestic predators could help her and her people. So she returned home, a pack of wolves with her. So the partnership was forged between human and wolf, a bid by both to save themselves by saving each other. But the telepathic bond between human and wolf was not discovered until two decades later, through the first bonding of Emma White and Shadow.
For another century, humans and wolves continued to coexist in successful defense against the centipedes - until a new species of centipedes suddenly appeared. Smaller than the original but far more deadly, they came with poisonous fangs and preyed on everything, the larger centipedes included. Years passed and the new species eradicated the old. The forts faced nothing but the vicious, smaller centipedes. Firearms had to be improved to keep up, and tactics changed. They thought they were adapting well to the new threat. Until, at the end of the century, the worst winter hit and by the time spring came many wolves and riders had been lost to a lack of food and a sweeping on pneumonia. And when the next spring came the wolfrider's discovered that the poison had mutated, anyone bit came down with an infectious disease. Many riders were lost before they discovered a vaccine. They could stop it from spreading, but those bit were still destined to die. Many commanding officers were lost, and a good portion of the forts officers. Recruits were being Bonded as soon as possible, trying to make up the deficit of riders before the spring came and they had to fend off the centipedes once again.
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