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<blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5630248" data-attributes="member: 93930">&quot;Ben ... religion ... prophets ... what?&quot;&nbsp; The wolf-creature shakes his head briefly, trying to clear away the strange thoughts.&nbsp;&quot;Stories of the darkwolves ... hmmm.&nbsp; Okay, see, the darkwolves live in a valley -- well, maybe it's more of an island.&nbsp; Except, it's surrounded by, like, shadow instead of water.&nbsp; But it isn't really shadow -- it's more kind of like ... nothing.&nbsp; I mean, you could fall off the edge if you were stupid or something, but you wouldn't fall into anything, you know?&nbsp; You'd just fall.&nbsp;&quot;And it's darker over there.&nbsp; Everything is a lot brighter on this side.&nbsp; Over there it's all black -- black trees, black rocks, black rivers.&nbsp; Except once in a while, there's red.&nbsp; On leaves and flowers sometimes.&nbsp; And on us darkwolves.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;He stops and rubs his muzzle with a forepaw.&nbsp; &quot;Ugh, this is never easy to explain.&nbsp; The last time I tried was a couple months back when the boss brought me to this sage guy.&nbsp; He rubbed his beard a lot and kept saying, 'Oh, hmm, interesting' and then he told her that she'd subconsciously shaped a part of the Realm of Shadow and imagined the darkwolves into existence.&nbsp;&quot;And then I said, 'Oh, really? So if she created us, how come I remember being a cub?' and he said, 'Obviously, she imagined you with a full set of memories, so that from your perspective, it was as if the darkwolves had always existed and you had had a childhood,' and I said, 'Yeah, but how could she have created my memories when I remember being a cub?'&quot;&nbsp; He snorts derisively.&nbsp; &quot;What a moron.&nbsp; Anyway, then he said, 'That'll be 20 gold pieces for the consultation,' and then I said, 'Hold on, because I think I'm about to imagine biting you on the--'&quot;&nbsp;&quot;Boots.&quot;&nbsp; The voice is low and the painted elf doesn't look up from her food, but the tone of warning carries across the room.&nbsp;The wolf flinches a little at the reprimand, but recovers quickly.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah, so that's my story about the darkwolves.&nbsp; And gosh, it was pretty long, wasn't it?&nbsp; My throat is awfully dry.&quot;&nbsp; He coughs twice, rather unconvincingly.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Man, I sure am parched.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Systole, post: 5630248, member: 93930"] [COLOR=darkred]"Ben ... religion ... prophets ... what?"[/COLOR] The wolf-creature shakes his head briefly, trying to clear away the strange thoughts. [COLOR=darkred]"Stories of the darkwolves ... hmmm. Okay, see, the darkwolves live in a valley -- well, maybe it's more of an island. Except, it's surrounded by, like, shadow instead of water. But it isn't really shadow -- it's more kind of like ... nothing. I mean, you could fall off the edge if you were stupid or something, but you wouldn't fall [I]into[/I] anything, you know? You'd just fall.[/COLOR] [COLOR=#8b0000][/COLOR] [COLOR=darkred]"And it's darker over there. Everything is a lot brighter on this side. Over there it's all black -- black trees, black rocks, black rivers. Except once in a while, there's red. On leaves and flowers sometimes. And on us darkwolves."[/COLOR] He stops and rubs his muzzle with a forepaw. [COLOR=darkred]"Ugh, this is never easy to explain. The last time I tried was a couple months back when the boss brought me to this sage guy. He rubbed his beard a lot and kept saying, 'Oh, hmm, interesting' and then he told her that she'd subconsciously shaped a part of the Realm of Shadow and imagined the darkwolves into existence.[/COLOR] [COLOR=darkred]"And then I said, 'Oh, really? So if she created us, how come [I]I[/I] remember being a cub?' and he said, 'Obviously, she imagined you with a full set of memories, so that from your perspective, it was as if the darkwolves had always existed and you had had a childhood,' and I said, 'Yeah, but how could she have created my memories when [I]I remember being a cub[/I]?'"[/COLOR] He snorts derisively. [COLOR=darkred]"What a moron. Anyway, then he said, 'That'll be 20 gold pieces for the consultation,' and then I said, 'Hold on, because I think I'm about to imagine biting you on the--'"[/COLOR] [COLOR=gray]"Boots."[/COLOR] The voice is low and the painted elf doesn't look up from her food, but the tone of warning carries across the room. The wolf flinches a little at the reprimand, but recovers quickly. [COLOR=darkred]"Yeah, so that's my story about the darkwolves. And gosh, it was pretty long, wasn't it? My throat is awfully dry."[/COLOR] He coughs twice, rather unconvincingly. [COLOR=darkred]"Man, I sure am parched."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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