Post by Guardian Mew on Jun 18, 2008 0:24:00 GMT -5
For centuries the great and mighty Canis tribe has called this magnificent planet their home. Stories of epic battles, both in-fighting, and with the other pokemorph tribes of the region. This particular tale takes place many, many years ago... 'Tis an ancient tale...before the time of the great eruption. The great Canis weren't always such a backward, peaceful society... before the great destruction of the mountain, they were powerful leaders in both technology and culture. This hallow place is the birthplace of Makopolis, the once-great culture-rich capital of Maskan. It was once regarded as the capital of the universe even...The center of intelligent society, and, the heart of the galaxy, due to it's close proximity to the star clutters that litter the great interior of this Galaxy...the city had many common nicknames. It was the melting pot of all of the great pokemorphs... people here thrived, and lived long, prosperous lives. But this sovereignty was to be... contested...
Our story begins in the heart of the wondrous super city. A teenage boy, who, by race would be considered a "native maskan" by today's standards, was wondering his way through the rich food market district of downtown. Just blocks away, was the great Palace near where Ohtar en Oionaaru is located today. This great structure housed the very young princess Miaoko as well as her family...
"Turkey Stew, fresh cooked! Won't see it any cheaper than this!" called out one of the food merchants, while he passed by. Once lady ran by, through the crowd carrying a precious vase on her head...and she was being followed by guards yelling "Ay...stop that thief!" in a thick Imperial British accent. The boy stepped aside for the lady to pass, but stuck his foot out to trip the guard...and boy did he ever go flying. Chuckling to himself, he disappeared into the crowd without having even gone noticed by the plump, and hardheaded guard. Onward, the lad headed off until he reached a sparsely populated clearing with a familiar face he blindly bumped into. Who could it be?
As the story goes, not too many people here are fond of the fluffy feline guards who think they own the place, simply because the council sent a bunch of barbaric Felikites to rule Maskan state. Most morphs just disregard the Council's law, and follow the law of her majesty. A royalty that has no power in the eyes of the council, but full power in the eyes of the people. As a result, the council's guards go very mistreated...even when they are in the right.
Our story begins in the heart of the wondrous super city. A teenage boy, who, by race would be considered a "native maskan" by today's standards, was wondering his way through the rich food market district of downtown. Just blocks away, was the great Palace near where Ohtar en Oionaaru is located today. This great structure housed the very young princess Miaoko as well as her family...
"Turkey Stew, fresh cooked! Won't see it any cheaper than this!" called out one of the food merchants, while he passed by. Once lady ran by, through the crowd carrying a precious vase on her head...and she was being followed by guards yelling "Ay...stop that thief!" in a thick Imperial British accent. The boy stepped aside for the lady to pass, but stuck his foot out to trip the guard...and boy did he ever go flying. Chuckling to himself, he disappeared into the crowd without having even gone noticed by the plump, and hardheaded guard. Onward, the lad headed off until he reached a sparsely populated clearing with a familiar face he blindly bumped into. Who could it be?
As the story goes, not too many people here are fond of the fluffy feline guards who think they own the place, simply because the council sent a bunch of barbaric Felikites to rule Maskan state. Most morphs just disregard the Council's law, and follow the law of her majesty. A royalty that has no power in the eyes of the council, but full power in the eyes of the people. As a result, the council's guards go very mistreated...even when they are in the right.