Post by SemiFantasy Dog Rp on Nov 22, 2009 22:55:28 GMT
It's been said that the end of world would come about in an explosion of flame. Of blood. Of suffering. It's been said that when the day came, such violence would rend the Earth's surface and leave nothing in it's wake.
When the bomb detonated, the force of the explosion shook Earth to its very core. The plates were heaved together. The human race was wiped out in the blink of an eye. Sheer heat scorched the landscapes for hundreds of miles. In a single heartbeat, the planet had been changed from a diverse haven to a bloodied wasteland.
But life has an ancient, stubborn way of breaking through the darkness. Scattered across the landscape, dogs that had hidden in the caverns and canyons had been spared from the worst of the radiation. In the bomb's crater, the fallout had altered the inhabitants. New animals were arising - Hellhounds. Dogs with extraordinary mutations, dogs that were so changed, so altered, they seemed the embodiment of evil itself.
The broken survivors - both Hellhound and Dog - are beginning to gather. With so little resources left on this land, war is imminent. One side must give way. Which one will it be?
A Semi-Fantasy Canine RP