last dying breath,
a realistic wolf rpg.

Welcome to Pangaea.

Approximately 250 million years ago, Earth was thriving with life. Animals and plants were beautiful as ever, untouched and unaffected by humans, who have not yet been brought to Earth. Pangaea is a supercontinent, containing all of Earth's seven contintents in one giant landmass, the single huge ocean surrounding it known as Panthalassa. The land is diverse and strange in many ways, especially with the creatures that live on it. Ranging from mountains to tundras to beaches, Pangaea seems to have it all for the wolves that dominantly rule the lands, their numbers high and still rising.

Pack tradition in wolves is seeming to alter already. There was once only three packs that dated back to long before, started many years before these wolves came. They all followed traditional and the Law of the Putnar, never changing anything. They told stories of Tor and Fenris, their beloved Gods, and of Wolfbane, the Evil One, the cause of all nightmares in this land. But now.. a new pack has risen. A rebellion of sorts, Kyruh listens to no other pack and will allow anyone in. They are a strange pack of misfits and outcasts, wolves that would never fit in with the rest of society under normal circumstances. No one seems to like this new pack but the wolves in it... for them, it is a sanctuary, a place where they fit in for once. But is fitting in really worth the war arising, the rumours spreading?

Why can't everyone just get along?

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As well as our main plot, a new site-wide mini-plot has been set into place. :3 Here's a look at it:

You step just outside your territory and gaze out across the wide open spaces. With warm sand between your claws, you begin walking across the miles and miles of grain – the wind picks up, buffeting your fur and covering it in sand. But you don’t care – the thoughts and ideas that tempt you are much too powerful for you to turn back now. If you are a Dragga or Drappa, if you find the legend that awaits you in the center of the oasis, it would make you the most powerful, most respected and feared of all wolves. If you are a Sikla, you will finally find the respect and admiration you’ve always deserved with such powers. Anything in between will only further you up the scale and make you much more intimidating; others aren’t too likely to make enemies of you unless they’re really that brave – and stupid.

But it’s only a legend, is it not? A rumour that’s been going on for ages? Well, obviously it’s more than just a legend now. It’s a contest. A race. A race to be the first to find the treasured power that lies in the center of these treacherous sand dunes. Seeming nothing but perilous and useless before, the desert is anything but that now – chasing after myths, wolves from all packs and traditions have been trying to reach the silvery blue pool in the middle. Looking almost solid, it’s so deep you cannot see through it to the bottom. What is it? As far as legends go, it isn’t just some strange pool of water tainted with poison, so it seems. No, it’s a pool of life – immortality. Whether or not it is really true is a mystery – but curiosity and impulse are two powerful emotions… and when put together like this, they’re nothing but dangerous. Better get there fast or consider yourself doomed…

If you could live forever, what would you do with it?

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» It began with an operation...

» Operation Volitare. Langudoc Region. France.

The quest to harvest neurological enhancing cells and enzymes wasn't one known to the public, but an elite government organization was well under way with the process and experiments. In the brain of all creatures is an enzyme that could potentially fight neurological diseases like Short and Long Term Memory Loss, Alzheimers, and Brain Cancer, but the enzyme is never present in large enough numbers to prove effective. Until operation Volitare was put into place, an experimentation center for scientists to find the enzyme cure and produce it for human use. The government built their first location in a rural area under the pretense of a navy training base, a guise that worked for some time until the location had to be expanded several times, reaching the size of a small city, which became increasingly hard to keep a secret. The government took care of this by, literally, wiping Volitare off of the maps, destroying the road to the city, and incorporating a forest that impassible for any vehicle. Years passed and the few people that lived nearby forgot about the strange city.

But the experimentation continued, scientists working mainly with dogs collected from city pounds, they changed and spliced the dog's genes, hoping to come up with a genetic code that would increase the brain capacity of the dogs, so that they could take out the cure and turn it into an injection for human use. Along the way they made mistakes, genetic mistakes that came to be known as the GMD's or Genetically Modified Dogs, these dgos had abstract and unusual coat colours, were of unusual size, or had strange coloured eyes; many variations of the GMD's were created, and rather than being destroyed, they were kept as an oddity to be studied in the future. A few generations of the GMD's were formed, some created by scientists, others offspring of the first generation of GMD's. A few generations of selective breeding from a smaller group of scientists produced a creature that they nicknamed The Hellhounds, tall, black dogs with a medium length coat and orange or red eyes. This group was isolated and carefully bred to keep it's genes pure, for no reason other than to see what would happen.

Somewhere along the way, the scientists got something right, that is, they increased the brain size and capacity of the domestic dog. These dogs were smarter, bigger, faster, and more adept than they once were, able to reason much like humans and act much like humans. They showed signs of being able to understand the human language and performed well when taught sign language. A small number progressed to being able to discern a command written down on a piece of paper. Surely, this was progress! But before the scientists could make use of their new, modified experiments, the SmartDogs, they turned on them. The modified dogs brought together the GMD's, Hellhounds, Wolves, and Domestic dogs to break open their cages and slaughter the people that had kept them captive for so long. In less than a day, Operation Volitare, which had been in progress for five years, was brought to a quick and bloody end.


» Six Years Later

Eleven years since The Operation gone terribly wrong was first put into effect, the city of Volitare has been covered up by the government, the city well hidden from view and secluded in the Frenc countryside. The forest surrounding Volitare was increased, with an electrified, barbed wire fence in the heart of the trees, surrounding Volitare's outer walls; six feet of solid brick now broken in some places, the original wooden gate knocked down years ago. The genetically enhanced Smart Dogs, which were twelve in total, bred with the domestic dogs and wolves, and soon died out, leaving behind a race of domestic dogs, wolves, and wolf dogs that were smarter than the dogs removed from city pounds at the beginning of the operation. They organized themselves into three packs, dividing the city equally amongst themselves and peace reigned.

The majority of the GMD's and Hellhounds were hostile, antisocial creatures and fled to the forest once they were free, there they lived alone or in small groups of up to five. Occasionally a few GMD's entered the city and lived in the packs there, but it was rare that a Hellhound was ever spotted within miles of Volitare's walls. But, an especially bitter winter brought forth the first wave of renegades, a group comprised of GMD's and Hellhounds that wished to take back the city and force the less worthy dogs and wolves out into the barren forests where they themselves had spent their free lives.


The peace that Volitare once knew is resting on a thread; the Hellhounds and GMD's, now called Mise à Mort, are closing in on the border and working to break into the city and capture it forever.

Which side will you choose?

Welcome to The Shadows of Volitare


-- Just re-opened August 1st 2009 after SOV v1 closed
-- Territories up for claim
-- Staff positions available
-- High ranks available!

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