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There was the ~Enclave and the ~Inclave. ~Enclave came a name that was within, and ~Inclave the name of the border. But the boundry external was not yet known, for those that passed the ~Inclave came back as ~Tower. The pearly gates beyond remained a mystery and living a guile. To know the happiness of their existance, people whose spirits walked in ~Enclave focused their existance on the ~Enclave, for thoughts with the wind only yielded ~Towers.
The people called themselves -Wolfe-, for long engrained in their aura was the brand of the wolf. Once long ago, a lone raven crowed dawn as a son of man was yielding to the earth. A wolf seeing the tragedy befallen of the young boy caught him in his razor teeth before he was burned. However, the wolf informed the boy that he could never return to the heritage of his birth, for his reflection would eternally forsake the prescense of humanity. The boy was sorrowed, but knew his saviors words to be true. He gave a blue jay his star, and sent both to his parents as farewell token. Parting with all that was given to him as son of man, he journeyed, and found ~Enclave. When the young souless signed to his lost heritage, that this would be his home, the ~Inclave was created.
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