Plot, Step 6 }{ DONE

Just because wars end does not mean that peace has found the land. The cats are far from living pleasant existances in the lands of Zonta. Months have crept on by and it has given way to nothing but tormented souls and twisted realities. With its world being guided by a cat still living in his teens, a cat with little to no sense of reality, Zonta has little left to hope for.

With Alphonse seeing nothing but the white demon, Noelle and Ilyich have had to be the women behind the curtain. But that very cat that the Alpha despises above all others is rightfully loathed. His heart set on molesting what little sanity Zonta's master has left, the man took the what innocence remained in Alphonse's sister. With spawns of the enemy growing within, Noelle can't help but be afraid of her own brother.

The sun shines no brighter in the pinetrees near the canyon. Alpha's return brought the civil war that all had already been fearing or anticipating. Lead by former mates, one pack became two, families split, and the tension grew even within the individual packs. Though outwardly altered, Bidziil was still his former self. The pack he lead saw this and overtook him as they ran to clash heads with the rebellion. Many died and the Great Alpha was lead away as a silent prisoner. As the revolution takes way, the kind greater than the cruel, it looks as if nothing will ever be the same again. With he who was bred to do nothing but lead other's to murder the feline race, looking kindly to those he once called family, it seems as if good truly does always trump over evil.

But Dio and Skoll do not even know what lies ahead. The humans could come, the Folami may die, the cats may perish. Or maybe this land of Broken Truths is finally about to see some shade in the burning heat of hate.

And yet...

Outside of the pride's misfortunes and the pack's quarrels, a new leader has risen. A religious leader with no preference for Dio or Skoll. His views are held in black magic and the occult. He holds claims of great power, and states quite readily that his God, though cruel and violent, will bring the rain. Dangerous and manipulative the Voodoo man finds his power in control. As more felines and canines fall under the Liger's sphere of influence, the peace leaders of both gods must begin their fight. They are loosing the crusade.

This supposed Voodoo man is taking away the loyal ones, as those unsure creatures turn to the new promise. Water. Rain. That is what the land needs, what every beast cries out for. It is not forth coming. What force holds back the rain refuses to relinquish its hold. Maybe it's punishment, and in that thought many flinch away from the known deities and turn to new promises. There is no hiding from the implications. Dio is loosing his mastery, both He and Skoll losing their loyals, and the peace leaders must respond. A war of words is soon to begin. A war of thoughts and beliefs. Morals. Wars based on morals have always been the bloodiest.