A brief history for the new beginning.

~ The Chained Alchemy Moon Wolf Pack ~

Some years past. Nestled up in the Valley of Hime, there once dwelled a quiet village that went by the name of, Sakurai. It was a bustling peaceful place that thrived all on its own. Depending solely on its own villagers. Villagers who happened to be skillful masters. For a village it was a rariety having so many within one village, and from various backgrounds at that. It surely was something to be prized, to have so many skills availble plus arts that ranged from one ethnic culture to another. An for outsides that did manage to visit, it was definately a sight to see. Especially with how they all seemed to get along.

For the village. They did not see how outsiders did. Of course they were surely aware of the different cultures and backgrounds, but it mattered not. Some thing that was more important connected them all. A secret that to this day is kept precious above all other things. A secret that was behind it all. Behind why they had all lived together so high up in those mountains. Why they kept away from the other villages near by and why they seemed to follow one family in particular.

A family that no doubt could be seen as head of the village. It was no secret as to who looked over the well being; although, it was kept secret as to why. The reason was never divulged to outsiders. As to why they all followed the line of the Tsukimoto family. Only a few legendary whispers remained to be passed on amongest the bloodlines. Stories that were compelling and believeable enough for the older souls to look upon with such high regard. That the legends would be treasured in their own race and for the Tsukimoto line be looked upon as royalty. The younger souls however only heard briefly of the stories here and there about the Tsukimoto's, but it was enough to ensure how things functioned amongest the group.

No matter the full knowledge or belief in the legends. One thing was for certain, the Tsukimotos' proved themselves worthy of being leaders and had come to earn the love of their people. Time and time again throughout the years they provided a safe haven for all those who were worthy of staying. Whether it be next generations of the already belonging families, or the newcomers that had sought them out.

It was not uncommon back then, or even to this day. To have wanderers seek out the family. For many it had been the rumors of the strange village that made people want to visit, and for others it was the myths about the Tsukimoto clan. Some came then left, but some had finally found their salvation. Having been lost, lonely and hopeless for so long it was heaven to them. It was their gold at the end of the rainbow.

For those that stayed they welcomed and accepted the laws of the group. Knowing full well it was either accept or be on your way and most preferred the rules to fending for themselves alone. As the group would settle into one another, growing in size. The time had come. To finally take up a trait so many of their own race had practiced, naming their group. With all the bloodlines in agreeance, their name was born. The name the Chained Alchemy Moon, The Hidden Empire.

The empire that they now called themselves, continued their pratices of being self reliant. A way of life that they held dear to them. Not only in the items that they made, but the skills that they honed to make it all capable. Skills that enabled them the same luxuries as any humans could have, but with the bonus of not having to be social with the other populations near by. All they needed was each other. If it wasn't for the fact for survival purposes they hardly would have mingled at all.

The families were a quiet lot, enjoying the time they had around their own kind. Of course at times the children would get a bit anxious about being so secretive, but typically they did what was asked of them. Knowing full well the rules in place were to make sure of no mishaps of revealing what they truely were to the humans in the near by villages.

Humans were dangerous when it came to finding out about things they didn't fully comprehend. For protection of the race, what they were and functions of the race were kept hidden away from the prying curiousities of humans. The rules had been set down from the elders of old and always upheld by the Alpha. Who of the Tsukimoto family were not only looked upon as royalty to those in the pack, but as the ruler over the united families.

For generations the families had settled in the one same area, after having been moving from place to place. Those mountains were their homes, that was until one day where everything was shattered. Deep in the forest where barely any man really travelled. A group of young teens had been playing. Running wild in a fit of games. Emerged into nature as they could be in their wolf form unknowing to them, human hunters had stumbled upon them.

A loud dying howl echoed through the trees. Making birds scatter every where and haulting the young wolves in their tracks to see what had just happened. That was when they saw one of their young companions with an arrow sticking from its torso and bleeding on the ground. The hunters had snuck up on the novice skilled children by being against the wind rather then allowing the wind to carry their scent. Skilled in old traditions of game and by sheer luck they had found the playing wolves.

Enraged, the naturally secretive bunch who had been kind to humans, now turned on them. Charging to slaughter the human hunters where they stood, throwing away all they had been taught in their fits of rage. Peace had been broken the moment their companion's blood had been split. Tearing of the flesh and breaking of the bones accompanied cries of agony into the winds, and they did not stop until all that was left was shreds.

The young wolves covered in blood, howled over the dead bodies that looked mauled, announcing their pain and their victory over the humans. Moments would pass before reasonable thoughts would creep back into their rage filled mind, but when it had. They had thought of their fallen commrade, laying there so helpless. It was only right that they bring him back to his family. So without another thought of what else might be out there, they transformed back into the image of humans. Little did they know. Hidden back behind some brush was a human hunter who had witnessed it all. Panicking he dropped his bow and arrow heading back to the village to tell what he had just seen.

At first the man hadn't been sure what he was staring at, they after all looked like regular wolves from a distance, but when he caught that vivid eye full. He surely saw they were unlike any others he had seen before. At first he thought they were some sort of ancient breed or perhaps from another land. Though those thoughts quickly disappear when those wolves had turned into humans. 'Werewolves' whispered into his mind, as the rush of myths of the horrid creatures went through his head. Unbeunknowest to him though, they were unlike most legends of what humans would hear. A race of what might be considered werewolves that could transform at will at any given time desired.

True the night time was more of a favored time especially that underneath the raw need of the full moon where it felt they had to. To be free and be wild within nature. Their forms though similar to that of normal wolves. They were were larger in form and fur styles. An althought they ranged in colors and markings as well as size. To anyone who seen a wolf of this particular pack could still assume it as just regular wolf from afar, especially the younger ones.

At times the differences could only really be noticed if a normal wolf was there to compare against and if there was a need to. The height could have been significant enough to notice the difference if they had been adults, but in being teens. It meant they were not fully matured in size and in comparison to a normal wolf. The difference hardly would have been noticed, even if they had markings. They would have merely blended in with the fur rather than how a full adults coat would have been. So for a human, it was doubtful the comparison could have been made. They obviously didn't know the difference, that was until that fateful night.

Back at the Alpha's house. The families prepared for the funeral of the young teen who had been unfortunately fatally wounded and had passed. Weeping cries reverberated throughout in the wild and in the village below. Death claimed both sides on that so called hunting trip.

As the one side cried, not to far away the other side now raged. While the pack was in mourning thats when the villagers had rallied. Believing in old wives tales of folklore they could not take any chances in what the one hunter had told them.

So as most of the women stayed behind helping out the mothers and widows of the men who had been slain. The men of the village prepared themselves with whatever they could grab to be used as a weapon. Swords, pitchforks, hammers, bows and arrows. Bidding everyone good bye and vowing to return the dead to be given their last rites, they ventured off.

The armed villagers returned to that very site where the slaughter had gone down. To the blood soaked ground, they found the mangled bodies and unfortunately for the wolf pack, they found wolf tracks mixed with barefooted humans. One man piped up and appointed a few men to take back what was left of the bodies, then ordered the rest of the hunters to search the rest of the forest by following the tracks. The tracks that lead in the direction of the pack family homes.

Back at the gathering of the wolf families. The Alphas lectured the children on attacking the humans, about the dangers of what could come from it and what punishments were to be handed out. Unfortunately those punishments would be the least of the teens and most of all, everyone elses worry. Hunters abruptly interrupted, shouting and screaming to give the signals to the other hunters to charge the second they saw the families.

It was a pity the teens hadn't been more careful, because if they had been the human scout wouldn't have found the tracks leading up to the one home. Blood stained the grass in spots, hardly noticable to the untrained eyes, but to the wolves and to human trackers it was all they needed.. To the ignorant and fearful humans that was all they needed, just that faint of bit of trail along with all those sad mourning faces. It didn't take a genius to assume they went together. Plus, it wasn't as if the groups of people had much to stand there and debate about. No it was all about action. So on that charging call the action started without another signal.

With no kindness in their hearts. Archers lit their arrows and shot them off in all directions of the homes. Sword wielders charged in swinging as the others with hand weapons followed suit at the families. It mattered not to the humans if they looked human, it mattered not if they were women and children either. All would be slaughtered heartlessly this night.

The wolves on the other had still had not wanted to give up their secret lives, but fate had pushed their hand to break their own rules. This was not the night to run and hide, it was time to defend and fight for their survival. It would be not a war they would lose. Many women shifted in wolf form battling on all fours along side their men, as they stayed human to fight back with their skilled weapons. The children did their best to fend off the best they could until the guardians whisked them away to safety.

Wolves sliced into all those that endangered their existance. The humans fought with the same thought deeply seeded into their minds, working the best they could with their wounds. It was a long gory battle between the pack and the human invaders. It had felt like ages to both sides. Humans having their disadvantage of being human and the wolves having the disadvantage of having to protect their children. The wolves did the best they could in the fight to not reveal too much, it was already enough they had let humans see what they had.

Protecting their way of life and especially their race. They had to do their best for restraint, if lucky most other humans would think them mad if they told of this battle, but if all the humans were slaughtered only more in greater numbers would come. That was something the Alphas could not risk. Their precious secret was far too open for them to survive here now. It would hit hard, the leaving of their beloved and that had been home through so many generations, but alas nothing was forever.

So as the homes were burning to the ground, in a midst of battle the call was given to retreat. The pack as best they could took up the wounded they could carry and then returned to the harsh terrain of the mountains to get away.

In the end, time of the battle could not have been measured in the mind of the human or wolf. Time had a way of seeming to be a blur or even at times in slow motion in the heat of battle.

Nevertheless, too had much time was given into that war. Casualties that never should have been lost, were. Perhaps it was their own fault for losing as many as they had, so many of them holding back their other talents. Though they doubted, mourned and raged about what could have been different. What was done was done, and from that day forward policies would soon.

There had been such a blow to the bloodlines. Many families had lost beloved family members. Even the Tsukimoto family had great loss. It was devastating and yet still managed to keep hope alive. As well as strengthen their love for their leaders. It was heart wrenching and touching at the same time, watching the alphas give their lives for their people. The family did their best to protect them all, even sacrificing themselves more than they perhaps needed too. More would have been lost, but to ensure the royal line the elders did their best to save the children.

For others, some wandered to seperate from the empire to make what their species call packs of their own, saying their good byes to their old life and taking a chance at rebuilding their race on their own too and spreading their practices that the Tsukimoto's had taught them all.

For the Chained Alchemy Moon. As time had come and went the main families we follow has taken in other families to ensure the species. Looking out over those they selected to bring in, it was in their tradition and after what they had suffered. They related to those who had to endure some of the same fates. In time they learned to adapt in the practices.

All in all, what had happened to the bloodlines was something which fueled the fire to be all the more protective over their race, their bloodlines and their rules. Under the guidance of the new Alpha they now follow, the families who stayed to the pack stuck even more closer together then before. Finding themselves a new location for a home, a fresh start to hopefully thrive and allow their families to become large and strong once more.