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There have been stories passed down from generation to generation about how everything became as it was now. It is mostly repeated by elderly, or those in positions of power, such as the Council, or a high-ranking officer in the military. The origin of Lantine society came crashing from the sky.
Rewinding now, eons ago, this planet was barely awakening to the idea of sentience. Creatures were evolving, using tools, communicating, building. The balance of power shifted from the large beasts of the planet to these bipedal, yet primitive, furred creatures. Similar evolving occurred in the ocean, introducing the scaled and gilled hunters of the deep.
These two races, who will be referred to as Lantines on the land, and Kintoks in the sea, were the only creatures with any semblance of budding intelligence. This did not go unnoticed by outside forces. These forces soon made themselves known to these primitive creatures.
The equator of this particular little oceanic and island-based planet is a veritable rain belt. The weather is constantly nasty, wet, cloudy. Wind storms were not uncommon, blending with the rain to cause terrible monsoon-like disasters. It was during one of these storms that something fell from the sky, something unidentifiable to any of the primitive Lantines watching the spectacle. With their catlike eyes huge, their long ears standing on end, they watched this... bulb crash from the very storm clouds. The collision was enormous, the resulting crater just as massive. No one dared approach it--with the planet being dangerous enough as it was, who was to know what would come of this large pod that fell from the sky?
Only one Lantine dared investigate. He was still fairly young, his amber fur only just recently shifting to show the coming dark stripe patterns on his shoulders and back. He was training to be a hunter for the tribe. He had potential to do great, but his overwhelming curiosity was a fault according to the elders. Curiosity was just as dangerous as the beasts they hunted. It was this young Lantine that would journey from the village of broken trees and large leaves to the crash sight, green eyes huge with wonder.
Rewinding now, eons ago, this planet was barely awakening to the idea of sentience. Creatures were evolving, using tools, communicating, building. The balance of power shifted from the large beasts of the planet to these bipedal, yet primitive, furred creatures. Similar evolving occurred in the ocean, introducing the scaled and gilled hunters of the deep.
These two races, who will be referred to as Lantines on the land, and Kintoks in the sea, were the only creatures with any semblance of budding intelligence. This did not go unnoticed by outside forces. These forces soon made themselves known to these primitive creatures.
The equator of this particular little oceanic and island-based planet is a veritable rain belt. The weather is constantly nasty, wet, cloudy. Wind storms were not uncommon, blending with the rain to cause terrible monsoon-like disasters. It was during one of these storms that something fell from the sky, something unidentifiable to any of the primitive Lantines watching the spectacle. With their catlike eyes huge, their long ears standing on end, they watched this... bulb crash from the very storm clouds. The collision was enormous, the resulting crater just as massive. No one dared approach it--with the planet being dangerous enough as it was, who was to know what would come of this large pod that fell from the sky?
Only one Lantine dared investigate. He was still fairly young, his amber fur only just recently shifting to show the coming dark stripe patterns on his shoulders and back. He was training to be a hunter for the tribe. He had potential to do great, but his overwhelming curiosity was a fault according to the elders. Curiosity was just as dangerous as the beasts they hunted. It was this young Lantine that would journey from the village of broken trees and large leaves to the crash sight, green eyes huge with wonder.