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Unity.
For centuries, brave warriors of all races have fought for it, averting from their ancient customs and forsakening their own families and names. Through legends, their name remains in mind for eternity, as The Ancients.
The Ancients, though all different in skin and tongue, were just the same in mind: they believed that, no matter the race, all must have the right to grow alongside other creatures, that every race is equal and that the world must be taken out of the blind darkness that is the primal instinct to succumb to violence and conflict. After great wars of both blood and word, they managed to fulfil their goal.
But unity has always been frail and shaking, and with dark times ahead, the union of the races seems to be falling apart. Did the Ancients stand for nothing? Will their successors fall into the abbyss of their primal instincts?
Only time will tell, and day by day, bloodspill seems more and more inevitable...

The Clans
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The Qar
At the outskirts of the Union's territory lie the Klyk Mountains, a chain of ghostly silver mountains always covered by "รɳѳw" and ice, reflecting the frozen hearts of its inhabitants the Qar, of the snow leopard race. Many dangers await those who dare step into this beautiful yet deadly place...
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The Hout
The savannah's woodlands, however peaceful they may seem, are littered with dry bones on the floor and fresh corpses impaled into the "tʀɛɛ"s' branches, testament of its inhabitants the Hout, of the Leopard race. Though a truly frightening place, the Hout are not exatly what they seem. Be wary.
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The Woestyn
The magnificent Woestyn of the Lion race rule the central parts of the constantly bathed in sunlight "รɑѵɑɳɳɑɦ", hidden in the tall grass and roaring with the wind... But the grass covers the skulls of their brethrens and the roars are war anthems singing death. None survives once reaching them.
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The Ranapharesta
Like serpents slithering among the foliage the Ranapharesta of the Tiger race roam the "ʀɑiɳԲѳʀɛรt" with only bloodlust on their mind. Though each one living by themselves, do not be fooled; they will assemble at the slightest sight of danger and unleash their blind fury.
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The Kaal
The "wɑรtɛʆɑɳɗร", merely a patch of dried dirt on the southern outskirts of the Union's territories; and as barren as these lands are, life thrives off of it through the Kaal of the Hyena race. Savages in the eyes of the other races, the Kaal are content with their rough struggle for survival, where life is merely kill or be killed, steal or starve, and... laugh or laugh? Such a weird race...
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The Vlakte
The "pʆɑiɳร" stretch around the Woestyn's territories, the rockiest and driest plain portion of the Union's lands but also the only place the Vlakte of the Cheetah race can live, in the endless chase that they call life. A life of being hunted upon by the others has molded them into fierce souls, hard to take down despite their rather frail bodies.
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The Chuoy[will open later on]
The Chuoy live in a meadow, far away from everyone else. They decided to not get involved in the tribes' conflicts and arguments, at least at the moment. They are not what you call a tribe, rather more of a group. They are the "ɦɛʆp" brought by the ancients to these lands. The Chuoy is a mixed group, formed of felines of all kind. Snow leopards, forest leopards, lions, tigers, hyenas and cheetahs, there are all kind of individuals into this Clan.
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Hello, young soul.
Now that I have told you about the world you will be sent to, it is time for you to make a choice. What form will you take? What faction will you join? What will you fight for?
These are all great choices, young one. Choose carefully, as what you will become will affect not only you, but those around you. Take your time...

Are you done? No, no need to tell me what you've chosen. I am not one to know that.
Now that you are done, there is one last warning I must give you, one last direction.
You see, young one, this world is not inhabited only by four-pawed creatures, but also by a race called 'Humans', great creatures who are the spirits love. If one four-pawed such as you would be diabolical enough as to kill a human, they would inherit the human's soul, and through a rite of passage and blessing from the spirits of beyond, will be able to shift from four paws to two and live among humans... But at a great cost. What, you ask? That I cannot tell you...
So go on, young soul! With the body that you've chosen, live a life among your kind until one day, we meet again.

Useful links:
The Qar
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The Huot
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The Woestyn
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The Ranapharesta
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The Kaal
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The Vlakte
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The Chuoy
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