[ this is a place of rivalry, we pledge upon our darkest hearts that shall rule the night by the year 2010 . seek only what you know you will find . you slowly move along the shoreline, the waves are lapping at the cold, sandy beach and slightly touching your paws . the moon is full, and shines down upon the ocean, making it seem like a wave of authentic black silk . far off in the distance you notice a large building, you begin to wonder what lurks within it . coincidently it begins to rain and your fur begins to soak in the droplets . you instantly begin to run for the building, trying your hardest to avoid the rain . eventually your reach the building, you notice that it is a cathedral . but there is something odd about this cathedral, the cross has been ripped off the roof and blood has been smeared over the colourful stained windows . you quickly push you way through the slightly opened, heavy, wooden door and stop . the inside was generally like and ordinary cathedral, large, wooden benches lined up either side of the large hall, red carpet running between them all . you look up the far end of the cathedral, the statues had been torn down, lit candles placed all over the benches and in a circle where the priest would stand . suddenly you notice a large, grey wolf sitting in the middle of the circle of candles . his eyes glare, almost as if they were burning right through you . he slowly stands and jumps out of the circle, making sure that he never went too close to the burning flames . the grey slowly approaches you and gives a simple smirk ]

”Welcome to the Cathedral. This is a place for those who are darker than the evils, too gothic to be Black Magic and too malicious to be demonic. I am One Thirteen, the High Commander of the Rebellion. You two are more than welcome to join us, but you must abide by the laws or may your blood be spilled in sacrifice. The choice is up to you.”

[ with that One Thirteen stepped back and ran off . you watch as he disappears up a staircase and reappears upon the priest’s balcony . he let’s out a loud, mournful howl and waits silently . within moments the first two benches are filled with wolves, all of them looking eagerly at you ]