Post by CHO on Mar 22, 2010 19:54:02 GMT -5
When you are hunted, life takes on a different meaning. You forget the simple joys and pleasures in life. That kind of stuff will get you killed. Stopping for a moment of rest or to look at something you might miss can be the stroke of death falling down towards you. To survive is to be strong. You cannot always be found looking over your shoulder at every turn. That's how they find you. That's how they hunt, looking for the weak ones to root the others out. You cannot wait for them to find you. If you do, you will die. And when you die, you become something…evil.- from the diary of an unknown Morrian female
For over fifteen hundred years, the Morrian have been hunted by both humans and Tuatha dé Danann alike. But no longer some vow. Making a pact with the Chuclainn, some of the Morrians have vowed to turn themselves from hunted to hunter and rid the world of any threat that yet remains to the Morrian race. But nothing is black and white and not everyone on either side of the fight is evil.