Post by Rit on Feb 28, 2006 16:01:56 GMT -5
It was far from the slow start of technology when one word became common - Gold! Men wanted it, wives pleaded uneasy men to set off in search of it, Government officials tried to get it all first - the land was in a gold fever. As the popularity grew, less and less gold could be found, despite the some thousand people searching - until a wintery day in 1902.
William L. Gordon was his name, the man a born patriotic American man; a high-ranking official in the century-old government. He, too, was engulfed by the gold-fever, and seemed possessed by the fact that there was, still, gold. Come a deeply bitter day in 1902, Gordon discovered a small, un-touched area in the far north of Canada, a place where gold could be found, supposedly, under every other rock.
He was quick to notify the U.S government; and in turn he was sent men and dogs in order to gather it up. But it did not take long for them to find more, and more, un-disturbed jackpots in the harsh north. And soon, the neglected and underfed dogs began to die, and no longer did the government have the amount of dogs needed.
So began Project Wolf. From homes, farms, streets and shelters the valuable dogs were stolen; with no consideration as to what breed. From huskies to golden retrievers, poodles to terriers, all were snatched and shipped up into the harsh wild. The majority, unsuited for such climate, died upon breathing in the painfully cold air. But others, the stronger, could survive. But soon, in spite of their ability to survive, many dogs had not the muscle or will to pull the heavily loaded sled.
Soon, the government was forced with only one option - wolves. The beautiful animals, under hatred by the country, were caught and shipped up to a small town dubbed simply Loghouse; there they interbred with the weak, pitiful dogs and huskies, or simply stayed to pull the sled.
Now, a mere year after such, the gold is slowly decreasing, but the demand is not. More and more dogs and wolves are being snatched from their homes to pull the overflowing sled, with scarcely a bone a week for food. Even the most gentle of dogs will soon lose all temperament they once had - becoming fierce, cold, and worn by such horrible treatment. The dogs and wolves alike roam the small town and outskirts of Loghouse, some taken away strong for expeditions and returned shivering and weary, preying on each other, and more simply, the weak. It is survival of the fittest.
There may be miniplots and such, but this is the idea to stick to.
William L. Gordon was his name, the man a born patriotic American man; a high-ranking official in the century-old government. He, too, was engulfed by the gold-fever, and seemed possessed by the fact that there was, still, gold. Come a deeply bitter day in 1902, Gordon discovered a small, un-touched area in the far north of Canada, a place where gold could be found, supposedly, under every other rock.
He was quick to notify the U.S government; and in turn he was sent men and dogs in order to gather it up. But it did not take long for them to find more, and more, un-disturbed jackpots in the harsh north. And soon, the neglected and underfed dogs began to die, and no longer did the government have the amount of dogs needed.
So began Project Wolf. From homes, farms, streets and shelters the valuable dogs were stolen; with no consideration as to what breed. From huskies to golden retrievers, poodles to terriers, all were snatched and shipped up into the harsh wild. The majority, unsuited for such climate, died upon breathing in the painfully cold air. But others, the stronger, could survive. But soon, in spite of their ability to survive, many dogs had not the muscle or will to pull the heavily loaded sled.
Soon, the government was forced with only one option - wolves. The beautiful animals, under hatred by the country, were caught and shipped up to a small town dubbed simply Loghouse; there they interbred with the weak, pitiful dogs and huskies, or simply stayed to pull the sled.
Now, a mere year after such, the gold is slowly decreasing, but the demand is not. More and more dogs and wolves are being snatched from their homes to pull the overflowing sled, with scarcely a bone a week for food. Even the most gentle of dogs will soon lose all temperament they once had - becoming fierce, cold, and worn by such horrible treatment. The dogs and wolves alike roam the small town and outskirts of Loghouse, some taken away strong for expeditions and returned shivering and weary, preying on each other, and more simply, the weak. It is survival of the fittest.
There may be miniplots and such, but this is the idea to stick to.