The Silver Wolf and It's Eight Marks.

The world of Luanar is ruled by Marks and Gifts. Family lines that are so old they date thousands of years and hold respect and those that are new and fresh but powerful. Both the Families and their Marks or Gifts are catagorized in different hierarchies and must be respected or looked down upon.


"She has four Marks and...and four Gifts sire." The old woman whispered in a trembling voice. The man before her frowned in thought. "I see." Was the man's only response before he nodded and a swift blade cut through the frail old woman's neck. Thud. Thud. Thud. Her head bounced three time on the cold stone floor before it rolled to the dark damp corner of her cell.

"I wish I could have done more...I wish ." The old woman thought, her pale cheek against the damp stones and her conscious slowly fading to black as death finally took her.