The Origin of Werewolves

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It sucks, I know.

Long ago, in the deep dark dangers of the forest, reigned a KING! This king was no ordinary king, for in fact, he was not even human. The king ruled the forest as a great big grizzly bear. His roar echoed throughout the forest whenever he demanded something, and whatever he demanded was BROUGHT TO HIM!

One day, his military force, or a giant pack of wolves, was sent on a mission by the great king. These wolves were to go onto the land of unknown, in other words, where the “humans” reside. All animals, even the king, feared the humans…except the wolves.

The wolves wandered the city and ran into animals they have never seen before. Racoons, foxes, pigeons, squirrels, all common animals living within the city beside the humans. It astounded these wolves, who talked with themselves about this.

These animals must’ve been brave to not fear these humans since some even trust the humans enough to eat the food they offer, like the pigeons! The wolves knew the humans weren’t evil, they were just like other animals, which kill to eat, but are generous as well. Days later on a full moon after the wolves decided that their mission to explore the land of the humans was complete, they found out some devastating news.

The humans had slain their king. They saw the humans comment on the biggest bear they have ever caught, and this angered the wolves to no end. Outraged, the wolves stormed the city, attempting to sprout as much revenge as they could get. They didn’t get very much vengeance as they were killed or chased off, or were they? Little did they know, the humans were quite sensitive to their attack…

Something phenomenal, something no animal would’ve imagined had happened. The humans were such a complicated race, instead of enduring mere wolf bites, they literally became them, but with a much more aggressive attitude. The night this all happened was a full moon, for wolves always believed to howl at the moon when it was its brightest. This triggered something else. It was as if the moon enabled the wolf gene within the infected whenever it saw the entire earth, or when it was full.

Wolves always believed that the moon had great power, like the moon controlled the wolves themselves.

These genetically misplaced humans were forever known as werewolves after, but this story was always thought of as a myth. In fact, even werewolves were thought of as folk legend; there was no proof to say that they existed…but then again, there was no proof against their existence either…

The wolves believe in a Goddess, the moon. The moon to them gives them light in the dark and is accompanied with the angels, stars. Unlike the sun, the moon doesn't drown out the light and overdo it. When the moon is its brightest, the alpha male always howls on the tallest cliff or hill it can find to honour the moon. That is the way of the wolves. Wolves are never the leaders of a place, they take their life to the side, and only interfere when they want to hunt for food or for a ritual.

Or, I suck at making up stuff. =P

Oh well.
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Werewolves!

Poor bear-king. =(