The Moon's Curse

Running and howling in pain His fate was suppressed with stains Of sins he enslaved. His onus relegated truth of everything he's denied. Now pleading for his life He wants to be human again "O beautiful moon that bestowed this curse on me, I've deigned to your eminence. I'll do anything, So please set me free!!!" Blood stains his clothes when the transformation goes. Fever rises and he’s left alone at dawn drenched in blood and his transformation pain. While his body aches as he left with shivers and shakes. Bitten in the woods he’s been damned by the werewolf’s curse. He feels it course through his veins in the middle of the day. No prayer can make this curse go away. Craving blood like never before he ties himself up in shackles on his porcelain bed room floor. Howling to the moon in the dead of night. He breaks his chains from the walls and looks at his claws as they cut through the remaining clothes on his wolf body. Breaking out free from his bedroom window making his way down from the tree and off to the woods where he can run wild and free.

Hunting down his prey and watching the blood drop from the silver grey fur he finds another wolf like him near the river stream. He runs over to ask him what has happened to me. He howls to the moon while saying you’ve got the gift to be forever free and you'll never be the same again. You'll remain half wolf and half human like me. Flabbergasted and petrified, this was not what he had in mind. He wants to be human. He wants to be free. The tears of innocence still crying and screaming within "O brother of Lycans. This curse that our gleaming mother has bestowed upon us. This is a gift even the Lamias are in envy. Feel the wrath and power O brother. Together, we shall upraise the Lycan race!!" His eyes grew bigger his claws grew longer. He had to leave his old life behind. Family and friends , college and work. All his dreams suddenly came crashing down in just one day. They soon turned to ashes of black and grey. Time to cope with the life of the wild. Time to leave beauty and become the beast. No more tears of innocence he said. Just blood spilling and hunting for the kill.

I have a lot of theories, I don't think I am a Werewolf, so don't think I am crazy... I think I am a Human with a Lycan spirit, making me a Lycan, I think true Lycans have died out but live on through modern Lycans in spirit! I also KNOW that vampires are real, I have been attacked by vampires they are cold and deceptive from what I know? Governments try to hide Lycanthrapy, I have a lot more to say but won't put it on here. I believe in Spiritual things, and the magic of the world.

The Garou

The Garou believe themselves to have been created by Gaia as her defense against the Wyrm and Weaver. They are the ultimate predators in the World of Darkness. They revere the Wyld but are also steeped in millennia old traditions. They are fighting to survive in the modern world, but cling to the old ways. Adding to their troubles is the fact that only one in ten offspring of a Garou turns out to be Garou themselves.

Worse still, their kin, the wolves, have been nearly hunted to extinction, leaving them with very few wolf mates. Thus they have had to make do with humans, thinning the primal instincts of the Garou so that a Homid Garou may never have seen a forest until after his First Change. There is one way to guarantee Garou offspring and this is to mate with another Garou. However, due to an ancient curse laid on the Garou, any offspring produced this way are deformed and sterile, marking them as obviously different. Their birth can put the life of their mother in jeopardy. Thus the Garou need to take their chances with humans and wolves to continue the line.

The Garou are a divided people, divided along lines of breed, auspice and tribe. Each Garou has a breed, auspice, and tribe and this means that they are not even uniform along a single trait. A Lupus Ahroun Child of Gaia is a far different creature than a Lupus Ahroun Shadow Lord even though they share two traits in common. The most severe divisions are between tribes, but breeds and auspices hold different values as well, which can contribute to conflicts in ideals.

MEDEIROS MALKAVIAN

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