DamiClo
Senior Member
Some time ago, in the past, people used to believe in mythical creatures, supernatural entities that would easily be able to crush humanity if they tried to. They were considered a danger and as such they had to be eradicated, vanished from the areas inhabited by the poor humans who were constantly threatened by such monstrous beings.
Soon, the fear of being destroyed took over those who believed in the creatures and a delusional braveness overcame the fear. Hunting groups were formed among those who wouldn't consider themselves safe until not a single monster would be left for them to be afraid of. Humans couldn't be the weak ones, because as the weak ones they would be the one to fall.
Those were harsh times and as such no mythical creature could consider itself completely safe from human attack. True, they were much more powerful, but in matter of numbers they were quite a few compared to the human race. Sad, but that was reality. Cruel and terrifying reality. Some of them dreamed, longed for the time when they were unbeatable beings, when the were even revered by those lowly human beings, but those times were gone and now they could only hide to survive...
Now, let's start with this story. Right on the very center of a European country two villages coexisted. They were partially normal, normal people and normal business. What was that made them partially ordinary? Their werewolves problem. For years villagers had claimed to hear a howl on the woods, to even catch a glimpse of a human like furry blur in the middle of the night during a full moon and they had lived in fear for a long time.
Over the years a group was created. They called themselves the 'fraternity'. Brave and outstanding men from both of the villages got tired of being afraid of being tore apart by inhuman beings that were able to take a human appearance but that would be devouring you in the blink of an eye without hesitating and so they got together to end their 'pest problem' once and for all.
But what about the wolves? Were they really as inhumane as humans believed them to be? Or were they much more civilized than those barbarians that could only think of war and the bloodshed of their kind? Let's talk a little bit more about the packs then. There were two of them, each one divided by a forested area which at the same time divided the two villages as well. They had also coexisted for a long time, though werewolves can be quite territorial and so the sole thing that kept them from fighting and allowed them to be able to live despite the proximity was for the borders and limitations to be respected, no member of any pack could cross that line if so either they would immediately be executed or a war would broke out between the two packs.
Nevertheless, things were changing, the situation was changing and soon the werewolves would be forced to turn to each other for help and maybe even merge the two packs together or they would be executed by the humans whom would stop at nothing until having them all dead. The times were moving forward and if they were not willing to change their ways time would soon leave them behind, for time is always indifferent and cruel to those who cannot adapt to the change of it.
And so all of this begins...
A cloaked petite girl rushed through a packed street as she seemed to be holding a bag between her arms. The girl was agile and fast and soon she found herself out of the market area, running down the main street towards the village borders. It was something that would be considered careless for most, considering it that no normal human would usually move in such a way. But the girl was in a hurry and she didn't have the time to go and be acting human.
As soon as she reached the village walls she slowed her peace though and casually walked through the huge gates. The guards sleeping as she knew they would and as noiselessly as she could she sneaked out of the village to the thick forested area that separated her from her home. As soon as her feet touched the grass and she could no longer see the village behind her she let out a triumphant yell, which would sound to any other as a howl, before running deep into the forest, a smile peeking out from her cloak.
Soon, the fear of being destroyed took over those who believed in the creatures and a delusional braveness overcame the fear. Hunting groups were formed among those who wouldn't consider themselves safe until not a single monster would be left for them to be afraid of. Humans couldn't be the weak ones, because as the weak ones they would be the one to fall.
Those were harsh times and as such no mythical creature could consider itself completely safe from human attack. True, they were much more powerful, but in matter of numbers they were quite a few compared to the human race. Sad, but that was reality. Cruel and terrifying reality. Some of them dreamed, longed for the time when they were unbeatable beings, when the were even revered by those lowly human beings, but those times were gone and now they could only hide to survive...
Now, let's start with this story. Right on the very center of a European country two villages coexisted. They were partially normal, normal people and normal business. What was that made them partially ordinary? Their werewolves problem. For years villagers had claimed to hear a howl on the woods, to even catch a glimpse of a human like furry blur in the middle of the night during a full moon and they had lived in fear for a long time.
Over the years a group was created. They called themselves the 'fraternity'. Brave and outstanding men from both of the villages got tired of being afraid of being tore apart by inhuman beings that were able to take a human appearance but that would be devouring you in the blink of an eye without hesitating and so they got together to end their 'pest problem' once and for all.
But what about the wolves? Were they really as inhumane as humans believed them to be? Or were they much more civilized than those barbarians that could only think of war and the bloodshed of their kind? Let's talk a little bit more about the packs then. There were two of them, each one divided by a forested area which at the same time divided the two villages as well. They had also coexisted for a long time, though werewolves can be quite territorial and so the sole thing that kept them from fighting and allowed them to be able to live despite the proximity was for the borders and limitations to be respected, no member of any pack could cross that line if so either they would immediately be executed or a war would broke out between the two packs.
Nevertheless, things were changing, the situation was changing and soon the werewolves would be forced to turn to each other for help and maybe even merge the two packs together or they would be executed by the humans whom would stop at nothing until having them all dead. The times were moving forward and if they were not willing to change their ways time would soon leave them behind, for time is always indifferent and cruel to those who cannot adapt to the change of it.
And so all of this begins...
A cloaked petite girl rushed through a packed street as she seemed to be holding a bag between her arms. The girl was agile and fast and soon she found herself out of the market area, running down the main street towards the village borders. It was something that would be considered careless for most, considering it that no normal human would usually move in such a way. But the girl was in a hurry and she didn't have the time to go and be acting human.
As soon as she reached the village walls she slowed her peace though and casually walked through the huge gates. The guards sleeping as she knew they would and as noiselessly as she could she sneaked out of the village to the thick forested area that separated her from her home. As soon as her feet touched the grass and she could no longer see the village behind her she let out a triumphant yell, which would sound to any other as a howl, before running deep into the forest, a smile peeking out from her cloak.