...and as God abandoned us, we howled Our First Cries of War...
It is said that God saw beauty in both man and beast - his two most prized creations; the wolf who hunted, and the man who hunted him. He sought not to desecrate the two, yet to join them into one brilliant, beautiful breed of creature, to bridge the gap between they of four legs and they of two. And thus he reached out to take a handful of dust, molding it and shaping it just so. And when it was perfect in his eyes, he blew life into it, and it took its first, shaking breath. The creature trembled and cried out; for it was alone, with no pack to lead and no companion to hold. So God made more of them. Hundreds and hundreds of them, all seeking companionship and rank within their new pack. They fought, for weeks and weeks they fought, and after 14 days the final two winners came to a standstill. They could either die, killing each other, or live as separate packs. They went their separate ways, each choosing with whom their loyalties lay.
While the two packs slowly lay claim to their territory, trying to find where they could blend in and go unnoticed among both humans and the other creatures of the world, God realized what he had done. The forests and plains and mountains and oceans could never truly be a home for them, while man would never truly accept them; even now, such a young species, too corrupt to understand. So while half of them ran to the far side of the world, across mountains and oceans to the open, unexplored lands to the West, and the other half went North to the cold and snowy lands of the barbarians, God faded away, unable to look upon the horror he had created in his own mind. He could not destroy them, for they were his most favored breed, but they could not live in the world in which he had made them.
He watched them, for years and years he watched them, helping when he could. But there was nothing more that he could do now.
So, God, in his sadness, then created the demi-gods of the world, to watch over it and protect it, its people and its creatures, in his absence. Each god was attracted to one of the many societies that had slowly sprung up; the Greeks and Romans, the Indians, the Egyptians, the Celts, the Norse, the Aztec, the Inca, and hundreds, hundreds more. They promised the highest of them, simply known as God, to lead them and guide them; protect them and direct their praises to Him. And for years they did.
And when they day came that he could no longer bear it, God vanished; absorbed in his own pain, and the pain he had put his beloved creatures through. And over the years, with no proof or reminders that he had ever existed, the others forgot him. These new demi-gods fancied themselves all powerful and immortal, and because of that they were made so - by the very people who now worshiped them. Eventually they too forgot the one being who created them, breathed life into their souls and gave them orders to protect. With no leader, they did what they wanted. With no God, they were -by definition- true Gods.
But the people never accepted the one true God's other creation; the beautiful hybrid of Man and Wolf. The majority of the Gods did not choose them either, knowing that God -if he was still out there anymore- favored these creatures above all, including them. So they were left to find their own way in the world, against humans, gods and demons alike. For many years, they were simply called "beasts." But the two packs, living in two different lands, evolved in different ways.
Eventually the pack of the North was accepted by Loki - one of the gods of the Norse - who fathered the giant wolf Fenrir, and saw his essence in them. The pack of the West, an ocean away and across miles and miles of land, Atira - a Mothering goddess of all in the West - saw them for their true beauty, and took them in to shelter them. Over many years, the pack of the North became known as Lycan, and the pack of the West - Vampire. The Lycan, in the cold and lead by Loki, became more wolven, and the Vampires, in the heat and lead by Atira, more human. Yet both came from the same first two Bellua - both a perfect merge of Man and Wolf. That is where we come in.
While the two packs slowly lay claim to their territory, trying to find where they could blend in and go unnoticed among both humans and the other creatures of the world, God realized what he had done. The forests and plains and mountains and oceans could never truly be a home for them, while man would never truly accept them; even now, such a young species, too corrupt to understand. So while half of them ran to the far side of the world, across mountains and oceans to the open, unexplored lands to the West, and the other half went North to the cold and snowy lands of the barbarians, God faded away, unable to look upon the horror he had created in his own mind. He could not destroy them, for they were his most favored breed, but they could not live in the world in which he had made them.
He watched them, for years and years he watched them, helping when he could. But there was nothing more that he could do now.
So, God, in his sadness, then created the demi-gods of the world, to watch over it and protect it, its people and its creatures, in his absence. Each god was attracted to one of the many societies that had slowly sprung up; the Greeks and Romans, the Indians, the Egyptians, the Celts, the Norse, the Aztec, the Inca, and hundreds, hundreds more. They promised the highest of them, simply known as God, to lead them and guide them; protect them and direct their praises to Him. And for years they did.
And when they day came that he could no longer bear it, God vanished; absorbed in his own pain, and the pain he had put his beloved creatures through. And over the years, with no proof or reminders that he had ever existed, the others forgot him. These new demi-gods fancied themselves all powerful and immortal, and because of that they were made so - by the very people who now worshiped them. Eventually they too forgot the one being who created them, breathed life into their souls and gave them orders to protect. With no leader, they did what they wanted. With no God, they were -by definition- true Gods.
But the people never accepted the one true God's other creation; the beautiful hybrid of Man and Wolf. The majority of the Gods did not choose them either, knowing that God -if he was still out there anymore- favored these creatures above all, including them. So they were left to find their own way in the world, against humans, gods and demons alike. For many years, they were simply called "beasts." But the two packs, living in two different lands, evolved in different ways.
Eventually the pack of the North was accepted by Loki - one of the gods of the Norse - who fathered the giant wolf Fenrir, and saw his essence in them. The pack of the West, an ocean away and across miles and miles of land, Atira - a Mothering goddess of all in the West - saw them for their true beauty, and took them in to shelter them. Over many years, the pack of the North became known as Lycan, and the pack of the West - Vampire. The Lycan, in the cold and lead by Loki, became more wolven, and the Vampires, in the heat and lead by Atira, more human. Yet both came from the same first two Bellua - both a perfect merge of Man and Wolf. That is where we come in.