ok, i know this is ganna be a stupid story, but i was bored ( obvliously not THAT bored, because it's so short, sorry it is,) so i made a version of Mercedes Lackey's stories of Valdemar series with were-wolves. it's after owl-flight and all the books published, really. so yeah, sorry it's short, i'm lazy.
i don't own it, yeah, yeah, yeah, you all know, damn it all
In the older times, before even the brawl that led to what was known as the cataclysm that destroyed the stronghold of the worlds two most powerful mages, Ma'ar, and Urthro, the mage of silence, there was a legend. A legend that was considered insane and impossible that when the gods themselves made the world, they also made an alternate species that looked almost exactly like a human( a bit paler, and ran a normal temp. of 107, to keep all infection dead.), lived normally, and was ordinary in almost every way. Except when a moon rose full. The being would…change. Into a wolf-like creature with claws and fangs, sharp ears and speed. The creatures were supposed to protect those worthy in the first few years, and Eliminate the bad humans early on in existence .
But the Creators weren't all of the same mind. there was one who was not as ... "kind" as the others. He wanted the humans to suffer. So he made it possible for the "disease" of the wolf-men to be spread, through the bite of the infected ones while in there wolfy form. He also made it so that they had no control over there actions, and killed without mercy. The others did not see this, but one. The Jokester, and when he told others of this, they did not believe him.
He had not enough power to destroy the changes the "Evil One" had made, so he put in them the power to fight the Hunger that made them kill so willingly, to be passed with the bite. He did not expect that in a few years of there life, They could refuse to change at The Moon, and change whenever they felt it necessary. And when the others found that the Jokester had told them the truth, they banished the Evil god, and made him human, but an evil human he was, still no wolf could get to him. He in time he came to be known to ALL as Ma'ar. Though they tried, the gods discovered that they could not correct the changes to the Wolf-men, for they had no say now that the had given life to the creatures they made, all they could do was watch.
But what the Jokester did was valiant and they made him the King of All Gods, using the power they had taken from Ma'ar and passed it to him. The Legend became known by a speaker of the Gods, who was soon after this, named crazy, and was forced to retire. Somehow, the disease went down the ages, some bad wolves, some good who bit few who knew the secret, and wanted to help them.
who could, after all, believe the story of the "were-wolves?" it was to frightening, to most, and considered it a childish fantasy.
This is where this story starts.
well, there you go.
