The Fall of Father Wolf and the Curse

THE BANS AND FATHER WOLF

Father Wolf was the highest and most elder spirit of Pangaea to survive the years of his rule. As a creature made of incalculable power, the concept of age was heinous to him. He was beyond the effects of aging for so many millennia that when he began to slip, he never conceded defeat. His fangs, however, could not lie. They began to dull and his once vast reasoning and intellect could no longer reach as far as they used to. More and more, the spirits who attempted to enslave the Physical Realm succeeded and stayed in power longer, some even escaped Father Wolf?s once fearful wrath.

The First Pack saw the change in their father and doubt began to sink its infected teeth into their souls. On one side, they had their father, whose age and experience, along with their paternity, was more than invaluable to them. On the other, they were a wolf pack, and their alpha male was losing his ability to lead them effectively. As an instinct, it would seem logical to slay their father and return stronger, batting down the threats of the Shadow Realms. However, they were not full-wolf, and as such had a conscience and a responsibility for whom or what they killed. Even given that their father no longer deserved to lead the pack, killing him would still be a patricidal ****.

And Urfarah could not submit his role until **** tore him from it.

Every spirit has a specific ban, a limitation to their power. Every spirit has instinctual knowledge of their ban, so that they may avoid its utilization. Informing another of one?s ban is a risky step, even when it is entrusted to your own children. For that reason, Father Wolf kept his own to himself, unwittingly damning them. Father Wolf?s was that he could not fight back against any who desired to have his position and deserved it. The only creatures of that time who could replace him were his own children, so he kept his ban a secret from fear of usurpation of his role from an envious pup. He also figured that he had little to fear from his competent, wise, and moral offspring.

Often had the children struck out of anger or sorrow at their father, but had never sought a killing blow. As such, Urfarah had easily controlled their childish insurgences before. However, this circumstance had the fate of all worlds staked to it, so the foremothers and forefathers were seeking nothing less than their father?s end.

Easily, too easily, they committed the dire act.

With his once powerful hide and muscles lain open, the dying Great Spirit let loose an earth-shattering howl, driving humans, evil and good, into hiding and the spirits into a frenzy. Any that could kill the Border Marsh Hunter was too great a threat to stand against, surely! The werewolf who stood and slew his father was instantly eradicated by the weight of his father?s howl, and the other werewolves were struck still for the longest of times. Mother Luna, outraged and mournful, made an irrevocable vow that all her children were cursed, a curse that has stood until even now.

At this cataclysmic time, many Heaven-Spirits were inexplicably thrown into the darkest and most horrifying portions of the worlds and a rupture sounded through all of the worlds. Ice caps in the poles and atop the mountains were released and islands sank beneath the oceans. Earthquakes spiked in number, and Pangaea was torn asunder. The Hunter?s Paradise was no longer.

Now, we are Forsaken. We are the Uratha, the few of our kind who had the courage to stand against our ailing Father and send him to a well-deserved rest. All other werewolves cowered at the thought of attacking their father, either out of terror at his might or love of him. Thy hunt us relentlessly now, claiming us to be traitors, even though they would sooner damn the world to the spirits than we. Or our sake, Mother Luna saw that we had **** and forgave us our limited wisdom, lifting part of our curse. However, she saw the cowards who would have let her beloved Pangaea be destroyed and her lover be plagued with millennia more of unwilling service. She kept the whole of the curse upon their shaking shoulders. She also withholds her blessings from them, allowing only us to bask in the light of her in her glory, changing shape and face throughout the months.

May Father Wolf forgive us for ending him, and all others for opposing his ideals.