Post by wrentok on May 7, 2013 15:47:33 GMT -5
It is said that in the darker parts of the black forests of Germany that the wolf still reigns supreme over all that would enter his territory.This is a story, should you choose to believe it, of one of those wolves and his departure from his homeland.Germany had been home to the wolves for as long as anyone could remember and clan Dark Paw was known for their fierce pack. Some time ago a small litter had been born to the clan and many proud parents, one of these was a pup named Wren.Wren was on the smaller side as a pup and often he was the butt of a great many jokes from the others in the pack. These squabbles were normal and many believed the little cub would never make it to adulthood. Another of the cubs, known as Klev, also possessed a smaller form but a ginormous mouth. Often times Wren would need to step in and protect the female from herself as she allowed her pea brain to lose track of her alligator mouth. The larger cubs often made them both pay dearly for Krev's outbursts but Wren never held it against the girl as they grew.
Time passed much more quickly than any of the pack realized and soon the litter was approaching puberty. Some of the cubs had already began to mature and they took on more chores as result. But with responsibility also comes the power of the being adult and those that could began to goad the others of the litter to mature as well. Throughout this time Wren had been building size to his fight, though he had started life a small pup he was now becoming a large adolescent. His rage and aggression had always been his saving grace against the stronger members of the litter but now he was adding size to the mix. Many had slowed or stopped their teasing and humiliation of him and even Klev as he protected the small,loud female. Today was different though and three sizable members were violently thrashing poor Klev whilst she was unguarded by her Wren. The girl had been partially to blame of course, but they took it to extremes and she fought for her own survival. The largest of the three sneered as the other two struck at the frail girl again and again, trying to force her into submission or self defense. Their plan however was failing miserably as Klev barely clung to life and their assault continued. The howls of pain and triumph filled the air and many of the older members of the pack gathered to watch and bare witness for the girl but when each strike pushed her further from life it was obvious she was "useless". Wren arrived about the time she gathered her last breath to strike her opponents, lunging at them in a fury of swipes and gurgle filled angst. The leader of this three person execution finally stepped in and clamped onto Klev's neck, pinning the female to the ground as he ripped her throat from her.
Wren stood there a few moments that seemed to drag on forever into eternity as he stared at the corpse belonging to friend of his youth."You're next, pup" the leader growled out at Wren through his bared teeth and snapping the pup back to reality. He stood atop a mound and he snapped at Wren to exaggerate his point. Wren's stomach turned and twisted, a burning heat filled his body as the rage and weight of the situation set in. The heat began in all four of his paws, moving slowly toward his chest and head from each of the four legs as his vision narrowed to the snout that still held tissue from Kelv's neck. The wolfen form of the gang's leader began to shrink as Wren watched him, growing smaller and more fearful by the second and the sound of gasps and growling was heard all around him. Finally it happened, Wren had moved nearly the moment he decided his course of action. The large bestial form obeying with speed and accuracy like he had never known before this moment as he lept upon his enemy full force. Massive claw filled hands tore into the now tiny wolf in front of him, they appeared nothing like him and the felt nothing like him but they obeyed his commands and for now that was enough. " Klev must be avenged" was his only thought as he set to work with a focused fury that felt so familiar to him it was staggering. He was Wren still surely, but also he was something else entirely. Something faster,stronger and above all else....~hungry~.
If Wren had thought time passed quickly back then, he was slapped full in the face with just how slowly time could crawl now. Nearly another a year and a half has come and gone since the loss of his childhood friend and six months from his departure from the garou sept. An older garou had stepped in to stop Wren from destroying the entire pack and brought him to a pack. they taught him of humans and garou, what he was and what he was becoming. They taught him control and soon he was ready to begin his own pack.Which brings us to the present and a man sitting on a bench meant for hikers and joggers to rest while in the park enjoying the scenery. The man is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt half unzipped to show a picture of a Fox logo on the t-shirt underneath, old faded and worn jeans held up with a studded leather belt and a pair of waterproof combat boots. The man is staring up at the canopy and breathing deeply of the air around him, enjoying nature to its fullest.A bird chirps a few feet away and before anyone can look back to where the man was sitting he vanishes without a trace, leaving only a few wrappers from the processed meat he was eating. Where is this man now? Who was he? What does he have to do with the wolves of Germany and most importantly would you really believe me if i told you his name is Wren?
Time passed much more quickly than any of the pack realized and soon the litter was approaching puberty. Some of the cubs had already began to mature and they took on more chores as result. But with responsibility also comes the power of the being adult and those that could began to goad the others of the litter to mature as well. Throughout this time Wren had been building size to his fight, though he had started life a small pup he was now becoming a large adolescent. His rage and aggression had always been his saving grace against the stronger members of the litter but now he was adding size to the mix. Many had slowed or stopped their teasing and humiliation of him and even Klev as he protected the small,loud female. Today was different though and three sizable members were violently thrashing poor Klev whilst she was unguarded by her Wren. The girl had been partially to blame of course, but they took it to extremes and she fought for her own survival. The largest of the three sneered as the other two struck at the frail girl again and again, trying to force her into submission or self defense. Their plan however was failing miserably as Klev barely clung to life and their assault continued. The howls of pain and triumph filled the air and many of the older members of the pack gathered to watch and bare witness for the girl but when each strike pushed her further from life it was obvious she was "useless". Wren arrived about the time she gathered her last breath to strike her opponents, lunging at them in a fury of swipes and gurgle filled angst. The leader of this three person execution finally stepped in and clamped onto Klev's neck, pinning the female to the ground as he ripped her throat from her.
Wren stood there a few moments that seemed to drag on forever into eternity as he stared at the corpse belonging to friend of his youth."You're next, pup" the leader growled out at Wren through his bared teeth and snapping the pup back to reality. He stood atop a mound and he snapped at Wren to exaggerate his point. Wren's stomach turned and twisted, a burning heat filled his body as the rage and weight of the situation set in. The heat began in all four of his paws, moving slowly toward his chest and head from each of the four legs as his vision narrowed to the snout that still held tissue from Kelv's neck. The wolfen form of the gang's leader began to shrink as Wren watched him, growing smaller and more fearful by the second and the sound of gasps and growling was heard all around him. Finally it happened, Wren had moved nearly the moment he decided his course of action. The large bestial form obeying with speed and accuracy like he had never known before this moment as he lept upon his enemy full force. Massive claw filled hands tore into the now tiny wolf in front of him, they appeared nothing like him and the felt nothing like him but they obeyed his commands and for now that was enough. " Klev must be avenged" was his only thought as he set to work with a focused fury that felt so familiar to him it was staggering. He was Wren still surely, but also he was something else entirely. Something faster,stronger and above all else....~hungry~.
If Wren had thought time passed quickly back then, he was slapped full in the face with just how slowly time could crawl now. Nearly another a year and a half has come and gone since the loss of his childhood friend and six months from his departure from the garou sept. An older garou had stepped in to stop Wren from destroying the entire pack and brought him to a pack. they taught him of humans and garou, what he was and what he was becoming. They taught him control and soon he was ready to begin his own pack.Which brings us to the present and a man sitting on a bench meant for hikers and joggers to rest while in the park enjoying the scenery. The man is wearing a black hooded sweatshirt half unzipped to show a picture of a Fox logo on the t-shirt underneath, old faded and worn jeans held up with a studded leather belt and a pair of waterproof combat boots. The man is staring up at the canopy and breathing deeply of the air around him, enjoying nature to its fullest.A bird chirps a few feet away and before anyone can look back to where the man was sitting he vanishes without a trace, leaving only a few wrappers from the processed meat he was eating. Where is this man now? Who was he? What does he have to do with the wolves of Germany and most importantly would you really believe me if i told you his name is Wren?