The world is cold and harsh, it is a new time. The pack of Telarko has been forced to leave their old home, because the food there has gone elsewhere. If they didn't move they would starve to death. They wander for weeks, their ribs becoming even more evident as they go, until they stumble upon paradise. The trees are tall, with gentle sloping meadows, the deer graze. There is something strange about the place, but the pack stays.
Many years later strange things start happening. Powers are beginning to arise. Above the land sits a tall mountain, it is ominous. The powers that are becoming more common with the birth of new pups are weak, but still, they are powers. The wolves with the strongest powers use them to get to the top of the pack, but then, the four strongest wolves all want alpha-hood. They fight, followed by others with their powers. The wolves without powers are mocked, and forced into slavery, considered the omegas of the clan. After three years of fighting the clan splits into their groups of power, creating four separate packs.
Up in that ominous mountain something was indeed watching, two something’s actually. Their names were Kazari and Vexed. They were gods of a sort, immortal, and it was they who had caused the powers, and they who had ruled... some of the greatest alphas in the wolves times had been possessed or instructed by Kazari and Vexed. They would call followers to them by howling through the night, catching a certain wolf with their song and enchanting him to their mountains. Now, the wolves were beginning to worship something, and it wasn't them. They were angry. They stormed down the mountain, eyes glowing with red fire, for once agreeing on something. And then, they said this to the wolves that gathered there. "You worship life, while it is death that made you what you are. Now, you worship your creatures, your leaders, and understand, to be dead, and to live on is the highest honour to be bestowed upon any of you! You will be hate-ridden creatures, you will be dark... We shall life at the base of our mountain, and to become a part of our clan shall be the thing all of you strive for. You are nothing! YOU ARE OURS! AND YOU SHALL WORSHIP MUERTO!"
The wolves agreed, and now they remember this.. They still worship Kazari and Vexed, and they still fear to anger them, for they are their gods... who live among them, in their muerto clan
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