The Saga Of The of Fenris
The Saga Of The Get of Fenris
Listen up, morons! There's a lot to learn, and only a short to learn it! Ther are other tribes of Garou, and most of them think we're mad, that we fight simply for for the pleasure of feeling our foe's bones crack beneath our fists. Don't listen to their foolish drivel! They don't understand the glory and honor of being a Get of Fenris, nor do they truly comprehend Ragnarokr. There are a few who come close -- the Black Furies, and even, Gaia help usall, the Children of Gaia -- but most of them are mewling kittens, waiting for the Wyrm's teeth to come to them instead of reaching into Jormangundr's mouth to pluck away his fangs.
Let them believe as they will. Let them call us by any names they choose. They are weak. They haven't realized that we are all going to die, that we are going to be buried in the stench of the Wyrm and suffer pains unlike anything we could ever hope to escape. Do not be afraid of death. Do not cower at the thought of pain. Revel in these things! Live of the moment when we can face the Wyrm in final combat and that in our dying, we will destroy the Great Devourer. Only then can Gaia be at peace. Only then will weaker Garou understand all that we have done for them.
The Fimbul Winter -- the Final Winter -- comes. The Fenris Winter is almost here. Learn your lesson well, know the faces of your enemies and know their weaknesses. Know the fell of fomori fangs in your flesh, and the touch of a Leech's fangs in your throat. Know the Mages for what they are and they can twist the world to do their bidding. Seek your enemies and fight them well, for only in facing your foes can you understand the truth about their lies.
Find combat where others would flee, and feel the Rage burn brightly, fo Fenris Winter will cold, and you will need your RaGe to warm you. Learn the soft spots of the Wyrmlings and be ready to use those secrets to your advantage, for the time of the Final Winter is near. Some have seen it in the Spirit World: their breath mists over in the coming cold. The prophecies will be fulfilled. Great Fenris will be free, and with him we will paint the world red with the blood of our enemies.
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