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The Beginning









Unlike most stories, I wasnt born human at all. I was born into a large pack of grey wolves in the northern wilderness just outside a land called tyran and the young land called cain. In my youth I quickly became a strong, powerful wolf with burning green eyes and a grey pelt, hence my namesake. I quickly rose through the ranks of the pack and by the time i became a young adult i was recignized as the beta wolf of the group, the next in line to succeed the ruling alpha male. On one fatefull morning I was away from my family by myself. I was scouting out a herd of caribou when my Parents and my entire famiy were slaughtered by humans for the sole purpose of their furs. I went insane from grief and sorrow when i returned home that evening. They were just left where they were killed, without their pelts. I hunted and tracked down the slayers of my kin, following the scent of the skins of my dead family, and the hunters. After tracking all night i finally came apon a cliff overlooking their campsite at dawn. The scent of my dead family had awakend the primal anguish and fury that simmers just within the depths of my soul. It felt like a slow white hot fire exploding inside me and It soon became too much for me to bear. The fires of my anger could no longer stay its clawed hand anylonger. I howled wildly as I leaped off the cliff and shapeshifted for the first time in mid air into my full werewolf form. I slipped into a form of dark madness and I embraced my fury like a long lost lover then I ripped into the fur trappers...smilling somehow as I tore into them! I remember little of the event except for their gurgled screams of death,and the nasty taste of their blood which is forever imprinted in my mind and soul.

My Dream


After the slaughter and too exhausted to go on any further I soon fell asleep my inner fury now glutted and it became passive once again, though now and to this day it remains just below the surface of my being. My father soon came to me in a dream. He was a gigantic golden wolf with bright firey eyes and a burning red pelt. With the voice of a thunderclap my father Fenris began to tell me of who I was and of my destiny. I am a werewolf..his son and was given the charge with protecting the wilderness and the creatures of nature from the ravages of all who would do them harm. Thus I left that dark scene and the dead fur trappers behind and began my new life and did as was told of me for many years. And then the fatefull eve came, when I met riverwind.

Riverwind


During this time i learned to shapeshift into my human form. To this day i find that form cold as it is nearly hairless,cramped and uncomfortable, but i endure it when i have need to. One fatull day i wandered into a native indian village that lived on the banks of a great and winding river. Intrigued by these strange people that seemed to live in sinc with nature I took to my human form and befriended them. Soon i fell in love with a beautifull squaw named Riverwind. For a time i forgotten my mission in life that my father fenris gave me and i just wanted to spend my life with her, thus I settled down. Then it happened one night as i slept with her in my arms, feeling content. I dreamed my father came to me again in all his magnifiscence. "You must go" His voice echoed like thunder. "A great war now rages up north in the ice fields, other werewolves are already there fighting for the fate of the this world against the great ice demons that lurk there." I nodded silently as i knew what i had to do. I left her that night, not being able to tell her my true nature and the higher responsabilities that i have been given. The war was bloody, costly, and lasted many years. When it was all over i went back to that little river village. I was convinced i was going to tell river wind everything, but when i entered out little hut and found her there with another man, i lost it.

Oh Bitter Lesson


As i began to shift into my full form, the stranger himself turned into a coal black werewolf as well. We fought and destroyed that hut i painstakingly made, tumbling, growling, and tearing into each other as we went. Here no quarter was asked or given for we both wanted this to be a fight to the death. "Grange Stop!" I heard river winds voice in the back of my head but i was so caught up in my rage i didnt see her untill she got between us, trying to break up the fight. At that moment i swung in a low to high arc with my claws trying to rip into my foe. I can still see it now,by the gods i would have given anything to have been able to stop, but my rage held me in thrall. Time seemed to slow down at that moment, my claws were in mid swing when i realized she was there...and then...i ripped into her. The shock broke me free of my anger and i looked in disbelief at what i wroght. Ignoring the other werewolf i shifted into my human form and held her as she died. If he wanted to make short work of me he could have done so, but for some reason he didnt. "wwwhy steel" She murmured "Whyyy..." Grange looked at me one last time then turned his back to me, and walked away into the woods, never to be seen again. A strong storm raced across the skies that eve and enveloped me as i buried her. Despite the crashing thunder and lightning I dug deep into the earth with my own two paws to build the grave, and laid her to rest. I howled in a low mournfull song as i cried. The storm that raged all around me, slowly soothed my pain and numbed the inner fires within me. for the first time i felt at peace with myself. I knew at that point i had to learn this invaluable lesson, and be more carefull in life. After a few days of decorating the gravesite with wild flowers and a marble headstone, i quietly left the area. And always remembered to stop back there every so often to pay my respects.

My Soulmate Nineveh





she's a wondrous woman with raven black hair, dark eyes and such a smile......it could melt the coldest soul. It happened one fatefull night when I was waiting for a fur trapper in the area. I had carefully set myself in his wolf trap waiting on the sucker who was gonna think he had an easy kill. I was imagining how his look of suprise was gonna be when I turn into something ten foot tall, furry, and angry when suddenly, she emerged into the clearing. Any thoughts I had of taking her life were immediatly dispelled by her sweet egyptian face and her warm look of conscern of my faked plight. At her side was a large black panther, it bared its fangs at me and growled, as it sensed my true nature my true nature. against her companions advice she walked up to me and released me from the trap. I startled her by quickly shapeshifting into my human form. After she calmed down her friend salem (the panther)We talked for many hours till nearly dawn. I was fascinated with her, for I had never seen a vampire before, let alone meet one. She had told me of her being a servent to the cat goddess bast, her exile from her homeland by a dark god called set, and of her dark embrace into becoming one of the damned. Together we traveled throughout the lands. Quickly becoming friends, then lovers, and then soulmates for life. Eventually we came into a strange land of other supernatural creatures,This was the land of Cain. Though it was a nice place, we longed for something else to enrichen our lives and give us purpose. Later that year on the advice of a enigmatic warrior woman aptly named Tempest we traveled into the House Of Grim....seeking shelter from the cold bitter night.





Stormkeep


Once established in the House Of Grim i built our home. Stormkeep is built on a tall mountain overlooking the great forest at the Northern borders of Armeddon. It's primary duty is an outpost to the cold northern lands beyond the reaches of the great forest. At the base of the mountain that my little keep sits on is a sacred hidden grotto called nanooks rock, named after a great grey wolf who died and is now buried there. It is a holy place to me for it embodies all that is beautifull and sacred to nature, as It also is a living battery of mystical energy. My only known daughter Nyght Tears is buried here after she died trying to save me from a foe called werewolf hunter X. It is a place that has truly touched my heart and i make that little grotto my sacred place, to respect and care for. Shortly after discovering nanooks rock I befriended the wolves of the forest here. Our bond now is so strong now that i call them my little brothers and sisters, and offer them the protection my little keep can provide, even building them a refuge into the lower levels of my keep to be used in times of trouble. In HG I have served faithfully as a knight, healer, spirit mage, priest (even held a few weddings lol)as well as house mediater, chancellor and judge. My last title there was in the high council as High Justicar and oversee the justice system of armeddon.


My Weakness


SILVER! A silver edged weapon can kill me easily. Silver inflicted wounds to me take twice as long and twice as many heal spells to take care of. Holding silver objects for short periods of time can make my joints and muscles ache terribly. Ingesting it would certainly be lethal.

When angered to the point of no return i can go berzerk in rage. When this happens my mind is gone temporarily, and the beast within comes out with a vengence. I cannot tell friend or foe when this happens, all is nothing but prey to me when that happens. I cannot feel pain, I cannot feel nothing but pure, white hot anger exploding inside me, fueling my wrath.


My Powers


I am a werewolf of massive power. I possess the natural power of shapeshifting through the power of my anger. I can take to 3 forms: a man, a full half man, half wolf form, and my natural form of a large steel grey wolf with glowing green eyes. Without the inner anger I revert to my natural wolf form untill my anger is replenished. I am skilled in the arts of war, using only the preferred weapons of my kind. My claws and fangs have served me well enough. My inner anger when awakened gives me a superhuman strength, stamina and speed that is astonishing. I am a skilled tactician, I have a unique intuition that allows me to analize situations, and provide a cunning response. I define my surroundings through my powerfull senses of sight, hearing, and smell.

In the past years I have learned the arts of smithing, and thanks to the refined teachings of the great Torc, I can create now nearly anything out of metal and sculpt it in the forge like an artist molds his clay. Recently I have learned the arts of spirit magic through the teaching of an old werewolf. mostly I use it to manipulate the spirits around me when i need to. I have also picked up on a form of magic called lycanthros. It is the magic of werekind and can be used to channel or enhance certain aspects of their abilities.


Current Events


The land has gone through a horrible apocalypse of sorts. The God of the dead Orisus has since arisn from the underworld and had laid the entire realm into a dark nightmarish state. The sun hasnt shined in months now,most of my wolf breatheren have died and in the chaos...Me and my wife nineveh havent seen any of our HG familia. Have they all been slain? Time shall indeed tell.




A short story in an alternative timeline involving the great werewolf.