Post by Lekhrite on Jul 19, 2012 11:44:27 GMT -5
This is the myth of how the world (Jakara) was formed so many years ago.
A long, long time ago, the Spiritwolves roamed the Wulfenlore Galaxy, searching for thousands of years for the perfect planet on which to finally rest and give birth to new beings. They new that was their purpose, because it had been written in their destinies before they were even born from the Cosmic X Star. They were meant to give their children a safe home and watch over them for all eternity. They had wandered the Galaxy, for many years, carefully inspecting each and every planet and star to see if it was the perfect home. They finally came across a planet that was perfect. It was on the smaller side, but it was like a paradise. Green forests overflowing with animals fit for prey, cold, snowy lands for exploring, dry deserts, and large rivers and seas. The planet was perfect. They called it Jakara, a word meaning "Paradise in the ancient wolf language. So, the Spiritwolves landed on the planet, and gave birth to the first wolves moments after their paws touched the soft earth. One by one, each Spiritwolf gave the wolves their gifts; Feirak gave them unique bodies, Sorolei gave them emotions, Tar'rok gave them intellegence, Doura gave them speed, strength and speech, and Darcia gave them their souls. Last of all, they each gave them the breath of life, bringing the wolves to life. The first wolves moved, looking down at themselves in wonder then they looked up at the Spiritwolves, looks of wonder in their shining eyes. "Thank you." The largest wolf said, bowing to the Spiritwolves, his silky black fur hardly covering the huge muscles rippling under his pelt. "I worship you." The Spiritwolves nodded, joyous that their long years of travel had been worth it. Though Darcia sensed that something was wrong. He located a strange emotion coming from the large black wolf; something... unplanned. Then the black wolf, turned, and lunged at the smallest wolf, a gray and white female, knocking her to the ground. With a swift bite to the neck, she was gone. "No!" Darcia howled, and barked at the other Spiritwolves "We have to do someth-" then he realized. "Sorolei... you planned this." The white she-wolf growled, but nodded. "Yes, Darcia, I just made sure they would have a bit of a... challenge. It would not be fun for us if we did not have something to worry about... nor for them if they could only stuff themselves with prey and have no option for what to do with their lives." Darcia and the other Spiritwolves realized that this was true, and could not be undone at that. They called the emotion "Hate", and Darcia added something to the dark wolf's soul that would help this change; he called it "Evil" "Only wolves in his bloodline will come to know this emotion, and have evil in their souls." He said, though none of them pictured that in the future, dark wolves would breed with good wolves, and the balance would be broken. But they named the wolves, of which there were nine left, and returned to the stars to watch over the wolves for all eternity. They called the black wolf Sorn, and the others Trajel, Tal'kor, Deina, Bane, Noruke, Kiba, Lore, and Torra. They welcomed the dead she-wolf, Silver, to their home above Jakara to help them watch over the others. They watched as the wolves went their separate ways, and wished them good luck.
Forest Spirits takes place in a time far after the creation of the first wolves, after three of the wolves died, and three made packs. These wolves lived much longer than normal wolves, and grew in many ways. And here we are now, their realitives, most of us born from their great, great, great, great, great grandsons and granddaughters, living lives of light and dark. But we still know of and worship the Spiritwolves, who are still watching over us.
