Post by Crystal Pisces on Jul 15, 2013 19:39:32 GMT
Varg watched over the lands he had brought forth onto the once desolate earth. Mountains climbed past the clouds, trees shook in the powerful wind, rivers rushed as the rain fell from the sky, and to his pleasure each pack of wolves thrived, each generation showing more love and togetherness then the last.
Unfortionatly his pride would fail him, his intention for these packs although a great one was about to be ruined by his brother, Fenrir, who helped him form these great and powerful packs.
In the night he stalked out from the hellish fires he was born in to the lands of his most devote followers. The Moonlight Shadows alpha, Surtr, was shaken by the presence, a deep evil filling his veins. A rumble escaped his throat till a snarling howl was raised into the sky. His pack mates followed.
Fenrir approached the mottled wolf, each step closer filling him with more anger and hate. Fenrir smiled, appreciating that his influence was still just as powerful now as it was a thousand years ago.
"Surtr!" His voice boomed. All the other wolves of the pack dropped, but Surtr only stood taller, his hackles raised. Fenrir's prescense filling him, as if he and the hellish wolf were becoming one. "I have waited over one thousand years for the perfect alpha to command this pack, my pack," his voice a earth shattering snarl "and now I have found you. I can feel it in your bones more devotion, more power to me than any other. I know because instead of crumble you stand and accept my divine power." The Alpha was shaking violently. Even though he did not fall he was loosing control of himself, his sanity. He started barking and raving and howling, foam forming at his mouth, eyes going red. Fenrir only smiled wider before stepping forward, touching his translucent ebony nose to Surtr's.
The alpha screamed at the full moon as pain flooded his body, his howl of pain reaching the sleeping ears of Varg. But it was too late. Proud of himself Fenrir left the fallen Surtr on the ground, his fur turned black like the bringer of death himself. His eyes glowed red, edged with black veins. His teeth were longer and stature more powerful. He stood and let out a long, eerie howl, each of his packmates followed. Over the whole continent the other packs, the animals, the humans, the lone wolves and even the earth cowered as the power of Fenrir coursed through Surtr's veins.
"What have you done!" Varg had raced to the land of brimstone and death. He was shaking. Fenrir had always talked of taking his rightful place as king, but Varg had always submitted him to his prison under the earth each time he had escaped without approval of Varg or their father god Odin.
"Simple brother. I have found a way to receive what is rightfully mine. I have filled a wolf with powers so unconceivable to even you that he will take over, rule all of the land, and form an army with me to take you down from your comfortable little home and down to this unforgiving death pit where you belong." Varg snapped at him and Fenrir attacked. The fought before Varg fled, outmatched in a place that gave his brother power. Fenrir stayed behind, knowing what he was doing. Leading him to a fair battle ground, or even one unfair to him. No he just sat, smiling at what he was going to do to take over the four packs, to bring them to him in his army of dark warriors.
Varg ran back to the green forest in which he resided. Troubled he searched through the souls of the other wolves, looking for a kindness to match the evil growing ever so powerfully in Surtr's heart. A female wolf, strong and bold, but filled with compasion and love stood out to him. She was a lone wolf, beautiful and carefree. He raced down to the earth, guiding her footsteps to the borders of the Golden Sunlight pack before revealing himself. She let out a gasp as the white wolf with fine white fur and golden eyes walked before her.
She stood tall in his presence, a feeling of happiness, tranquility, and love spread through her bones to the point she felt numb, like she was floating. "Freyja," his voice a low comforting rumble entered her ears. "A great and unstoppable evil has been let loose into the world, and I have asked my friends to accept you into their pack as their leader, for never have I seen such a kindness and compassion in any one of my sons or daughters as I have in you."
He guided her into the packlands where the wolves bowed to her and the great divine being. "I accept," she whispered as the great white wolf touched his nose to her. She shook violently as power filled her core, goodness lighting a fire deep in her soul. Her fur became fine, a perfect cloudy white. Her eyes became a deep shade of gold, and her body grew stronger and more agile, lithe and perfectly nimble. Varg let his power enter her as Fenrir did to Surtr, making Freyja his earthly vessel.
As Varg disappeared the ghostly white wolf sang to the bright sun, the Golden Sunlight wolves joining in the beautiful song. All the country heard as the goodness in these wolves retaliated the evil that spread through the Moonlight Shadows pack. Varg smiled.
The war was on.
The gods will sit and look upon the earthly realm, awaiting an outcome from the impending battles that lay ahead. But both Freyja dn Surtr are equally strong, and only will the outcome be decided by you.
Unfortionatly his pride would fail him, his intention for these packs although a great one was about to be ruined by his brother, Fenrir, who helped him form these great and powerful packs.
In the night he stalked out from the hellish fires he was born in to the lands of his most devote followers. The Moonlight Shadows alpha, Surtr, was shaken by the presence, a deep evil filling his veins. A rumble escaped his throat till a snarling howl was raised into the sky. His pack mates followed.
Fenrir approached the mottled wolf, each step closer filling him with more anger and hate. Fenrir smiled, appreciating that his influence was still just as powerful now as it was a thousand years ago.
"Surtr!" His voice boomed. All the other wolves of the pack dropped, but Surtr only stood taller, his hackles raised. Fenrir's prescense filling him, as if he and the hellish wolf were becoming one. "I have waited over one thousand years for the perfect alpha to command this pack, my pack," his voice a earth shattering snarl "and now I have found you. I can feel it in your bones more devotion, more power to me than any other. I know because instead of crumble you stand and accept my divine power." The Alpha was shaking violently. Even though he did not fall he was loosing control of himself, his sanity. He started barking and raving and howling, foam forming at his mouth, eyes going red. Fenrir only smiled wider before stepping forward, touching his translucent ebony nose to Surtr's.
The alpha screamed at the full moon as pain flooded his body, his howl of pain reaching the sleeping ears of Varg. But it was too late. Proud of himself Fenrir left the fallen Surtr on the ground, his fur turned black like the bringer of death himself. His eyes glowed red, edged with black veins. His teeth were longer and stature more powerful. He stood and let out a long, eerie howl, each of his packmates followed. Over the whole continent the other packs, the animals, the humans, the lone wolves and even the earth cowered as the power of Fenrir coursed through Surtr's veins.
"What have you done!" Varg had raced to the land of brimstone and death. He was shaking. Fenrir had always talked of taking his rightful place as king, but Varg had always submitted him to his prison under the earth each time he had escaped without approval of Varg or their father god Odin.
"Simple brother. I have found a way to receive what is rightfully mine. I have filled a wolf with powers so unconceivable to even you that he will take over, rule all of the land, and form an army with me to take you down from your comfortable little home and down to this unforgiving death pit where you belong." Varg snapped at him and Fenrir attacked. The fought before Varg fled, outmatched in a place that gave his brother power. Fenrir stayed behind, knowing what he was doing. Leading him to a fair battle ground, or even one unfair to him. No he just sat, smiling at what he was going to do to take over the four packs, to bring them to him in his army of dark warriors.
Varg ran back to the green forest in which he resided. Troubled he searched through the souls of the other wolves, looking for a kindness to match the evil growing ever so powerfully in Surtr's heart. A female wolf, strong and bold, but filled with compasion and love stood out to him. She was a lone wolf, beautiful and carefree. He raced down to the earth, guiding her footsteps to the borders of the Golden Sunlight pack before revealing himself. She let out a gasp as the white wolf with fine white fur and golden eyes walked before her.
She stood tall in his presence, a feeling of happiness, tranquility, and love spread through her bones to the point she felt numb, like she was floating. "Freyja," his voice a low comforting rumble entered her ears. "A great and unstoppable evil has been let loose into the world, and I have asked my friends to accept you into their pack as their leader, for never have I seen such a kindness and compassion in any one of my sons or daughters as I have in you."
He guided her into the packlands where the wolves bowed to her and the great divine being. "I accept," she whispered as the great white wolf touched his nose to her. She shook violently as power filled her core, goodness lighting a fire deep in her soul. Her fur became fine, a perfect cloudy white. Her eyes became a deep shade of gold, and her body grew stronger and more agile, lithe and perfectly nimble. Varg let his power enter her as Fenrir did to Surtr, making Freyja his earthly vessel.
As Varg disappeared the ghostly white wolf sang to the bright sun, the Golden Sunlight wolves joining in the beautiful song. All the country heard as the goodness in these wolves retaliated the evil that spread through the Moonlight Shadows pack. Varg smiled.
The war was on.
The gods will sit and look upon the earthly realm, awaiting an outcome from the impending battles that lay ahead. But both Freyja dn Surtr are equally strong, and only will the outcome be decided by you.
