Genesis

 

In the beginning was none but Lupus. The benevolent creation of the greater Universe.

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She, alongside man's own God, made the canid race; a crude and embryonic form for what was to come. These vestigial beings, The First Civilisation as they are today known, walked on two-legs as She did, and bore an uncanny resemblance to the werewolves of modern mythology, lacking crucial communicative structures and the ability to reason, even with their deity.

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Lupus gave these creatures everything their hearts desired, everything they could ever need to thrive and evolve into something other than themselves, and in time, they considered themselves above even Lupus.

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Once Her work on the first mortals was done; the eternal mother rested, and soon birthed two sons; the eldest, Tenebris, forged of darkness itself, whose presence blanketed the Earth in shadow, and brought with it a chill as cold, merciless and indiscriminate as his own heart, while the second, Lux, was molded from pure light, radiating a warmth which would encourage the mortals out into the world to bask and play, and the work of Lupus to flourish.

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This new world was not without its problems. For millennia; the brothers quarrelled for their dam's affections, finally daring to declare that She loved the mortals more than them, and thus doing all in their limited power to try and 'win' her over, unaware of the danger of imbalance that came with their particular talents.

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From Tenebris; ice ages and months of seemingly endless darkness at a time, resulting in an overall decrease in the various populations, forcing the need for new adaptations to be made in a vital effort to combat the cold, and thus the mortals grew coarse, lucious coats covering the entirety of their bodies. Whilst Lux created barren wastelands in the process of showering the Earth in his 'affection', drying up water supplies and scorching the land until there was nothing but barren wastes and volcanic eruptions.

Angered by the actions of Her own sons, Lupus formed a caldera at the heart of the Earth, threatening to destroy all which had been made if they could not reach an agreement, for not even deities could shirk their responsibilities.

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And so it was decided that each son claimed a quarter of the year to rule over as they saw fit, Lux taking the Summer, and Tenebris the Winter. Their problems, however, were not yet fixed.

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Whilst Lupus gave life, She could not take it away, leaving the mortals to obtain a great age and spread across the globe as their numbers began to go unrestrained, draining resource after resource and caring little for their now dying homeworld. And thus, Lupus was left with but one choice; using her mighty claws to cut across the Universe, She crafted the Goddess of Death; Mercy, whose sole job was to preside over the Earth, deciding the fate of every beast and plant individually at the end of their lifespan, taking away those who believed themselves Gods, and prematurely ending lives whose souls Lupus had other plans for.

 

Only a select few were chosen to live beyond this age.

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The mortals did not appreciate their kin perishing in what they believed was an unjust approach, wholly believing they had done no wrong, and prayed to Lupus to force Mercy stop her cull, alas, it was a prayer which could no longer be answered. It was the only way to save their dying planet.

One wolf in particular, Sina, the First Wolf, and Lupus' favourite creation, resented Her for this choice, and eventually waged war on the Goddess resulting in his eternal damnation.

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As punishment for the uprising; Lupus wiped out all mortal life on Earth and began anew, forcing the new breed to move as a quadruped; mundane and undeserving of the same privileges shown to The First Civilisation. Hands became paws, and their friendships with mankind severed.

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The wolves were truly on their own.

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Until now...

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