Post by Darkie on Jan 29, 2009 20:01:05 GMT -5
A long time ago, lycans didn’t exist. They were just a whisper in the shadows, a tale told by bards and minstrels, a figment of the imagination.
It was thanks to the vampires that we exist today.
They used the blood, hair, and instincts from a wolf, and infused it into a human, creating a wolf-like creature with sharp senses, wolf features, and an insane hunger for flesh and blood.
They created two lycans, named Dangha and Omar, one male and one female. These were prototypes, used for testing in the field, and for improving on if needed.
They released the two prototypes in the fields, and watched them as they stalked the humans at night, and tore their prey apart savagely.
Obviously satisfied with their creation, the vamps created more and more, so the lycans may become more and more numerous.
For several years, the lycans served the vamps as servants, henchmen, and mercenaries, carrying out the vamps’ dirty work for them.
Eventually, the lycans got sick and tired of being bossed and pushed around, so, they revolted against their masters.
They murdered their lords, set fire to their temples, plundered their treasuries.
The vamps decided to put a stop to this, and captured any and all lycans they could find.
They contained them inside several prison camps, located in remote locations around the land.
The vamps either locked them up in the prison cells or chained them outside in the prison yard.
For me, the stay in the prison cells wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, but it was better than being chained outside.
According to what I’ve seen and heard, they tether lycans to silver stakes planted in the ground around the prison yard using short lengths of iron chain.
They would keep a safe distance from the lycans, and would also beat them at their leisure.
‘ You see the vamp guards slash at the lycan with their metal blades, skipping back to safety whenever their victim slashed at them.
There are deep gashes all over the lycan’s body, and he’s breathing hard from exertion and blood loss.
He struggles to stay up, slashing at the vamps as they slashed him, then retreated, throwing rocks and jeering at him, calling him ‘ Mutt,’ ‘ Mongrel,’ ‘ Dogbreath,’ and more.
One of the vamps end it by bringing down the haft of his spear down onto the lycan’s head, and he falls over, dark blood leaks from the spot on his head where he was hit, trickling down his muzzle and collecting in a pool beneath his chin.
As the vamps leave, you can see the lycan’s chest rising up and down steadily. He will live to see another day, but will he survive the next beating?’
They barely fed us, and would often tempt us with food or water.
The lycans outside would become so hungry; they would attack their neighbors out of sheer hunger.
Very few lycans survived this ordeal, and would barely manage to escape, leaving them badly injured or crippled.
In these kinds of fights, the winner makes the loser his meal, and lots of carcasses come out from the prison yard, mostly eaten, bearing huge bite marks, ravaged innards, and crushed bones.
My brother, Severent, was one of these lycans that were chosen, and I cried all night in my cell when the vamps came, tied a chain around his neck, and dragged him away.
‘ Severent, an older and more experienced wolf warrior has grown weak from weeks of hunger and thirst, and attacks his younger brother, Heret, for food.
The two wolves tear at each other, ripping fur off, slashing vulnerable spots, and biting each other. Heret, being younger and less experienced than Severent, knows this is a fight he cannot win, and attempts to flee.
As he runs away, the short chain stops him, and he is jerked backwards, and lands on his back.
He looks up as Severent approaches.
“ Brother…don’t do this…what will you gain from killing your family?” Heret begs. Severent closes his eyes, and tears drip down his muzzle, “ I’m so sorry it has to be this way, brother. But it’s necessary for at least one of us to survive. May the light of Silvenus guide you…”
And with that, Severent brought his paw down hard upon Heret’s neck, smiting his brother in one blow.
The black wolf warrior slashes Heret’s carcass open, and begins to feast on his brother’s entrails.
A vamp guard stands in the doorway, watching the black wolf as he fed upon the bloodstained corpse of his kill.
Severent lifts his crimson stained muzzle and growls, “ You and your kind will pay dearly for what you’ve done, this…I swear!”’
During my time in the prison, I met with my inmate, a lycan corsair mercenary named Maraudin’ Maxine, and another werewolf named Rock, or The Rock, a large, burly, muscular giant of a werewolf.
Maxine was part of a crew on a mercenary privateer ship called The Eye of the Dragon, which was part of a fleet of ships.
While the fleet was on their way, having been hired to fight in a war on a particular side, a terrible sea-storm struck.
It capsized most of the ships, while others were tossed around, causing them to be blown off course.
Maxine’s ship was blown off course, and was later wrecked when it hit a rather large reef.
The werewolf had jumped off, and swam onto the nearest stretch of land, and was later captured by vamps.
Rock, on the other hand, was born a giant; he was bigger and stronger than any of his littermates, unfortunately, everything has a price, his was being unable to speak and was extremely stupid.
He and his family were captured by vamps, but he killed many of them in a fist fight before he was captured.
Instead of putting him in a cell or chaining him outside, they put him in a sealed room, seated in a stone chair, weighted down with platinum chains and wrist straps.
The only entrance and exit was a single door leading out into the hallway, and further down that hall were the prison cells.
My name is Lerissa, lycan warrior and Were-queen’s heir.
Our precious symbol of victory, the Lycan Avenger, was taken by the vamps, and the vampire lord running the prison camp where I, Maxine, and Rock are has the ancient, adamantine sword with runes engraved into it hanging on a mantle over his fireplace.
Only the Were-queen or her heir is capable of wielding such a weapon, it’s up to me to retrieve the Lycan Avenger, and liberate the whole of the lycan race from their oppressive vamp captors.
It was thanks to the vampires that we exist today.
They used the blood, hair, and instincts from a wolf, and infused it into a human, creating a wolf-like creature with sharp senses, wolf features, and an insane hunger for flesh and blood.
They created two lycans, named Dangha and Omar, one male and one female. These were prototypes, used for testing in the field, and for improving on if needed.
They released the two prototypes in the fields, and watched them as they stalked the humans at night, and tore their prey apart savagely.
Obviously satisfied with their creation, the vamps created more and more, so the lycans may become more and more numerous.
For several years, the lycans served the vamps as servants, henchmen, and mercenaries, carrying out the vamps’ dirty work for them.
Eventually, the lycans got sick and tired of being bossed and pushed around, so, they revolted against their masters.
They murdered their lords, set fire to their temples, plundered their treasuries.
The vamps decided to put a stop to this, and captured any and all lycans they could find.
They contained them inside several prison camps, located in remote locations around the land.
The vamps either locked them up in the prison cells or chained them outside in the prison yard.
For me, the stay in the prison cells wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, but it was better than being chained outside.
According to what I’ve seen and heard, they tether lycans to silver stakes planted in the ground around the prison yard using short lengths of iron chain.
They would keep a safe distance from the lycans, and would also beat them at their leisure.
‘ You see the vamp guards slash at the lycan with their metal blades, skipping back to safety whenever their victim slashed at them.
There are deep gashes all over the lycan’s body, and he’s breathing hard from exertion and blood loss.
He struggles to stay up, slashing at the vamps as they slashed him, then retreated, throwing rocks and jeering at him, calling him ‘ Mutt,’ ‘ Mongrel,’ ‘ Dogbreath,’ and more.
One of the vamps end it by bringing down the haft of his spear down onto the lycan’s head, and he falls over, dark blood leaks from the spot on his head where he was hit, trickling down his muzzle and collecting in a pool beneath his chin.
As the vamps leave, you can see the lycan’s chest rising up and down steadily. He will live to see another day, but will he survive the next beating?’
They barely fed us, and would often tempt us with food or water.
The lycans outside would become so hungry; they would attack their neighbors out of sheer hunger.
Very few lycans survived this ordeal, and would barely manage to escape, leaving them badly injured or crippled.
In these kinds of fights, the winner makes the loser his meal, and lots of carcasses come out from the prison yard, mostly eaten, bearing huge bite marks, ravaged innards, and crushed bones.
My brother, Severent, was one of these lycans that were chosen, and I cried all night in my cell when the vamps came, tied a chain around his neck, and dragged him away.
‘ Severent, an older and more experienced wolf warrior has grown weak from weeks of hunger and thirst, and attacks his younger brother, Heret, for food.
The two wolves tear at each other, ripping fur off, slashing vulnerable spots, and biting each other. Heret, being younger and less experienced than Severent, knows this is a fight he cannot win, and attempts to flee.
As he runs away, the short chain stops him, and he is jerked backwards, and lands on his back.
He looks up as Severent approaches.
“ Brother…don’t do this…what will you gain from killing your family?” Heret begs. Severent closes his eyes, and tears drip down his muzzle, “ I’m so sorry it has to be this way, brother. But it’s necessary for at least one of us to survive. May the light of Silvenus guide you…”
And with that, Severent brought his paw down hard upon Heret’s neck, smiting his brother in one blow.
The black wolf warrior slashes Heret’s carcass open, and begins to feast on his brother’s entrails.
A vamp guard stands in the doorway, watching the black wolf as he fed upon the bloodstained corpse of his kill.
Severent lifts his crimson stained muzzle and growls, “ You and your kind will pay dearly for what you’ve done, this…I swear!”’
During my time in the prison, I met with my inmate, a lycan corsair mercenary named Maraudin’ Maxine, and another werewolf named Rock, or The Rock, a large, burly, muscular giant of a werewolf.
Maxine was part of a crew on a mercenary privateer ship called The Eye of the Dragon, which was part of a fleet of ships.
While the fleet was on their way, having been hired to fight in a war on a particular side, a terrible sea-storm struck.
It capsized most of the ships, while others were tossed around, causing them to be blown off course.
Maxine’s ship was blown off course, and was later wrecked when it hit a rather large reef.
The werewolf had jumped off, and swam onto the nearest stretch of land, and was later captured by vamps.
Rock, on the other hand, was born a giant; he was bigger and stronger than any of his littermates, unfortunately, everything has a price, his was being unable to speak and was extremely stupid.
He and his family were captured by vamps, but he killed many of them in a fist fight before he was captured.
Instead of putting him in a cell or chaining him outside, they put him in a sealed room, seated in a stone chair, weighted down with platinum chains and wrist straps.
The only entrance and exit was a single door leading out into the hallway, and further down that hall were the prison cells.
My name is Lerissa, lycan warrior and Were-queen’s heir.
Our precious symbol of victory, the Lycan Avenger, was taken by the vamps, and the vampire lord running the prison camp where I, Maxine, and Rock are has the ancient, adamantine sword with runes engraved into it hanging on a mantle over his fireplace.
Only the Were-queen or her heir is capable of wielding such a weapon, it’s up to me to retrieve the Lycan Avenger, and liberate the whole of the lycan race from their oppressive vamp captors.
