Zeus was famished after the long war with Poseidon; Athena was already betrothed to Poseidon, and he (Zeus) wouldn't rather his daughter be given to his worst enemy.
He returned after marring Poseidon and leaving scars on Athena and demanded for Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus to bring him a meal.
Lycaon went to reflect on the instructions tossed. Then he returned with halves of meats in a bowl made from the skins of Cheetah. Served the meal to Zeus.
He ate the meal and began to feel very funny within himself. He heard a crooning in the depth of his consciousness only for him to discover that he had eaten the remains of a sacrificed boy. Ah! He was vexed.
Burnished in rage, he summoned in a whistle, the family of Pelasgus and spelled a doom on them: they were all changed into wolves.
Upon that, they were sent away from amongst the gods. They were borne by worn winds to a jungle, to live in the world of those they'd created.
But their fate met with new twist when Poseidon would trade dialogue with them for the fall of Zeus.
Theycould browse and access two portals (humans and wolves), that is, change from wolves to humans and vice versa. The first of their kind; the first sect of Werewolves to ever exist.
Alas, the struggle knew a stray turn when Athena fell in love with Lycaon who did repay the generous love coin. Focus was diverted. Poseidon wouldn't watch him marry her despite the fact that he had betrothed her against her will which was veil to Zeus.
The werewolves fought together and subdued the pious Poseidon. This brought the truth to limelight before Zeus who wanted Pelasgus and his family back amongst the gods.
One for bravery, two for subduing his foe. But twas too late. The werewolves during the fiery struggles had discovered their power which would help them survive as a special specie.
Wolves living on earth got to know about the new specie wolves who had come to snatch their fame. Even humans were interested in joining the packs since love was a spell and they could not resist the beauty of the daughters and sons of Pelasgus.
Struggle upon struggle were birthed as these new sects of wolves made by curse tried to edify their identity and create a generation.
Lycaon was to be the Alpha in the place of his father. Who should lead the pack instead of the one who'd brought the curse! The Flaming Alpha.
Welcome to the WereWolf's community;✓ Alpha - The leader of the pack✓Beta - Second in command to the Alpha✓ Delta - A Beta in embryo. Such is training to be a Beta.✓ Salutary - The doctor amongst the wolf. The herbal wolf.✓ Sentinel - The security of the pack.✓ Elder - The sage amongst the wolves. He has better experience about the pack.✓ Hunter - Skilled hunters amongst the wolves in the pack.✓ Scouts - They are like mouthpieces. They warn the pack about the dangerous societies beyond their territory.✓ Guardians - A caring wolf. Such shows care for the weakened mates.✓ Omegas and Pups - Omegas are second to the lowest wolves. They are usually young wolves with less experience. Pups are young to too but are with social freedom.Rogues: These are rebellious wolves. They either have be
"I'm quite sure you're a stray, cos by any chance I've never met anyone like you." He watched the wolf flexed his limbs nigh as he poised his guts for some haughty strike. He began to browse his consciousness for the right word to say.He knew that he couldn't dilly-dally for long else he would be caught off guard. He didn't want that to happen. No one would matter-of-factly.He could read pride seeped in the visage of the wolf. He never knew that there were real wolves in that jungle. They were Werewolves. There was quite the difference. Yet he couldn't fathom how easily twas for the so called real wolf to discern him. Damn! Earth didn't turn out to be what he had envisaged. He knew he had no time to savor thoughts and make confetti of them. He could really use actions. T
"What are you doing here?" He wasn't sure if that was the right question to ask. He couldn't think straightly. What he was seeing couldn't complement his thoughts. He could see her taunting tits screaming at the top of their voices to get noticed by some passersby. He knew he would be that passerby. There was no other person there. And for the first time in the long while he was confused. What he had seen was beyond what he had expected. That wouldn't be the first time he would be seeing her. He even had seen her before he had left the pack for a walk. He was sure that he hadn't taken quite the much time before she had come looking for him. He wasn't complaining. Twas obvious that she did love him and wouldn't want anything odd to befall him.
"Yummy" He fell on the berth as she came all over him. His claws were sharp. He was careful not to dig them into her flesh. He would be careful enough. He knew what she wanted at the moment. He was supposed to grab some sleep. She had actually advised him to do just that but she happened to be that who wouldn't avail him. He couldn't push her away. He couldn't ignore her. He couldn't resist. She was more than what she seemed to be. She wasn't only beautiful but enchanting. He wasn't so disciplined to ignore a lady of such make. And of course he did love her. He was actually confused. He didn't know who loves who more amongst the two of them. He wasn't sure if he did love her than she loved him or vice versa. But one thing he was damn sure about was the fact that he could kill for her. What had made him subdue the crazy Poseidon because of her. Hw would do everything to protect her. He would a
"What would you say now? Ah!" He wasn't sure what was happening. How possible was it? He was in the bed getting laid quite the while ago. What was he doing in the depth of the waters chained? In the depth of the sea! How did he get there? Who transported him? He wasn't sure what was happening to him. Or was it some hallucinations which did complement sex with the daughter of the father of all gods? He didn't know what was happening. His thoughts eluded him. Twas quite better to say that his head was blank and was void. Well,darkness was oozing in the mental horizon. And he was humbly hoping that the light would come on. Come on and lit his instinct. Come on and shed a shred of its shade on his gloom. He needed to be sane for a while. Being insane wasn't an option. His hands were heavy. He was chained. His hands and legs separately, then together. He was chained such that, his hand were locked up, hi
[Quite the numbers of things to discuss now...] Aside from the tone of their skins, they looked more like humans. Or to say, they were humans. Like gods who were humans. The tone of their skin was glazed with ash and does have its stray. Everyone there was retaining the human form. They always were. Hardly would he see many of them take the form of wolves. Space shifting wasn't really a thing until they were faced with quite the battles or had reasons to fleshen their rage or suit their wishes. Sundry things did propel sundry reactions from each of them. He knew those he could count on. His father wasn't actually one of them. He had no idea why he was feeling so odd about him. An instinct loaned him the felon fact that he hated the fact that he was the Alpha. Probably he was jealous. He couldn't really be sure. He was making hypotheses. He hadn't made himself an Alpha. He had been made by the mates. His was not to turn the offer down. Was he
"Did you call that meeting or briefing?" Pelasgus moved aside as he sat. He had no idea why his father was being jumpy. There was no point in moving aside. There were different erected logs which he could sit on. He was being careful. Like he was girding his hampered heart for it. He knew what was going to happen anytime soon. His father's actions were not farfetched. He would throw garbage of words at him. But he had no digs to veil the odds and tame the taunting odors. He was ready for whatever twould take. He looked at him. What was that question for? He couldn't be sure. Was that to get on his nerve or bruise his authority? He wouldn't call that questioning his authority. He would rather it as assault. And he wouldn't take any form of assualt. He kept his rage in its cubicle. He didn't want to rend it. He could use pored patience. At least for the meantime. He was skeptical on what would be supp
"And who do we have here?" Kinda a sac was taken away from his head. Twas like a hood or something close to it. He tried to remember what had happened. He was making efforts to sweep the smithereens of memories into a whole and set the whole for a deal. He wasn't sure if that was the best thing. But obviously he wasn't sure what the best thing was or would be at that moment. His mental ken was widening and he was trying to think in vain. His throbbing thoughts were heaving sighs. He wanted to contain them but he wasn't sure how to go about that. He could never be sure. Why would he? Twas really happening too suddenly and he had no time to make meaning of the whole shit. He was being cautious what feeling to make of the present condition. He didn't want to make a stray ones which would mar him. He actually could make rage of it. But how bout if twas licked by the fiercer fury of whoever they were. He also c