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The White Howlers * * * In the begining, Gaia made more Tribes then there are now. More shifters then their are now. Stories tale of the long ago Tribes, sometimes grudgeingly. This story is about the White Howlers, the Tribe some mourn over and some spit at. If no one tales, no one remebers. So I will tell. Long ago, before their were cities of glass, wood and concrete. Before their were fenced in pools of toxic waste, there lived a Tribe who loved their moors the occupied and were feirce in battle, able to tear Fomori apart faster then one could blink. They were mysterious though, running in the fog with blue paint on them, performing their now lost rites and hunting when they please. They followed Lion, a powerful totem of Respect. Over time, the Wyrm had been playing a full hand on the Howlers, sending bane's to posses their kinfolk and taint their breeding. Years past and the Howlers breed with these kin, becomeing small brutes. They forged small swords and daggers from minerals, becomeing ready for battle when the time came. Soon, that chance came. The Wyrm invited them into his crooked land. He wanted warriors for himself, so he promised if they came they would have a chance to strike him down. The Tribe all marched down the Tunnles, to Malfeas and when they got there most died of shock before dark tenicals could drag them down to the Black Spiral Labyrinth. When next the White Howlers emerged, all but one were not the same. Their once white coats tainted with fungus and balefire, their eyes shineing of balefire and their minds shattered. The one who escaped ran to the other Garou, pleading for help. Confused, but they agreed. Not long after, they found the Howlers body torn limb from limb and half devoured. Through out the years, the Garou have faught the mirror of themselves--The Black Spiral Dancers. They are us, only a darker image. Where we choose breeding, hopefully, with kin or wolves, they breed with anything they please. Where we are banned at eatting human flesh, thet revel in it. Where we fight the banes, they shepered them. The White Howlers were once a nobal Tribe, proud and victorious. But most tend to forget that. * * * Told by Nephi ~Faster Then Leech~, Cliath, Ragabash, Silent Strider Back | List of Tales | Next
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