| Picuris' turning; Now following the alias Ryo Shinobi. | |
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| Ryo | Nov 14 2009, 07:18 PM Post #1 |
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The King of Werewolves
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It all began all the way across the pond in the United States of America during the 1800s, a small tribe of shamanic Native Americans were just about to undertake their most sacred of traditions. The worshipping of the Moon whilst it was at its peak of its Lunar cycle, they believed that she had blessed them with a unique gift. You see these weren't just any Native Americans, they had the power to actually shapeshift into what ever beast they desired. The beast they chose to become however they determined themselves by their hearts or which one they felt most drawn to. Every month when the moon rises into the sky at her fullest, the tribe gathered beneath her to worship the awesome power she had bestowed upon them. They believe that many moons ago their ancestor fought off a wicked demon but he was mortally wounded during the battle. The Moon is said to have descended from the very skys and wrapped her silky arms around his body where they entwined. She whispered to the ancestor that she had seen his bravery, she had seen how he'd fought the demon off his children and could not bare to simply sit by and allow him to die. There for as they entwined on the grass she embued him with a power. In seconds the man was healed and he found he could become any beast he wanted, ever since that day us, his descendants worshipped the Moon. That was of course until the humans betrayed us. The very night that several of the tribes youngsters were about to go through shapeshifting for the first time, it resembled the coming of age and it was one of the most sacred moments for my people. I was one of those boys, during the ceremony a band of white men arrived, they seemed to come from within the darkness itself. Their steeds trotting almost silently to the centre of the camp. Our Chief ignored their impudence and rude behaviour then moved forward to greet the arrivals. We all heard the shot the silence that followed seemed to act as the calm before the storm. We watched as our Chief seemed to fall in slow motion, his blood spilling against the grass and his hand outstretched to the moon. His withering voice begged in our Native tongue for her to help us as the white men began to lay waste to our tribe. Demons, they pilieged, raped and murdered. I hid myself beneath a burning teepee and waited, waited for the blood shed to end, I remember crying but not because of sadness. It was anger, liquid anger flowed down my young face that night, this hardend into rage. I emerged from the remains of the Teepee, blood ran past me like a river and as I turned towards that disgusting smell of burning flesh I spotted the mound. The bodies of my friends and family all piled high and burnt, women, children and our elders. Savages, I thought and they thought of us as neanderthals!? HA! I tracked those men for three weeks, finally I found them and on a full moon. However, that night the Moon did indeed help me by taking my rage, my sick blood lust..my vengeance and molding it to me as I shapeshifted for the first time into a hideous monster. Half man, Half animal. I laid waste to those foolish white men, tearing them apart, feeding on their bodies as they lie awake and taking joy in their hideous screams. Oh, I still smile at that night, it was a good night I must admit because it was the night that I finally realised something. It was the Moon that set that monster on my ancestor simply so she could have her wicked way with his innocence, now she has given birth to a new demon. One that defies her and even now I feel her vicious glare for my defiance . However, what can she do now? I've broken her spell and become something much more. I've become an immortal god! Edited by Ryo, Oct 23 2010, 04:45 PM.
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