Post by Aviar Montage on Apr 22, 2011 16:36:29 GMT -6
The gypsies were and always have been a highly intelligent sort. But everyone has his faults, and everyone makes mistakes…some worse than others. It had been common practice to hunt animals for their pelts, so sell charms to the (blah blah) for extremely unreasonable prices, and to constantly travel. They felt the urge in their very bones, to go from place to place without making any permanent home. They are like the birds, free agents at the mercy of season’s change.
But the prince of this unfortunate clan made one of those mistakes which all are granted few of in their lives. He was a remarkable hunter, able to track even the most difficult prey. One evening, when the moon was rich and full…he had finally caught his most elusive to date. But after his arrow had found it’s home, and he’d caught up to find it in it’s dying throes…he was horrified to find a small child in place of the wolf he expected. Stricken with grief, he brought the boy to the closest village, seeking aid from the midwife. She could offer nothing but a warning…this was the son of a witch, and sooner than later he would find himself paying gravely for what he had done, even it had been a mere accident.
Indeed, that evening when he’d stumbled back to camp, to find his family dancing and singing in celebration for their upcoming travels, a woman garbed in black haunted the door of his wagon. She was mystifying…a true beauty to behold. But her eyes burned with hatred, and she placed a curse upon the entire clan.
The moon would not be their ally in the darkness, but their mistress. They would not be so fortunate as to have the hunter’s instincts and strength of the werewolf, but be governed by it’s beams. On the full moon, whether they wished to or not, they would become wolves…yet they would not possess the presence of mind to control themselves. Soon, the cries of celebration became shrieks as one by one, all of the clan began to transform.
They have since traveled far, and come to Miran forest. Embittered, after more than a decade of this torture, being hunted for their pelts (which shone far more gloriously than the average animal), and seeking respite from their curse…they have decided to hunt down every last werewolf in the world, and craft the finest silver jewelry anyone in Littlewood has ever seen.
But the prince of this unfortunate clan made one of those mistakes which all are granted few of in their lives. He was a remarkable hunter, able to track even the most difficult prey. One evening, when the moon was rich and full…he had finally caught his most elusive to date. But after his arrow had found it’s home, and he’d caught up to find it in it’s dying throes…he was horrified to find a small child in place of the wolf he expected. Stricken with grief, he brought the boy to the closest village, seeking aid from the midwife. She could offer nothing but a warning…this was the son of a witch, and sooner than later he would find himself paying gravely for what he had done, even it had been a mere accident.
Indeed, that evening when he’d stumbled back to camp, to find his family dancing and singing in celebration for their upcoming travels, a woman garbed in black haunted the door of his wagon. She was mystifying…a true beauty to behold. But her eyes burned with hatred, and she placed a curse upon the entire clan.
The moon would not be their ally in the darkness, but their mistress. They would not be so fortunate as to have the hunter’s instincts and strength of the werewolf, but be governed by it’s beams. On the full moon, whether they wished to or not, they would become wolves…yet they would not possess the presence of mind to control themselves. Soon, the cries of celebration became shrieks as one by one, all of the clan began to transform.
They have since traveled far, and come to Miran forest. Embittered, after more than a decade of this torture, being hunted for their pelts (which shone far more gloriously than the average animal), and seeking respite from their curse…they have decided to hunt down every last werewolf in the world, and craft the finest silver jewelry anyone in Littlewood has ever seen.