In a distant night long ago, a wolf, sitting on top of a mountain, howling cries of despair ...
In the sky shone a thin crescent Moon occasionally played hide behind clouds of soft lace, or danced between them, harmonious and mild.
But the howls of the wolf was long, repetitive, desperate and intense enough to come up all'argentea Queen of the night, quite annoyed by all that noise he asked: "Why are you yelling so much? Why not stop at least for a while? ".
"In a cowardly attack human hunters to kill my pack I saw my wife ... and what it was ... I had a whole litter, it went down ... help me ... I'm lost, "said the Father Wolf.
The Moon, then slowly began to rise into the sky. It expanded and filled the entire sky, and then shrank as collecting energy from the star itself to become a big, bright ball ... "See if you can now find your children" - she said, gently share, in the Wolf penalty .
Wolf found the pups, trembling with cold and fear, on the brink of a precipice. With a great leap father took the children one by one, they pressed her to him and, happy and excited, but not without having thanked a thousand times the moon disappeared, with Happiness in the middle, between the dense vegetation.
To reward the goodness of the Moon and the many pains of the Wolf, the Fairies of the Woods give them a charm: every thirty days at sunset until its resurgence, Luna and Father Wolf had, for a few hours, took human form and shared a few moments, the magic of their budding love ... safe from the creatures of the night ... and the wickedness of man was
from that elusive, with intense passion, who was born there to be a short special and beautiful, the first between Lycan, Cape werewolves, Son of the Moon, with the seduction of Man, the spell of the moon and the strength of a wolf ... and charged in his witty cunning and power, the same Fate of Forests, to ensure order among the spiritual and material worlds they live together in peaceful harmony with ...
From there to brief the Lycan would be multiplied and established as a race, held in beautiful and powerful tribe ... headed by him, the Son of the Moon bramante of power and expansion, but always faithful to the High King, Father Wolf, be wise and thinking ...
But the union of two lovers, divorced from all human beings and non-induced an extraordinary Consilio where vampires and humans, although bitter enemies, but united by common hatred of the race neonascente, commonly agreed to eliminate the uncomfortable, supernatural Son Luna made witchcraft ... The Witch was perpetrated by a powerful form of deception in an vocigliare a beautiful girl in the dream of the Son: "Kill the Father ... You'll be the King of the Worlds."
It was in this thirtieth day, one of the rare circumstances when Father Wolf and Moon would have loved more, the Son, in an act of rebellion and treason coordinating the entire forces of the Lycan, killed his father ... The unfortunate event raised , except for border areas protected by mystical fairies, a barrier between the two worlds, making it impossible for every switch between them: the chaos would dominate the races themselves, and none would be more peace reigned ...
Moon with the heart broken, cried in pain for the loss of her lover raising a curse to his son, and to all Lycan, now merely a "Renegade" would, by that time, become vulnerable to silver, forged by his sacred tears, their paradise would be destroyed, the spirits would become their worst enemies, the humans they would be killed and fiercely hunted vampires irreparably.
The appearance of the Lycan would have turned primarily to its manifestation ... creatures, once peaceful, would become ravenous and murderous through him and would have wandered through the centuries to avenge the death of his beloved accomplished by the hand of the Son, but through the mind or of Vampiri e degli Umani…
Le Fate, per lenire il dolore di luna, le accordarono di rivestire un aspetto perennemente umano, accompagnato da straordinari poteri magici… come colei che per incantesimo aveva ingannato il Figlio anche Luna sarebbe divenuta una Strega, capace di trasformarsi in Lupo dopo essersi spalmata il corpo di un diabolico unguento o dopo aver ingurgitato una tremenda pozione magica, affinché potesse compiere la sua missione: guidare le armate dei Lycan contro gli Umani ed i Vampiri per riportare ordine nel caos e ricevere la Sua vendetta…
Luna affiancò a se il potente Figlio Lycan ormai abbassato ad ubbidire ai suoi comandi: costui sarebbe stato il Primo tra tutti… I ***WereWolveS*** Potenti creatures that dictum to the moon and make of Fame Wolves become their companion, the solitude of their security, their indoor ice at night. They travel in silence, in the shadow of the forest, in pursuit of prey sparkling fire in flint dell'imbrunire ... Wolves, those killed, but never destroyed ... those who looked up to heaven, before the angry howl and the moon that can not succumb to his will ...
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