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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:21 pm
Welcome to the Temple of the Werewolf
Contents
1. Welcome and The Temple
2. The God
3. The Angelique
4. Their Family
5. The Ranks
6. The Followers
7. Events
8. Reserved
The Temple
The approach to the temple is through a dark wood, as if the God wishes to be away from the view of the non-Wolves. The path is not much of one, it's marked more in scents for the werewolves to follow, then in signs or a straight trail. However, when a follower reaches the temple, the path becomes more pronounced, and divides. Those with a darker bent find themselves drawn to the northern side of the temple, and those lighter in soul to the south.
The northern Path is even more shadowed, and lined with a 'fence' where the stakes are made of the bones of enemies, strung with their hair, and 'decorated' with their teeth. It is not a path for the gentle, the faint hearted, or those who would rather negotiate their way out of battle. This is the path for followers who would rather see blood. The door is painted black, and the scent of blood leads the Seeker to find the place to press to open it.
The southern Path is more sunlit, and is lined instead with trees, flowers, and a gentle curve that leads to an arch that lets light inside this side of the temple. The blood thirsty, the angry, and the rage filled would find themselves nauseated by such a natural simplicity and the general air of peace that pervades this side. Those who come here are more likely to be protectors of nature and those who'd prefer the peace.
As a Seeker enters the temple, what they see is again reflected by the entrance they take.
The Southern half reflects the outside. Light is permitted within, there are symbols of nature, and the desire to be it's protectors, within. The Northern side has symbols of death, often showing a pack of werewolves hunting down and killing vampires or demons. Both sides, though, have heavy imagery of wolves, whether at play, feeding, morphing between forms, or what have, reminding all who enter that this is, in fact, the temple of Lykourgos, god of the Werewolves.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:34 pm
 Lykourgos is hardly balanced, but He is neither good, nor ebil, nor neutral. He is what He is at the moment one meets Him, and one hopes that is the side a Seeker needs when they come in. He will never accept a follower from the ranks of the Demons or the Vampires. He detests them and if any were to enter His temple, they would quickly regret their ways. No follower of His may mate with one of them.
He rarely welcomes a non werewolf into His temple, and then it is only one who has truly embraced their inner wolf. He watches closely, and will reject any who deny that inside of them, or the dual nature of being between Wolf and Kat. If they grow too accepting of the Undead, or unnatural creatures, or worse, to be fond of one, He will bring His righteous Wrath down on them, and woe betide them for their foolish actions.
He expects respect, and makes sure He gets it. He also makes it clear His Isolde is to be treated with equal respect, save if she were to, for some strange reason, oppose His word. Then His followers should remember He is the god.
He watches all the tribes of Werewolf, and does not discriminate against any. As such, His temple is neutral ground. No Were may bring a tribal battle onto His grounds, save in the fashion of bringing it before Him to judge. If a Were spills the blood of another on the grounds of His temple, they are forsaken. All tribal disagreements must be set aside save for His judgement.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:38 pm
 Isolde is certainly a Dark Angelic, but for the sake of her beloved Lykourgos she is willing to be polite even to the purest-hearted faes. Sometimes, if Lyko is not around to greet visitors, Isolde will instead. She can be playful and a bit flirtatious, but it is all in fun, and she is utterly devoted to her god. She tends to avoid violence, but is certainly not above it when necessary-as long as it doesn't stain her dress!
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:09 pm
His Children
As of yet, He and His beloved have not had children.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:18 pm
Temple Ranking
Pups: First level followers within the temple, these are the ones who keep things clean, run errands, and do what is requested of them by those above.
Yearlings: Having proven themselves to be worthy of a title greater the mere Pup, a Yearling is expected to assist in temple Rituals, do the tasks that require more skill then a Pup commands but that are distracting for the Betas, and in general are the assistants to the Betas.
Betas: Full priests, they have earned high regard in the temple. Each Beta is assigned to a specific side of the temple, and only enters the other if a Ritual demands it. Otherwise, they stay to their sides, were they prey and hold Ritual.
Alphas: The High Priests. There are never more then 5, and they represent between them the facets of Lykourgos. There is 1 Good, 1 Ebil, 1 Neutral, 1 who is between Good and Neutral, and 1 who is between Ebil and Neutral. If they have attained this rank, they sometimes may be expected to prove they are still worthy, and if they fail, a Beta may rise to take their place.
Guardians of The Wood: Protectors of the Peaceful side of the temple, they are ready to protect all comers as needed, and must be ready to work with their Ebil counterparts if a great attack were mounted.
Revelers in Blood: The protectors on the Darker side, they do the same duties as the Guardians.
Alpha Reveler/Guardian: These are those who are in charge of the Temple guards at all times.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:20 pm
The Chosen
Followers of Lykourgos, and their respective Ranks.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:22 pm
Current Events
Nothing right now!
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 8:44 pm
For eons it seems she had lived in solitude with no hope of her kind overpowering the simple wolves. No it would be different... it would change. She made her way to a door as pitch as night and solemn as death. Grinning she placed her paw upon the switch that opened the door. Slinking toward the ground she actually walked in among all fours as an animal does. Sniffing she headed down a dark corridor with images to please her and satisfy her cravings of flesh and hate. Now she came to the end of her journey.
"I am here... I am the queen of the Black Spirals... I am Kasdeya my lord" she grinned and bowed in a strange fashion. Eyes glowing with pure evil and corruption sought answers and queries all in the same. If anyone could sate the pain and agony of a packless wolf it was the God of Weres; Lykourgos. Her head tilted slowly looking around waiting. Always she waited... today she would know... or so she hoped.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 9:42 pm
Lykourgos watched the BSD female crawl into the temple, eyes narrowed, thinking on how he would handle this. He had heard rumors about this pack, and wanted to know if it was true. Should he ask straight up, or should he wait, cozen and encourage, and metaphorically pounce later? He sat in his space were he could watch but not be seen, thinking.
When she spoke, he tilted his head. The Queen? She was their leader then. Well that put an interesting light on things. He stood and paced, silently, to a door where he could emerge behind her. He was proud of the efforts he insisted go into his temple, so his doors would open silently. Sure, he could choose to just materialize, but his pride said 'slide in silently, don't use your damn powers.' At least sometimes.
After a moment of silent contemplation, he decided to speak. "As I am here, Kasdeya. What is your desire, child of the Dancers?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:28 pm
She began to hear voices within her mind; perhaps voices of Spirals in the distant past or future. It may of even been the Howlers whom were so pure and became so corrupted. Oh how the Wrym sang praises of taking them into the shadows never to be heard again. She would rise and smother goodness for it made her retch with a terrible bellyache.
"Hmm?", head turning slightly her bat-like ears perked. She was not alone. Her lolled tongue slid inward as her crooked form stood up straight. Kasdeya bowed in spite of herself for she bowed to no one. But her visitor or rather she was his visitor was reason to be respectable to the best of the Spiral's ability.
"Love it... Oh yes a nice Den err domain ah temple...." she stammered yet it sounded fine to her. Her ears perked though they were mated in whatever she rolled within last, "My desire? Oh yes desire yes DESIRE.... I wish for more my lord. MORE of my kind! Spirals for am I few? Yes few and bewildered am I the only Spiral with half a brain".
Kasdeya was so proud of herself and hoped in earnest that the God could give her companions. The floating spirit flew around both wolves as it cradled its head grinning. Such interesting things since it joined the Queen.... Such interesting things indeed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:57 pm
Lykourgos felt the urge to make a face at the site of one who could be so pretty covered in muck, but did not let the urge win. She was hardly sane, he could smell it on her, but she was of His people. He nodded, accepting the bow as his due, for it was, and considered her further.
He listened to her words, brows lifting and arching as he pondered different responses to her words. Finally he paced over to the throne nearby... or had it been there moments before? In the shadows, it was hard to tell... and settled into it, studying the girl, and her... little spirit.
After a long period of silence, he spoke again, his expression light and curious. "Tell me, Kasdeya... how many Spirals are there, about in the world? I have heard whispers of one or two that might be there." He tilted his head. "But I do wish to hear more of the songs of my children around." His expression went from light to dark, cold, and feral in moments. "As long as they remain of my children." He snarled that out. "I have heard... rumors... that the blood of vampires might be mingling in my children. It disturbs Me."
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 11:01 am
She tried thinking though her brain was so few in a murmur or a shout when she needed it be. The Spiral pondered the others she had r un across yet names were nothing to her. One other female and that male that vanished without a trace... Armine was it? Seating herself upon her rump finally she kept a vigil upon the God. Strangely enough her right eye seemed to move around on its own while her tail tapped to a silent unheard rhythm.
"Others yes they were till even the darkness swallowed them whole. One male is rumored yet he is she is he. Personally I prefer him not. He does not dance like I do. Hear it now my lord how the dance calls so sweet and warm. Darkness yet darkness yet the cirles form into spirals traveling downward then up again...One, Two Three! Only true Spirals dance my lord... Yes dance is what we do and will. Dance to the Spiral and kill them. Yes Yes my Lord kill them... softly, sweetly... Can you hear it?!"
Her form though seated began to sway in a mysterious fashion as her tail kept tapping in tune before she spoke once more, "Mating?! Yes mating but not with blood suckers. They are not Spirals nor are they Wyrm... No no NO! They are trouble but are useful yes. They think they are smart but I am smarter. No... No true Spiral would bed with a bloodsucker. Spirals are pure... Yes pure I am. No blood suckers... Just Spirals.... Just Spirals for Wolves." She saw the distress in his eyes and knew such a thing was possible but even in her deranged state she wouldn't lay with a vampire.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 12:03 pm
He listened, carefully, to all this, working his way through her word-maze, deciphering what he could of what she said. "I see. So you know of but one other, that is all?" He frowned some, and leaned back on his throne, claw tracing the designs etched into it as he thought. "Indeed, I am of a mind to fix these problems, but it will take time. I am working on this." God though he was, even he could not conjure up enough Weres to fill all the packs and clans back to readiness, not immediately. He needed to work on this problem.
"And he is she? Hmmmm. I see." He pondered that thought. "Nonetheless, even if he does not dance as you dance, is he not of the blood of the Spiral? It would be... unwise to spurn any of your kin, when so few exist. It would be better to grow the ranks, with his assistance, and raise the pups right, then to ignore or avoid him." He did not care if she chose to interpret that as 'breed with him' or 'Get him to breed pups with someone', just so long as she was wise and heard his words... Breeding was the only way to grow things until his plans came to fruition.
His eyes narrow some, hearing her words, and watching her, to be sure. "So long as that remains the case, then I will be well pleased. Should any be so fool as to... lay with a Vampire, it would be wise to remember that no Vampire blood" he spat the last two words out, a full throated growl following. "Will ever be allowed in ANY tribe I bless. Should such be allowed..." He went silent, letting his words hint the meaning. "Keep the blood pure of those beasts, and the demons. They are a taint the Blood can not risk. A Maenaed, in their madness, is a better mate for a Werewolf then any of those foul beasts. And on that note..." He leaned forwards. "What do you know of the Maenaeds?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:09 pm
Kasdeya usually wouldn't care what she would breed with for a mate could be many things, but her dislike of Vampires and the smell they gave was more foul then zombies. Zombies smelled like the mire and waste that lay within the swampy bogs forgotten by the faes. It was what fueled her Hive with the essence of taint and poison: essentially it was her home.
"One female gone... one male gone.... eaten by the abyss I know it does. But this new male who is a she is a he..... No news for the abyss may of taken him too. Spirals dance to the abyss... Yes dance.... The abyss eats everything... devours... yes it intakes the everything long lost. Proud Proud Howlers the abyss took but became Spirals you see, Yes?" She hadn't seen another Spiral in years and yet a male that thought he was female was boggling. Kasdeya desired a male she would dominate, control, break. She loved the pain others felt for she was quite special.
"Bloodsuckers smell" she repeated her thoughts quite openly, "Zombies are better for they are like the Hive. Desire a male wolf Spiral Kasdeya does! Strong male to make pups with. To dance with... Not be alone oh No. Kasdeya is tired oh Yes so Tired... alone." She rambled for a minute more in a chant of sounds rather then coherent speech. It almost seemed there was another she babbled to, perhaps the spirit that held its head?
The last question caught her off-guard that he gained her full attention, "No... I know not what they are? Wolves? No they are different I can sense things... Tell me of your knowledge my Lord. Who are they?"
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