Four Great Wolves

When there is nothing, there are actually many things, and in this particular nothing, there came to be four things; the Four Great Wolves.
The first wolf was Alta. Alta was a dark blue wolf, like the sky just above the sun after it has set. Alta was a good wolf – strong, brave, and loyal, the perfect qualities in an Alpha wolf. After Alta came Sol, a fiery red. Sol loved his older brother, but he wanted power. The more power the better. After Sol came Terra, a dark brown she-wolf the color of the earth. Terra was a quiet, courageous, loyal she-wolf, the perfect qualities for an Alpha female.
The last and littlest Great Wolf was Luna. Luna was all white with blue eyes. Something odd about Luna was that while the other three Great Wolves had solid pelts – no markings or discolorations on them – Luna had a blue crescent moon on her forehead, but because the moon had not yet existed, they did not know what to call it. Luna’s blue mark had disturbed the other wolves a little at first, but when they realized that she was just like them, they ignored it.
At first, the Four Great Wolves were content to just be with each other and play, enjoying each other’s company. All four of the Great Wolves have a good sense of humor, because if there is no humor there is no fun. But one day, while his brother and sisters were sleeping, Sol grew bored. He wanted to play, but they would not. His boredom caused some interesting thoughts to run through his head, and he decided to make something he could play with. He created a small, bright, warm sphere, and began bouncing it around. Soon his laughter awoke Alta and Terra, and when they saw what he had created they asked to play with him. Sol did not like the idea – why would they want to play now, but not before when he had wanted to play with them? He asked them, and they replied that they had been tired. They could not have played if they had wanted to, for their bodies would not allow it. Sol did not believe them, but he kept to himself about it. Soon, they were all barking and yipping with pleasure at Sol’s new toy.
Luna had been the last to wake up. She wanted to play too, so they tossed the ball to her. She tried to catch it, but as soon as it touched her it got blue and cold and it would not fly as easily anymore.
“Sister!” Sol exclaimed, upset that she had ruined his toy. “You have broken it!”
“It is not broken,” Luna replied, “simply different. You would not call Terra ugly because she looks different from me, nor would you call Alta dumb because he does not know the same things as you.”
Sol would not see reason. He huffed off, still angry at his little sister. The other three Great Wolves played with the toy, pushing it to each other instead of tossing it. They found that just as much delight can reside in two very different things.
Sol watched his siblings playing with the toy he had created. “Well, fine,” Sol thought angrily, “I shall make another toy.” And Sol did. He created many little toys. He made them bright and warm, and he had much fun with them.
“Brother!” The other three wolves cried. “Why did you make so many? Surely we need only one to have fun.”
“But this way, if Luna accidentally touches another one, we shall have plenty more!” Sol said happily.
The other three Great Wolves thought about this. “Well that is quite a good idea,” they said to each other. “Sol, that was very smart of you,” they all agreed. Sol beamed happily, and they had much fun with the hundreds of thousands of little toys.
After they had all been worn out, they fell fast asleep. Sol was the first to wake up, anxious to play again. But the others were very tired – they had been woken up before, so they had not had much sleep, then they wore themselves out.
“If they like these little toys,” Sol thought to himself, a thought growing in his mind, “then why don’t I make a big one?”
So he did. He created a toy large enough to fit him in it one thousand times. He made it a beautiful red-gold color, and he made it very, very bright. So bright, in fact, that for a second time he awoke his siblings.
“Sol!” They cried, astonished at what he had done.
“This is not fair,” Alta reasoned with Sol. “Terra does not have a toy, and nor do Luna or myself. You must take it apart.”
“No!” Sol argued, upset that they did not like it. “You can create your own toys too! Like this,” he said, and showed them how he made his own. Soon Terra and Luna had begun creating their own toys, and they worked on them very hard and very long. But Alta could not, no matter how hard he tried, create a touchable toy. He made circles that bent the light from Sol’s toys, and that made them look light blue, but if Terra or Luna or Sol tried to feel it, it would disappear.
Terra, being the most creative, made little living things on her toy. She made them all different – she made them think different, act different, and talk different. She based these creatures on her siblings and herself, but she could not make them right. She made them pelt-less, except for some parts of their body. She got frustrated, but she tried again. This time, she made them perfectly. She made creatures that looked exactly like the Four Great Wolves, with all different colors of fur and eyes and markings, so her sister Luna would not feel so left out. Her toy was smaller than Sol’s, because she was tired, and she ran out of energy. Luna’s had been even smaller, because she was smaller and had been more exhausted. Luna had not the strength to create things on her toy, and Sol had not the patience.
Terra set her toy next to Sol’s, and Luna set her toy next to Terra’s. “Biggest to smallest,” they all thought, and Sol was glad. His toy was bigger than both of theirs, even if Luna and Terra combined theirs.
Terra soon found that her little creatures died relatively quickly, and she could not understand why. She soon found that the two different creatures liked each other very much, and would stay together often, but they would not interbreed. She saw that both types of creatures would like to stay on the border between the bright light of Sol’s toy, and the much dimmer but much more beautiful light of Luna’s toy.
One day, she asked Alta why, just because he was the oldest and wisest. “I do not know exactly why,” he finally answered, pre-occupied with creating another one of his blue non-existent-but-still-there toys. He accidentally bumped it into Terra’s toy, and the part where the little bubble of blue was surrounded the creatures. Alta tried to pull his toy off of Terra’s toy, but it just would not work. Terra said it was alright, and she’d deal with it later.
They all fell into a deep peaceful sleep – all except Terra. She woke up when the others were asleep, and quietly went over to her toy. She noticed that the creatures inside the bubble that Alta had made lived much longer than any of the other creatures, so she woke up Alta to show him.
“Can you create a bubble around all of my creatures?” She asked him, and he said yes. Alta created a large bubble around Terra’s toy so her creations could all live long, happy lives. She moved her toy farther back from Sol’s big, bright toy, so that her toy would not be too hot on that side, and she moved Luna’s toy just a little bit farther back so that side would not be too cold. She then began pushing it in a circle around Sol’s toy. Luna pushed her toy in a circle around Terra’s toy, so that there would be equality between the cold and the hot. Terra’s creatures were much happier with their new lives, and the Four Great Wolves were very happy with their new toys.
This peace lasted for a very long time, and Terra noticed little changes in her creatures. She saw them progressing mentally, and she decided to provide her creatures with some more things. She put on deer, and elk, and rabbits, all for her creations to eat, and keep themselves warm with the hide. She put on trees, and grass, and flowers for the elk and deer and rabbits to eat. Then she was caught in the creative current; she wanted to create many more things. She created cougar, bear, tiger, caribou, dragon, moose, penguin, giraffe, centaur, elephant, cat, raccoon, hyena, jackal, walrus, seal, lion, horse, unicorn, bird, fish, frog, and many, many more. When she was done, she looked proudly upon her work, glad with what she had done.
Terra soon saw that with all her new creatures came new emotions. Her original creations, the hairless ones that walked on only two of their legs, began fighting amongst themselves. Terra could not understand it. They began to feel strong emotions such as hate, envy, greed, and jealousy. She did not want this. She tried time and time again to show them that this is not what she wanted – she made herself very small, as small as one of her creations, and she went on to her toy to speak with them. The ones that looked like her understood; they tried to make the humans see reason, but they would not. The humans and wolves grew slowly farther and farther apart, as the humans began hurting the wolves too. The wolves stayed in the forests, while the humans ruined the forests and polluted Alta’s gift to them.
“I need to make them see reason,” Terra told herself, once she was back with her siblings. She then created one more thing – she created werewolves. Werewolves could take the form of a wolf and a human, so they could tell the humans what they were doing wrong, and hopefully the werewolves could bring the humans and wolves back together, like they were so long ago.
Terra’s hopes were soon dashed. Instead of listening to the werewolves, humans began fearing them. They started killing them too, and the werewolves faced a difficult decision – go into hiding, or deny who they were. The wolves accepted the werewolves gladly, and many werewolves chose to live with the wolves in their wolf forms, very rarely turning into humans. They knew how, and it was never hard or difficult for them, no matter how long they stayed in their wolf form; there was just never any reason for them to change to their human forms.
The werewolves that abandoned the wolf part of them attempted to live normal lives. They would dress like humans and act like humans, but their senses were still many times more acute. They knew another werewolf just by their scent, and there are no cases of a werewolf mating with a human. Somehow, someway, all werewolves live with another werewolf. Best friends in school, roommates in college, husband and wife; they manage to stick together. Werewolves have werewolf children, no matter what form they are in. Depending on what form they are in depends on how many children they have. Once a female werewolf is pregnant, her body will not allow her to change form until she gives birth. The kid(s) cannot phase until they are about two years old, but when the change comes they are stuck in the other phase for a certain allotment of time, from as little as a day to as long as two weeks before they can phase back. It takes a long time to perfect, and the youngest known werewolf to be able to phase at-will was five years old, and he had first phased at eleven months, another first for werewolves.
All werewolves are blessed when they are born by one of the Four Great Wolves. The Great Wolf that blessed them watches over them throughout their life; werewolves pray to the wolf that blessed them as a babe.
On average, the perfection rate is nine years of age for girls, twelve years of age for guys, but only because girls have a tendency to enjoy phasing more than guys, so they get more practice. Werewolf children are far more advanced than mundane children, and they seem to be more fun to hang around. They are rarely the popular blonde cheerleader type; more often they are skaters, because they enjoy the rush of adrenaline they get from taking risks – it subconsciously reminds them of turning into a wolf and chasing game in the forest. They all have a great sense of humor, and in large schools you can often see them walking in ‘packs’ – a group of ten or twelve people with one male and one female in the lead. They’re usually pretty well-behaved; their Alpha’s keep them in check. They never do drugs or alcohol – as explained before, werewolves are far more advanced than humans, and they understand the consequences that come with breaking the law and poisoning your brain before it has fully matured.
The jobs that werewolves most often have are as stunt people for movies (adrenaline rush), animal trainers (understand animals extraordinarily well), and day-care teachers (females have a strong maternal bond with other people’s children because they have the instinct to care for only the Alpha female’s pups). The next most common is as a bounty hunter (they use every part of the animal – the meat to eat, the fur to sell, the bones for jewelry, weapons, or they feed it to the scavengers nearby).
Terra soon gave up on trying to help them – let them be their own demise. Then she could start anew, and next time, she’d make sure to not put humans on her once-beautiful bauble. Terra explained this to her siblings, so they just spent their time watching the creatures interact with one another. Luna and Alta were amazed at Terra’s workmanship; they were odd little buggers, weren’t they? The three of them would watch the strange goings-on of the little beings all the time, enthralled with their funky behaviors.
This made Sol very angry. Terra was younger than him, and she still got all the attention? That was not fair! He decided to kill off Terra’s creatures quickly – this way, his bigger, brighter toy would get way more attention than her little dull one. He waited until the other three Great Wolves were sleeping, and then he crept over to Terra’s toy. He created little creatures on her toy that looked exactly like Terra’s destructive humans, but because he was a perfectionist he made his creatures perfect. He made them warm, with perfect hair and perfect white teeth and perfect skin; with perfect voices and perfect laughs and perfect bodies. He made them this way not only to please himself with the knowledge that he created something better than Terra, but also because the humans were drawn to perfection, so he created what all of them wanted. Then he created them with an everlasting thirst for blood, and a hunger for death. He wanted them to turn into an animal like Terra’s wolves, but smaller and more threatening. Sol never understood why, but humans were afraid of teeny fluffy bats that would squeak and eat bugs that harmed humans, but it was not his fear – it was theirs. He gave his perfect creations the power to turn into this animal to strike fear into the hearts of humans; to turn their blood as cold as ice before it was sucked out of them. He created them for one purpose – the destruction of every living thing on Terra’s toy. He named them vampires.
When the werewolves found out about this, they were not scared – quite on the contrary. They were ecstatic to have something they could fight back at for a good cause. Werewolves grew closer, and the woods werewolves and city werewolves became close, close friends. They each found each other’s customs a bit strange at first – woods werewolves didn’t know what clothes were, or why the other werewolves wore them, and the city werewolves found it odd that the woods werewolves didn’t know so many things that they considered to be basic everyday life. But soon these differences were forgotten – they all had an enemy to defeat and they couldn’t be separated by something as simple as clothing.
The werewolves were expecting an easy win, but were shocked when the vampire resistance didn’t immediately crumble under the force of their first attack. Werewolves worldwide were constantly throwing themselves at the vampires, expecting them to die off soon. When that didn’t happen and the humans began finding out about them all over again, both sides of this pandemic bloodlust were forced to recoil and hide again for a few centuries. An unofficial truce came about because of both the vampires’ and werewolves’ need for secrecy – you don’t attack us, we won’t attack you. This didn’t make them friends – not in the slightest. But it did ensure both sides’ safety when they most needed it.
But tension is being felt across the globe once more. Vampires and werewolves can feel it – when they pass by a member of the other species, the calming sense of a slightly uneasy truce is gone, replaced with electricity crackling between them, both ready to pounce on the other at a moments notice.
Killing sprees of eight to twenty-five people have been in the papers recently, suggesting that vampires are either taking more than they need to survive or they are starting to band together in large groups, as with the last big war. Both sides are anticipating an attack from the other, and as a result vampire and werewolf lives are being up heaved while they prepare for battle once more. One pack in particular is the Redwood pack in the Redwood forest. This werewolf pack is in Elsie, Oregon – lots of trees to hide in or ambush from. Redwood is one of the strongest, most elite packs in the world, and it is recruiting more members. But without one, we cannot have the other, and there is a vampire coven recruiting nearby as well. This coven is known as the Black Raven, one of the strongest, most elite covens of vampires in the world – and just like the Redwood, it is recruiting more members.