Tr1ckY_1337
Star
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2011
- Location
- Shadow Moses Island
It was the worst of times, it was the best of times. Well, you know how the story goes. It's quite simple really, life is exactly what it is; life. Sometimes it goes completely your way. Maybe you just bought that new car you've been eyeing for about three months now. Or perhaps your boyfriend/girlfriend finally wants to go all the way (oh yeah). Or maybe even your dog Spot made it to love on to 27 in dog years. If so, then hey, kudos. That's one tough dog.
But then again, life is life, so sometimes to pretty much spits in your face and just says "Fuck you". That's right, that's when life kind of sucks at the moment. You think you've got it bad sometimes? Imagine these two divinities that just weren't meant to be. Introducing both Angelo and Leone, two wolf gods that had spent much of ancient times becoming the number one worshipped pair for centuries. People revered these two day in and day out, offering them gifts and sacrifices in their name for plentiful harvests and protection from mother nature.
Angelo was the one with black fur, hair that was coarse and tough, sharp teeth and nails and a growl that could scare Zeus or Buddha. He was charged with protect the people. For those that worshipped him, he gave them blessings in battle, protected their homes and towns from natural disasters and plagues. He was the defender of the people that followed both twins. Angelo did his task with honor and compassion, caring for those with a strong paw and warm heart.
Leone, on the other hand, was the gentle one. His fur was a light grey, and while slightly taller than Angelo, he was a big softy. Leone was charged with handling their crops and giving them blessings for their families, good fortunes, or traveling safely. Think of this wolf as the one who took care of the more gentle matters. That did not mean that Leone did not get his fur dirty sometimes, it was just not as often.
Well, on to the sad part. With the introduction of other polytheistic and monotheistic religions, the wolf twins were shunned into the darkest parts of the heavens. They saw their followers dwindle away, converted into other religions and beliefs or killed off in war, famine, or disease. Soon, they were left with only a single family that believed them, and they too passed away with time. Completely erased from the face of the Earth, the wolf brothers were forced to flee the heavens and seek refuge. For a century, they were unheard of.
The kingdom was fairly busy today. After Sunday church, citizens were working hard to prepare food and supplies for the king's army. They were to conquer another land in the name of their king, expanding his empire far and wide unlike any people have seen. He controlled ten city-states, yet his greed did not stop there. He wanted to rule more and more. Thankfully, his officials were much kinder, treating the citizens with a gentle hand and soft words. Overall, life in the kingdom was tolerable and not bad.
In the forest outside the kingdom, however... far off and past the lake where many children went and played, there was a strange shrine of some sort. On a pedestal surrounded by broken pillars and obelisks stood two wolves, one darker than the other. One stood tall and proud, the other laying down with his head held high. One was a protecter, the other was a caretaker. The statue was the last standing relic to the honor of the Twin Wolf Gods. Ancient hieroglyphics began to shine and hum in the sunlight, dying down occasionally but soon coming back to life.
But then again, life is life, so sometimes to pretty much spits in your face and just says "Fuck you". That's right, that's when life kind of sucks at the moment. You think you've got it bad sometimes? Imagine these two divinities that just weren't meant to be. Introducing both Angelo and Leone, two wolf gods that had spent much of ancient times becoming the number one worshipped pair for centuries. People revered these two day in and day out, offering them gifts and sacrifices in their name for plentiful harvests and protection from mother nature.
Angelo was the one with black fur, hair that was coarse and tough, sharp teeth and nails and a growl that could scare Zeus or Buddha. He was charged with protect the people. For those that worshipped him, he gave them blessings in battle, protected their homes and towns from natural disasters and plagues. He was the defender of the people that followed both twins. Angelo did his task with honor and compassion, caring for those with a strong paw and warm heart.
Leone, on the other hand, was the gentle one. His fur was a light grey, and while slightly taller than Angelo, he was a big softy. Leone was charged with handling their crops and giving them blessings for their families, good fortunes, or traveling safely. Think of this wolf as the one who took care of the more gentle matters. That did not mean that Leone did not get his fur dirty sometimes, it was just not as often.
Well, on to the sad part. With the introduction of other polytheistic and monotheistic religions, the wolf twins were shunned into the darkest parts of the heavens. They saw their followers dwindle away, converted into other religions and beliefs or killed off in war, famine, or disease. Soon, they were left with only a single family that believed them, and they too passed away with time. Completely erased from the face of the Earth, the wolf brothers were forced to flee the heavens and seek refuge. For a century, they were unheard of.
The kingdom was fairly busy today. After Sunday church, citizens were working hard to prepare food and supplies for the king's army. They were to conquer another land in the name of their king, expanding his empire far and wide unlike any people have seen. He controlled ten city-states, yet his greed did not stop there. He wanted to rule more and more. Thankfully, his officials were much kinder, treating the citizens with a gentle hand and soft words. Overall, life in the kingdom was tolerable and not bad.
In the forest outside the kingdom, however... far off and past the lake where many children went and played, there was a strange shrine of some sort. On a pedestal surrounded by broken pillars and obelisks stood two wolves, one darker than the other. One stood tall and proud, the other laying down with his head held high. One was a protecter, the other was a caretaker. The statue was the last standing relic to the honor of the Twin Wolf Gods. Ancient hieroglyphics began to shine and hum in the sunlight, dying down occasionally but soon coming back to life.