- Vorgeans
It sometimes happens that the human side of Wolves seem to have to fade in front of certain mystic calls anchored in the depths of their souls...
Gegarious and clan instincts of Wolves re-appear, sometimes, under darkest and disturbing forms.
When the war resounds in their hearts and when enemies are made legions, it happens that supernatural beings appear among Wolves, transcending their mortal nature to become more than human beings. It can happen to the last one of muddies as to the biggest Dominant, without following a precise or known rule, except the warrior nobility and the pugnacity of the chosen one.
Under the blow of an ancestral pressure, and with an atricious pain and a sudden pleasure at the same time, the transformation operates in the chosen one, and make of him a being of legend among his peers : a Vorgean.
The Wolf stops then being subjected to the laws of men and to the logic of things, to become Vorgean. Keeping a rather usual appearance for not warned eyes, Vorgean finds in fact his fangs growing, as his pilosity and muscular structure, multipliyng his physical abilities. He becomes of an incredible flexibility, infatiguable, day-blind, in with sharpened sense of smell as a real wild dog, and a bearer of diffuse but devastating powers...
It becomes the banner of the Pack spirit, the living symbol of Wolf nation, the Banner of Souls, the War Bringer !
Vorgean remains similar to what he was, for most part. It's other Wolves, that change, then. This unexplained phenomenon of the deep nature of Wolves does not show itself on the scale of an invidividual, but in that of groups, whole cities ! Under the silent call of a Vorgean, and following his tracks into the very heart of battles, Wolves become more aggressive, more cunning, and more welded and disciplined than they never were before. In the trail of a Vorgean, Wolves do not fight any more between them, do not move back any more, and become little by little, irresistibly, particles of an immense and totally coordinated entity, in a social harmony of large scale.
Vorgeans are the Pack, the Pack is Vorgeans. Where they pass, the chaos and the individual stop existing, to make way to a big war machinery, working by instinct, each one finding at once and in a innate way his place among others...
Their enemies then do not face any more isolated men, subjected to their fears, their interests, capable of exploiting their strengths, and trying to hide their weaknesses. No, they face then a gigantic, plain spirit, endowed with thousands burning glances with a rough appetite for Death and dominion. Bravest War Lords have already testified of the dismay that they felt, seeing whole armies of Wolves walking toward them like one man, an unwavering determination in the heart, and making weigh their abominable thirst of destruction as a weapon on the spirit of their opponents.
They are not ashamed there to have called for retreat, in front of an army led by Vorgeans, it's only the purest and simpliest survival reflex of a prey at the sight of a predator...
Vorgeans breathe through the heart and the body of Wolves, in a visceral, invisible, invincible way. They are only human, but they are much more than that : they are Big Banners of Destruction of the Wolf nation !
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