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AU storyline
Dec. 24th, 2018 10:46 pmIn this version of his story, there is no religious awakening, no coming to terms with his faith. Instead, Athelstan learned the hard way that the children of Fenrir and wargs were real-and a threat. On that day, an attack by a large wolf creature left him with a gaping wound on his arm that seemed to heal over night, and nightmares of a large, rampaging beast that left him confused as to if he was being chased-or if he was the wolf.
In the end, it dawned on him what happened-just what had attacked him. Fear, isolation and desperation moved him to try and ensure the safety of the village, to keep the Beast away from his family. He made a show of throwing his arm band, of making it all the more easier to want to get rid of him. If he could be driven out or killed, then the Beast will not come out.
Yet for his intentions, the Beast still came. The fatal headwound began to heal soon after it was delivered, and at night, the Beast finally awoke-and clawed and tore Its way from the grave. That night, inspite of his best efforts, the Wolf tore into the night, reveling in its new freedom and taste for blood. The only saving grace was the Beast's distrust for humans, so instead of going towards the village, it ran away, into the woods.
For the next few years, Athelstan had found others like him, joining a pack and learning more of werewolves and their ways. He learned that he now possessed strength and speed more advanced than any human, how even in human form his sense of smell and hearing were still that of a wolf-and how only weapons made from mistletoe could have permanent damage on them. Further more, he learned that to allow the Change to take over, even under the compulsion of the full moon, was to become remain as a wolf for the duration of three days-unless wearing a coat died with the roots of the mistletoe plant.
He now sees the Pack as his family. Everyone of them Outcasts in some form or another, being forced rely on eachother for survival. He knows that without them, he wouldn't survive long, not even as the Beast, and though he doesn't enjoy the transformations as the others, atleast he knows he's not alone in the pain. As the Wolf, he revels in hunting and the kill, enjoys the freedom of the chase and running with the Pack; as a human, he feels guilt for the lone travelers they take out on the road, but he no longer knows who to pray to to give them peace.
In the Pack, he's known as Christian, but in his heart he know longer feels connected to that God. The Norse gods have shown their power, but he is now the blood of Loki and Fenrir-of Giants, and he can no longer claim their aide as easily as the others. The Pack consider themselves outsiders even among the gods and Men, and in that way alone, Athelstan feels a kinship with them.
In the end, it dawned on him what happened-just what had attacked him. Fear, isolation and desperation moved him to try and ensure the safety of the village, to keep the Beast away from his family. He made a show of throwing his arm band, of making it all the more easier to want to get rid of him. If he could be driven out or killed, then the Beast will not come out.
Yet for his intentions, the Beast still came. The fatal headwound began to heal soon after it was delivered, and at night, the Beast finally awoke-and clawed and tore Its way from the grave. That night, inspite of his best efforts, the Wolf tore into the night, reveling in its new freedom and taste for blood. The only saving grace was the Beast's distrust for humans, so instead of going towards the village, it ran away, into the woods.
For the next few years, Athelstan had found others like him, joining a pack and learning more of werewolves and their ways. He learned that he now possessed strength and speed more advanced than any human, how even in human form his sense of smell and hearing were still that of a wolf-and how only weapons made from mistletoe could have permanent damage on them. Further more, he learned that to allow the Change to take over, even under the compulsion of the full moon, was to become remain as a wolf for the duration of three days-unless wearing a coat died with the roots of the mistletoe plant.
He now sees the Pack as his family. Everyone of them Outcasts in some form or another, being forced rely on eachother for survival. He knows that without them, he wouldn't survive long, not even as the Beast, and though he doesn't enjoy the transformations as the others, atleast he knows he's not alone in the pain. As the Wolf, he revels in hunting and the kill, enjoys the freedom of the chase and running with the Pack; as a human, he feels guilt for the lone travelers they take out on the road, but he no longer knows who to pray to to give them peace.
In the Pack, he's known as Christian, but in his heart he know longer feels connected to that God. The Norse gods have shown their power, but he is now the blood of Loki and Fenrir-of Giants, and he can no longer claim their aide as easily as the others. The Pack consider themselves outsiders even among the gods and Men, and in that way alone, Athelstan feels a kinship with them.
