Jun. 3rd, 2012

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Okay, I'm going to write out a quick sort of background/primer on the whole Uratha thing because it is pretty detailed and, if nothing else, I'll need a spot to refresh my memory on all the background.

Uratha are the children of Father Wolf and Mother Luna. Father Wolf was a powerful spirit that kept the rest of the spirits in line and punished those that misbehaved. Luna, a powerful Celestine, came down to Earth-as-Pangaea and fell in love with Father Wolf and bore him nine children, the first werewolves. They helped Father Wolf keep the spirits in line and kept the spirit world and physical world separate, and all was glorious for werewolves for a while. Then Father Wolf began to weaken and was unable to keep up his duties and, due to his personal spirit-ban that he was defenseless against someone who could take his place and desired to kill him, was not able to fight back when his children rose up to slay him.

Mother Luna, now back in her place on the moon, cursed them. The force of Father Wolf's death broke the world and destroyed the paradise they lived in, separating the physical and spiritual worlds. They went to Mother Luna for forgiveness and was half-forgiven, but still bound by some of her curse and are hurt by silver but blessed with auspices, blessings from the moon that they had their First Change under.

And basically everyone hates them (thus they are Forsaken). The tribes of the Pure, those who did not slay Father Wolf and never went to Mother Luna for forgiveness, hate them and attack them from all corners. The spirits, who they continue to patrol and attempt to control, hate them for the power they once had to kill Father Wolf and the audacity of half-physical creatures to tell them what they can do. Plus everything else that gets thrown at them, which includes their own natures as they have to find balance between human and wolf, spirit and physical creature, rationality and a shitton of rage.

So even though they have awesome healing (they can heal broken bones in a matter of minutes) and magic and all that, Uratha die young and violently.

FST

Jun. 3rd, 2012 11:33 am
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because I know this is coming

30 Seconds to Mars -

Kings and Queens

Into your eyes
Hopeless and taken
We stole our new lives
Through blood and pain
In defense of our dreams
In defense of our dreams

We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell


Night of the Hunter

Blessed by a bitch from a bastard seed
Pleasure to meet you but better to bleed
Rise, I will rise, I will rise
Skinned her alive, ripped her apart
Scattered her ashes, buried her heart
Rise up above it, high up above and see (Rise up above it high up above it and see)

Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside
One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge
One night to remember
One day it'll all just end

Honest to God I'll break your heart
Tear you to pieces and rip you apart


Breaking Benjamin - Follow

Enlighten me
Reveal my fate
Just cut these strings
That hold me safe
(Safe)

You know my head
You know my gaze
You'd know my heart
If you knew your place
I walked straight down
As far as I can go

I follow you
You follow me
(I don't know why, you lie so clean)
I'll break right through
The irony


Linkin Park - the Catalyst

And when I close my eyes tonight
To symphonies of blinding light
God bless everyone
We're a broken people living under loaded gun

Like memories in cold decay
Transmissions echoing away
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky

God save us everyone
When we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hand, the sins of our tongue
The sins of our father, the sins of our young, no


kidneythieves

moon hangs around
a blade over my head
reminds me
what to do before im dead
night consumes light
the honesty i dread
reminds me what to do before im dead

to see you
to touch you

epochs fly, reminds me
what i hide, reminds me
the desert skies
cracks the spies
reminds me what i never tried
the ocean wide salted red
reminds me what to do before im dead

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