He growled lowly at the mention of the Dancers and thought of how best to explain it. "That you dont know who they are is a blessing in of itself. Now details im not sure about, as it is more lore and story than actual fact." He never was good at spinning tales, but he tried his best anyway. "YOu know of Gaia and her sister Luna, but what few knew of was a third being. It is called the Wyrm...a being of corruption that exists within Gaia like a parasite, trying to corrupt her to darkness and pain. For millenia she has foughtback with her own power and the strentgh of us her beloved children." If he recalled there was another being called the Weaver, who was the opposite of the Wyrm and desired an order to life that borded on insanity, but he knew only that much and figured to leave it left unsaid."
((YAy for Lore from the WhiteWolf games :D ))
"Now the Dancers are called as such because of the way they bring offerings and prayers to the Wyrm." stopping a moment he dug a design into the ground, a spiral that curved inward nine times before stopping. "This is their mark, and to them they find faith in dancing around the spirals. At its center lies their Master, the Wyrm. The closer they dance to the center the more powerful and high ranked they consider themselves. Most dancers i have seen look feral and undernourished. They stink of evil and tend to cover their fur in dirt and swamp moss to make their coats as black as possible." After this monolouge he grew silent. either having nothing more to say or wishing to cease speaking about what he did know.
((Yeah im adlibbing most of what I know, go
here to read a little about the tribes and stuff. And basically were like the Children of Gaia :D ))
off tot he lake I guess o.O -poofage-
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