There are three nights a month where my normal difficulty sleeping is replaced by insomnia of the highest order. You see, dear reader, I am a lunatic. No, not in its more common parlance, but rather it’s traditional use. Lunaticus, in Latin from the belief that changes of the moon caused intermittent insanity.
Yes, rising on Sunday is the full moon. Of course, with the full moon comes the legend of the Werewolf. So, let’s howl at the moon and discuss this pervasive myth that spans over 4,000 years.
Wait did I just say 4,000 years? And pervasive? Yes. And yes. (Pervasive has something to do with the perverted “shifter romances” I see everywhere, right? I mean c’mon, that’s bestiality for the timid. I almost said chickens, but that’s a different sort of fiction altogether.)
Anyways… Let’s talk werewolves. A few years back, in the Russian steppes, archeologists found a 4,000-year-old site where people would ritualistically sacrifice and eat dogs and wolves. The full implications of this discovery has not been fully explored, but there is a belief that these ancient people were trying to become werewolves.
History has many examples of tribes consuming parts of enemies and animals in order to gain their power, so this discovery might not shock many people. However, old texts claim that young warriors would have to “wear the skin of the animal for four years” before burning it as they reentered society.
These were the first of the werewolves. For four years, these young men would walk the earth as wolves before finding the control needed to rejoin their tribes. But some never learned that control. They became more wolf than man. We’re going to focus on these wolves rather than those that returned. (We can get into them in a later post.)
Many people assumed that the wolf part of werewolfism was the infectious part. That a bite from a werewolf would turn you into a wolf. In reality, it was the humanity that was the infection in these bites. The old ones that weren’t able to return to their tribes retained a part of their humanity, but it was the baser more animalistic side of humanity. Wolves went to war, hunted prey to the brink of extinction in some areas, and even attacked human settlements of their tribe’s enemies.
When these werewolves bit other humans or wolves, they were infected with that bloodlust, transforming their mind and eventually even their physical appearance. The ancient stories of warring bands of barbarians that “fought like animals” and slaughtered indiscriminately, were the first stories of these werewolves becoming more numerous, more organized.
The ancient world of humans would’ve eventually been ground into the dust of history had it not been for another group of werewolves. One of the tribes that used the wolf ritual to its proper effect. Two twin brothers came from one of those tribes and founded the end of the War Wolves. Those brothers were Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome.
Werewolves didn’t end there, but that’s a story for another time.
Normally, I’d assign an intern to track down a werewolf or a werewolf hunter, but instead, we’ll continue this story before the next full moon.
Falcon Storm was born in the frozen wastelands of Alaska. All that time spent in the dank, dark cold was quite enough, so he moved far, far away to the slightly-less-cold state of Michigan and now continues to seek out warmth by making others laugh. From role-playing games to spinning tall tales, he’s always been a storyteller. These days he writes about funny and fantastical worlds set just beneath the surface of our own and works from home assisting in the day-to-day operations of Novel Publicity and raising his and Emlyn’s sassafras daughter, Phoenix.
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