The Creation

At sometime before the beginning of the world, there was a battle in the home of the gods for supremacy. Though it initially started as a petty quarrel between Vinneru the battle-god and Saliyana the mischief-maker, it soon ravaged their entire kingdom. Even gentle goddess Titania fought bitterly for dominion, posessed by a lust for power.

After all the gods had been fighting for many ages, most were so exhausted they could fight no more - even the mighty battle-god Vinneru was greatly weakened. Just at this moment, a leader emerged from the rubble - K’jal, the great golden wolf-god, the only god who had remained a passive bystander in this quarrel. He condemned the gods' vicious war for supremacy and promised to lead them with truth and courage.

“You would do this to me, brother?” Vinneru had hissed, but they could not contest K'jal's rule. He was the last one standing, and they were exhausted. However, they were angry with him for not fighting, so they refused to associate with him, talk with him, even look at him.

Being shunned thus gave K’jal a deep sense of loneliness and sorrow, which he wallowed in for a long while, seemingly ages. Yet in the midst of this he was struck by a brilliant thought - the idea that would become his creation.

From the nothingness surrounding the gods’ kingdom, K’jal first brought forth a vast expanse of rolling tides - the oceans and seas of the world. Then from this, he brought forth huge landmasses that separated the seas. He worked feverishly, barely aware of what he was doing - he yanked from the earth the trees and plants; wild, sprawled things that made him smile after he looked at them. Then he began to create all the creatures that wandered this world - the fish, the birds, the deer and antelope and mountain lions and all the rest.

And finally, K’jal exerted himself to his fullest and created Karr and Aria, the first pair of wolves ever to roam Ahara’lin. Eager to show the first pair of wolves this new world he had created, K’jal manifested himself right before their eyes as they were just taking their first breaths.

Come with me, into the forest, K’jal’s shining eyes said, and they followed.

K’jal taught them much in the first years - he taught them of the change of the seasons, of the hunt, of the gods’ magnificent home, all without saying a word. He taught them well, and soon they had pups and began to spread across the land. K’jal watched as Karr and Aria passed on; he guided their souls into Midgard, home of the dead.