Half human. Half beast. Predators that stalk the deepest woods and the darkest urban alleyways. Monsters that creep up on their prey like ghosts, then explode into a fury of claws and fangs. Beasts that howl under the full moon and kill those that cross the boundaries of their territory.

Werewolves.

In some ways, werewolves embody the oldest human fear - the fear of the wolf at the door, the awful thought that for all out tools and fire, we are still prey in the eyes of Mother Nature. We struggle to control every detail our environment to our exacting specifications, and that makes us all the more afraid, deep down, of being stranded in a hostile place under the control of something larger and stronger than us something with fangs and a taste for meat.

But there's more to it that that. Humans have always feared, even hated wild animals, particularly those that are stronger than to us on some level. But we have always envied their strength at the same time. In the earliest times, prehistoric humans wore animal skins and bones and prayed to somehow become as swift or keen-eyed or strong as the animals with which they shared the world. Even today, people wear clothing, jewelry, even tattoos depicting animals they respect in a sort unconscious desire to borrow those animals' power. And we tell stories of humans who can take animal form (or vice versa). We always have, from the Americas to Europe to Africa to Asia. And the king of these stories is the story of the werewolf. The werewolf represents everything we fear in Nature - and everything we'd like to be.

Deep down inside, we're afraid of wolves, yet we want desperately to wear the wolves' skin and to be like them.

This is your chance to do just that.

Now with the point of this part of the retreat. Below you will find various visions of the White Wolf Werewolf, that I have thrust into the World of Darkness.

{ Plato }

{ Hoss }

{ Hudson }

{ Jymy }

{ Sascha Longstride }