In time immemorial, there were two beings of unparalleled power, Luna and Sol, who shared an unconditional and unfailing love. But one day, tired of their eternity, they joined forces and populated the void that surrounded them. Thus, they gave life to a green world that shimmered under their common light: the Earth.
At first, their creation was exhilarating, the soft breath of the wind caressing their faces, the song of the rivers filling their ears and the trees bending their backs as they passed. But boredom soon overcame them, and over the millennia they lost their gleam. Alarmed by the darkness encroaching on Luna, her lover decided to awaken her curiosity by creating the first spark of intelligent life. Overwhelmed by this gift, a breath of hope invigorated her soul and she immediately fell in love with each of these fragile creatures.
In the midst of this new group, a golden cub was playing fiercely with a moon shaded panther. They both burst in on her, startling her. Yet, she could not hold it against them, for these two colorful specks brought back old, buried memories. Quite the contrary, she invited them to keep her company and pampered them. Time passed, and eventually, through her grace, she granted them some of her knowledge, a semi-human form and the gift of speech to communicate with them.
The panther preferred his human form to deepen his knowledge with Luna. As for the lion, he preferred the company of Sol and proudly turned into a fighter, mastering both his sharp claws and sciences. However, their primal instincts caught up with them and made them surround themselves with their own kind. Two different clans were formed. One distanced itself from bestiality, the other glorified it. Soon a conflict broke out, the lion not accepting the weakness into which the panther had fallen. In the face of their mutual incomprehension, a grudge and a deep hatred emerged. The war raged, staining the land and the water with a bloody red.
Sol turned his back and left, disappointed by the internal strife. He was never seen again, only the last remnants of his greatness still illuminating the world. Faced with this catastrophe, the last goddess punished them by binding them intrinsically. The tribes could only survive by interbreeding. The most warlike humans became Omegas, men and women who could only give birth to the bloodiest and most bestial therianthropes, the Gammas, who ruled their clan. Before she retired, she bound her two favorite companions, who had ruined the harmony she had been offered, in an eternal bond. At the end of their mortal lives, with their hatred still intact, the goddess wished that they would one day restore peace with their own hands, beg her forgiveness and return to live at her side. Then, as a final blessing, she granted their souls the possibility of reincarnation.
Tales and Legends of the Human and Therianthrope peoples
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