Thursday, September 30, 2010

=THE DREAR AND SAVAGE WOODS=

UPON THE JOURNEY OF OUR LIFE MIDWAY
I CAME UNTO MYSELF IN A DARK WOOD,
FOR FROM THE STRAIGHT PATH I HAD GONE ASTRAY.
AH, HOW IS HARD THE TELLING WHAT A DREAR
AND SAVAGE AND ENTANGLED WOOD IT WAS,
THAT IN THE VERY THOUGHT RENEWS THE FEAR!
SO BITTER IS IT DEATH IS LITTLE MORE.
- Dante, In His Divine Comedy

=BETTER TO DIE AS WOLF, THAN LIVE AS DOG=

=StayWolf=

=RISE UP, WARRIORS=

=StayWolf=

=THE END IS ETERNAL=

=StayWolf=

Saturday, September 25, 2010

=Norseman Werewolf Myth=


The Werewolves

Sigmund now began patiently to teach Sinfiotli all [260]that a warrior of the North should know, and the two soon became inseparable companions. One day while ranging the forest together they came to a hut, where they found two men sound asleep. Near by hung two wolf-skins, which suggested immediately that the strangers were werewolves, whom a cruel spell prevented from bearing their natural form save for a short space at a time. Prompted by curiosity, Sigmund and Sinfiotli donned the wolf-skins, and they were soon, in the guise of wolves, rushing through the forest, slaying and devouring all that came in their way.

Such were their wolfish passions that soon they attacked each other, and after a fierce struggle Sinfiotli, the younger and weaker, fell dead. This catastrophe brought Sigmund to his senses, and he hung over his murdered companion in despair. While thus engaged he saw two weasels come out of the forest and attack each other fiercely until one lay dead. The victor then sprang into the thicket, to return with a leaf, which it laid upon its companion’s breast. Then was seen a marvellous thing, for at the touch of the magic herb the dead beast came back to life. A moment later a raven flying overhead dropped a similar leaf at Sigmund’s feet, and he, understanding that the gods wished to help him, laid it upon Sinfiotli, who was at once restored to life.

In dire fear lest they might work each other further mischief, Sigmund and Sinfiotli now crept home and patiently waited until the time of their release should come. To their great relief the skins dropped off on the ninth night, and they hastily flung them into the fire, where they were entirely consumed, and the spell was broken for ever...WOLF!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

=THE WELSH WEREWOLF=

Reports throughout the eighteenth century tell of a large wolf, approximately the size of a horse, that created mayhem and carnage in an area of Wales between Wrexham and Denbigh.  It reportedly feasted on livestock, or humans, if the livestock was in low supply.
                                                                       =STAY WOLF=

=GET WELSH=

=STAY WOLF=