The nation of the beasts. It used to be one of nobility and strength. Until one foolish King came and in all his glory he forgot the one thing that makes a good King apart from a bad one. He forgot Humility. For he was all powerful of the lands he now ruled and he ruled justly in the beginning. He was loved by the people. But wars broke out over his ruling and he became a Tyrant. A witch came to his aid at some point between all the fighting and he looked down at her from his throne and laughed. "A witch help me? I am all powerful, no monster can help me. I'll kill the monsters." And as he laughed the witch became in raged. For no one made a fool of her. So she chanted her curse to him. Chanted for his doom and until one of his kin became an honorable man no man or woman of his court would live a life of peace. For them be become beasts as the moon ruled them to. And as the King had the witched burned at the stake he didn't know the gravity of his mistakes until the first full moon had past and he became a werewolf. He howled to the moon that night in complete horror at what he had become. Yet, he could feel all his people shift along his side and all were not only wolves but his wife was a leapord.
As months past the people learned to control their shifting but when the full moon arrived there would be no in between. No wolf men walking half man half beast, or half anything. They would become their animal and until the moon went down and the rays of sun made the curse become dormat then they would find themselves laying in between all the gore of the night before.
That was ages past, his son took over. A great man of a bear. He ruled as well as his father had. A tyrant of out most proportions, but as the months past, then a decade and then another they learned that they aged a lot slower. If they only shifted and killed flocks of sheep or any kind of life stock then they would be okay. So, they all adapted even though the curse could be broken, the damage had been done. Humans from the other nation unknowing of the curse and came to visit would be attacked and would become a beast as well but they were different. The could control their shift. They felt the pull of the moon but not as strong as the original nations people. But if the curse was ever broken, the ones that had been turned into beasts from a bite of a scratch would never lose the beast. For to live without the beast was to live no more. f
