Stephens Story

Running down the trail Stephen felt the sweat of his brow fall to the ground, his shirt soaked with blood and matted fur. He turned the corner to find a cave entrance, and a man.

"What is your name?" The stranger asked, blocking Stephen from entering the cave.
"Whats going on? I need help!" Stephen spoke speedily.
"What happened?" The man interrupted.
"Last night I passed out... well I guess it was a bit before that. I started drinking and got relatively smashed. At the time my friends Karen and Michel were acting up and started having a fight. I walked in to see what was going on... and passed out."

Stephen recollected looking at the man in front of him with some curious regard. He and his garb looked Asian, he was draped in what looked like priests clothing and had two swords at his belt.

"When I woke up I was covered in blood and had fur matted to my skin, my shirt was torn and my friends were nowhere to be seen. I ran for fear and that brings me here." At this the man took Stephen by the arm and brought him inside. The entrance was crowded with people.

"Who is this?" A woman asked looking at Stephen in his tattered clothes and ragged appearance.
"A new cub." The man told the woman. Leaving out the door he had just entered.
"Another one?" The woman muttered, she was dark skinned and her garb was fit for a priestess.

Just then a man in a Russian trench coat entered the cave accompanied by the man in priests clothing. Everyone stopped and bowed, Stephen sat down and watched the procession. The Russian
was taken into the next catacomb and Stephen got up to gather more information.

"Stop! Your filthy!" A strong broad Scottish man stopped him from entering the next room.
"Just cleanse him." The man spoke in a growling demanding tone.
"A cub? I'm not an animal!" Stephen spoke but shut up instantly and looked at his clothes.
What if... no

outside he was asked to stand a ways away from the enterance and wait to be cleansed. The woman raised her hands, and suddenly a slight drizzle of water was poured down upon his skin. He started scrubbing off the blood and hair matted to his clothes. The Scotsman stepped in and cast another spell, causing the water to downpour.

"You clean?" The Scotsman asked rhetorically.
"Who are you people" Stephen spoke but got no answer.

Inside he found the enterance even more packed with people, he waited for someone to notice him. Soon the man in priests garbs showed up again.

"Who are you?" Stephen asked the man.
"My name is Kensai, I am the pack protector." Kensai stated walking towards another man.
"This is the new cub."

Kensai gave Stephen to the new man, this one was dressed in green and looked rather less regal than the others Stephen had talked with. The man analyzed Stephen and said to follow him. They walked through the passageway and into a grand hall. A huge cave of mammoth
proportions. The hall had been packed, this room was crushing with twice as many people. They were of all different types, creeds, races, sexes, and some even looked to be mixed bags of all of it. Stephen looked around and noticed something that made him stop in his footsteps, there were not just humans here, there were wolves, in multitudes of sizes, what looked like cave men, and Werewolves.

"Oh f**k, thank god. I must still be dreaming, that would explain the rain." Stephen thought following the man in green.

Stephen followed him out the other side of the cave, into a smaller canal of passages. Into a cave that was filled with boxes and furniture.

"Sit I have much to tell you. My name is Gregory" The man said, in a polite suggestive manner.

Stephen sat and listened to a story of what had most likely happened to him his friends and why he was covered in fur. It had already been a long day, and he could still tell it was merely dawn. There was a noise at the catacomb door.

"Hey Greag how's it going? Oh a new cub great!" Gregory welcomed him into the room and continued on.

"So we are connected to Gaia. More so than humans, for we are wolf kin, Werewolf, Garou."

At this Stephen stood back and realized something important, something odd, something dire, and he only hoped he was dreaming.