Long ago, in an ancient time, man sought to better himself. He could not figure out how. He tried wealth and was happy for a while. He tried power, but eventually that too bored him. He tried control, and found he loved it. He tried to control the packs of the world, and in turn was wiped out by them. His dieing words were laughter, laughter that he still held controll over the packs even in death. He'd altered them, and the alterations had consequences that lasted generations. Eventually the story was altered itself to be a tale of a curse, and now those who still bare the alterations of man, are starting to dwindle, the packs of old are gone. Only a few remain that bare the alterations of man, and those that do remain are proud of what they are. They are fading out of existence one by one, and one day they will cease to be entirely, and their tale too will be altered to a tale of monster.
For now, this is their time. A time dwindling. This is the Time, of An almost lost Tale.
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