User blog:Nuka Kazan/A Fake Wolf: Foreword

Author's Notes
After responding to many "What Do You Do" scenarios, I've been rather interested in writing a compilation of scenarios, in the form of a journal, or a novel format. This has been further motivated by a few members of the community actually responding to my entries with positivity. With this, and a few months of thinking things through, I've decided to try my hand at this set of situations and what will lead to an actual journey. This story will follow my avatar, Nuka, and you shall learn what he's like.

Any and all criticism and commentary about what I write from henceforth is very much appreciated. I hope to entertain you.

Foreward
On a Full Moon, I write...

To whosoever reads this, I would like to take this moment to introduce myself, and the journey I write of.

I am of a breed of Human--a breed I fear all but extinct by now--doing what my breed always did: Wander. We are nomads by nature. Always travelling, always discovering, never settling down. We live by the Spirit of the Wolf. Within our blood is the fury of the great hunter. Though we may not be wolves, we have lived like them for over two centuries, evolving and becoming stronger with each new generation.

We were known by only a few, be they rich, royal, or just unlucky. We were amongst the greatest hunters and mercenaries throughout the ages, or so I've been told.

We called ourselves Black Fang. I am Nu-Ka Ka-Zan, of the Black Fang.

I fear I am the last of my kind.

There is something out there in this world called a "Demon Lord" I believe. And there were once Monsters all around, hunting us. My tribe hunted back to survive. But the times of this type of struggle have ended, according to this rather haughty, hoity-toity Human Order. This "Order of God" something-or-other has claimed that the Demon Lord of old has been replaced, and the new Demon Lord wishes peaceful coexistence between Man and Monster. But now, I see no monsters, or at least not the monsters I expected. They're all female. They don't want to kill and eat us. Instead, they're, well, they're depraved. Twisted into new forms with twisted mindsets, turning their once endless hunger into a rather frightening carnal lust. The Order believes this to be not peace, but corruption, and is preparing for war. I can't say I'm suprised at their reaction; this weirdness may be what took my bretheren from me, both male and female...

The clan I once walked alongside is now no more. My fellow wolves may now all be Monsters, or married to Monsters. I now walk alone.

What I write from here on out will be my experiences outside the world of war and hunting. As a lone wolf, wandering with no home, I must persevere and run on, and I shall document everything I can, in case something were to happen to me. Perhaps this shall shine new light on both Man and Monster as I travel. And you, who would choose to read this and whatever may come, you are more than welcome to walk down this path with me. I can only hope my sanity and resolve stay with me to the end, so that my story does not conclude with a descent into madness.

May the Spirit of the Wolf guide us always.

-Nu-Ka Ka-Zan