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Si vous parlez français, n'ésitez pas a m'adresser dans cette langue, qui est la miène.

Don't worry if you can't read the preceding sentence, I will write my journal in both french and english (most of the time). ;)
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Nom original complet: Growl-at-the-wind <- Veut dire "Grogne-au-vent"
Race: Werewolf(brun) / Werepanther(noir)

Mon côté loup est un artiste. C'est le côté de ma personnalité qui est émotive et créative. Tout brun, plus foncé aux sourcils et a la queue. Fourure longue et brun foncée de la nuque aux épaules au torse et jusqu'au bas ventre.
Mon côté panthère fait du taekwondo (ceinture rouge barre noire). Il représente mon côté rationnel, réfléchit et sage. Tout noir. Un costume de mascotte est en création.
Le signe distinctif commun à mes deux personnages sont des sourcils toufus et hirsutes.

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Full original name: Growl-at-the-wind
Race: Werewolf(brown) / Werepanther(black)

My werewolf side is an artist. The personification of my emotional and creative personality. Brown fur, darker and longer from shoulders and back of neck and chest to lower abdomen. Dark brown tail and eyebrows. My werepanther side does taekwondo (red belt black stripe). He is the rational and wiser side of me. Black all over. Fursuit in the making.

A little story I created about the werewolf side of Growl-at-the-wind. To explain his background. I know there is alot of mistakes in the writing, I will correct them sometime in the future.

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Shut your yap cub! Stop laughing and teasing for a second and maybe I’ll tell you a story… I know you like stories. The Galiards of the Sept told me your always nagging them for one.

Now, that’s better. Come closer, and sit on that tree stump.

You’re still young and the word “Respect” doesn’t have lots of meaning for you yet. I do understand that my name sounds funny and useless. That is why you’re teasing me and that’s why I haven eaten you yet *showing big pointy fangs*.

I’m going to tell you about why the name Growl-at-the-wind was given to me. And maybe, after the story, if you listened quietly and show me the respect I deserve, I won’t rend you limb from limb! *Snarl !*


I was much younger than you when I manifested my Garou heritage. I was in a pack of 11 adult wolves with a brother and sister from the same litter. We lived on a territory very far from here, to the East. Passed the great mountains and on the other side of the Caribou rutting grounds is were you’d get the sent of my old pack.

Like I said I was very young, a full passing of seasons at most.
There was a watcher spirit following our pack. It was sent to see if one of my father’s offspring’s would have the blessings of mother Gaia and sister Luna. When the spirit saw that I was already showing sings of being a Garou… I’m precautious, what can I say? … It departed in a hurry for the Sept to inform my father and the elders of the news.

Alas this watcher spirit was a wind spirit and this one couldn’t keep the news to it self. On it went, blowing the words of my heritage over every tree, down every valley and on every mountain sides on its way to the Sept without a hint of common sense.

Those words it carried eventually passed over a dark swamp that was corrupted long ago when humans lived in that region looking for what I call “rock blood”.

The oily black liquid is prized by the humans and they will kill and destroy for it.

The humans corrupted the swamp and in its turn, it corrupted the wind watcher spirit.
The spirit now had a new master. The WYRM *said in a low rumbling voice*. Now it wanted to do its master’s bidding to corrupt and destroy Gaia and what better way to begin than to kill ME a new Garou!

So, it came back to me. But not right away, no, for it’s corruption had granted it a new power, the power to get living things to get sick and die. On its way, it stopped here and there to kill and corrupt has it got pleasure doing the Wyrms work. It wasn’t in any hurry because it knew I would still be there when it finally arrived and it was going to make it last.


We just finished eating; the adults were getting sleepy and laid around in the shade. My siblings and I were playing around the bushes our bellies full with no cares in the world.
We were so engaged in our play fighting that I hadn’t notice we’d wandered behind a giant fallen tree and were now out of sight of our pack and parents. It wouldn’t have made any difference anyway…

We froze all at once when we heard one of the adult howl in pain. We then rushed as fast as we could to see what was happening. A few strides were all it took to get us back to the pack and we froze again.

All the adults were whining in agony rolling from side to side on their backs. All of them had vomited there previous meals and some were still at it. It was horrible. Then I felt a strong wind blow in my face. I immediately felt sick, but managed to keep my meal down my through. It was not as so for my siblings that emptied their stomachs before collapsing on the ground.

I alone stood there not understanding what was happening. Then, another gust of wind hit me with double the strength of the first time. I was pushed back tree steps by the force of the wind and this time I couldn’t keep myself from emptying my stomach. In that second, I knew by instinct there was something wrong in the wind. So, I did the only thing I could do to the wind, growl and bark at it.

A few moments later all my kins were unconscious. I tried to wake them up but my barks and owls were silenced by the wind. It was all that I could do to stand and keep my eyes open, the wind outside pounding on my body and the sickness inside me were eating my life away and there was noting I could do but growl at the wind.

You know, I never once thought about running away even once, I was going to stay with my pack no matter what.


I stayed there on that spot, my little claws burrowed in the ground for the rest of the day.

At some point during the night, my paws failed from exhaustions and I fell to the ground. Try as I might, I couldn’t get back up. It was useless; I didn’t have any strength left. An empty stomach, no sleep and an unknown sickness can really take its toll, even on a Garou.

So I was there in the dirt and filth, still growling at the wind, when it suddenly stopped. The wind had stopped blowing in my face and screaming in my ears. I couldn’t open my eyes because they were hurting to much. I couldn’t smell anything because my nose had bled and there was dirt in it. All I did feel is a soothing and comforting thong that began liking my muzzle. That is when I stopped growling.
I didn’t know what was going on but I felt better and in relative safety. Even when I felt some strange paws picking me up (I’ve never been taken in anyone’s arms before.), I didn’t feel threatened.

The Garou that had me in his arms was in fact my father Ambush-the-banes the trickster and he was examining me in the light of the sun that got through the tree tops. As he turned around I felt a breeze in my face and began to growl again. My father turned to his pack mates who were tending to the dying wolves and showed them my reaction by getting me in and out of the wind so I would growl, stop growling and growl again. He named me Growl-at-the-wind.

Of course, the name wasn’t used until my rite of passage, but it stuck because my rite was to track down that same spirit that was scared away in the umbra when my father’s pack got to me and destroy it. Witch I did.

You must wonder how my father was able to get to me in time, before I succumbed to the sickness like the rest of my kin. Well, lets just say that the same foolishness that got the wind watcher spirit get caught by the Wyrm, attracted the same interest of another spirit. A spirit allied to this Sept.

Now, you know my story and I can see in your eyes you understand my name and won’t make fun of it anymore. You learn fast I like that, its reason enough not to make a necklace out of your guts.

Go now! I must prepare for the next hunt.



Story and text © Windgrowler
Werewolf the Apocalypse universe © WhiteWolf Publishing
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