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Chapter 1: The Physician

 It was a cold room in the middle of winter. There was a man, but not an everyday man, he was a king, King George II.
 The night was so very cold outside and the snow heavy everywhere. But back to the king in the room, the man
 wasn't feeling too good, he had been ill for the last too weeks, sneezing and coughing all the way. Despite how many
 doctors and specialists came to treat him, his condition would not improve. the King was desperate, hiring healer of all
 kinds no matter the cost... but to no avail, his condition would not improve in the slightest. The king feared his demise
 if nothing were to change in his condition. So he allowed any miracle to be used. But one day, call it a miracle or a mistake,
 something strange did happened, something that doesn't happen anymore, something did change. It happened late in
 the evening of that very same cold winter, a soldier had came with news of an unlicensed healer who volunteered to heal
 the King. The king could of thought of this as his last chance to get better, but he had lost hope of that point, and
 didn't even care to dress in his royal garments before the healer came, and simply looked at the door wondering who
 was going to try and help him now.

The Door opened, the king turning around to see the door, he saw no one, just a hollow at the door of the following cold room.
 There was a halt, as if time had forgotten to keep going, the king just stared in silence, waiting now anxiously to hear any sign
 of somebody in the other side of that open door. The pause was long and the king's patience became absolute fear... Why you
 may ask? Well, simply because what his so called "healer" actually was. Sound came to the door, the slight sound of leather
 moving could be slightly heard as the figure moved into the door, the king thought it could of been death that stepped into his
 room, for his visitor was completely covered in Leather from head to toe, a leather jacket went from his shoulder to his feet,
 buttoned all the way to his neck, very large leather gloves, of which the leather was more thicker and specially made to be
 resistant to blood stains. It had a strange witch like hat on his head also made of leather, but what made the king fear the
 worst was what covered the face. Metal or tin if you prefer, covered his mouth, a sort of  metal canister that was used to filter
any corroded air, the rest of the head was covered int hard leather except for too holes covered in black tainted glass.
The king, for the first time, was truly afraid for his mortality.

 A plague doctor they used to call them. Twenty years ago, when the black plague killed most of the kingdoms population.
 plague doctors were the most severe and extremist healers of that time, developing strange garments to protect themselves from
 their doomed patients. Probably a veteran thought the King, thinking that his illness could be the plague if this individual came
 to see him. The stranger came into the room, illuminated by the dim light of that cloudy snowing evening coming in from the
 great big window in the room with it's curtains open. There was silence in the room, the king stared and so did the visitor,
 but the king could not make out what was it watching, for his eyes were covered in black mirrored lenses. There was a pause,
a very long one by my standards and approached at a very slow passe. The king stared and the figure stopped, waited and
 bowed lowering both arms to his sides, not saying a word. The King did not speak, waiting for the visitor to say something,
 but it did not. The king thought it was a woman at first by looking at how incredibly thin the strangers waist was, but he was
 mentioned as a he when the king was informed about his arrival. He moved towards the king and and sat on the stool next to
 the King's bed and looked upon the king very closely. The king started sweating, afraid to hear he might have the plague at
any moment. But there was no talking, breathing and clothes moving was only heard as he stood to have a closer look at the king
on his bed. The healer stopped when he saw the king's neck. He stared and stood up and sat back down. The king was very
anxious to hear what he had to say, but it did not speak, he reached into his jacket and removed two very small red candy
looking bits and held them in front of the king. The king stared at them confused, and the stranger did a mimic of him swallowing
 the bits and then imitating a person drinking a cup of wine, he did this at the same time he motioned with his arm towards a
 bottle of wine that happened to be next to kings night table. The King stared at him and held his hand up to grab the bits, but as
 soon as he raise his arm, the stranger laid the bits on the table with a quick gesture, but a little too quick, like a bird turning it's
 head. The king very slowly reached for his night table and did as instructed and swallowed the bits with wine. Then, he lowered
 the bottle and continued to look upon the visitor. He leaned very slightly towards the king and gestured his hand as if he were
 to receive something. The king doubted but intermediately understood , the king nodded towards a nearby counter, which had a
 small chest filled with golden and silver coins, which was the fee the king would pay his regular physicians. The stranger stood
 and held as he stared at the chest. Then, without making a sound, gently walked towards it. He stood there and opened it.
 It was a small fortune, enough to bribe a wealthy judge, but the stranger simply reached and as the king watched, removed
 two golden coins and turned to the king and bowed as he did before. The king was struck at the small amount the stranger
took as payment and stared  dumbfound as his visitor left the room without a word, through the dark door frame he came from.
 The room became cold and empty again, except for the deep and ill coughs of the king, who pondered on who or what just
 gave him the most unusual and bizarre of doctors visits.

 He woke and breathed deeply, a everyday thing for a normal man, but for a bed ridden king who had been coughing and
sneezing for weeks, this was outstanding, he felt better, not an ache to be had and his breathing was soft and relaxed.
The king wished to stand and test his body once again, but no matter how good he felt, his disease did leave it's toll, his
body was weak, but the pain was gone. the king just laid there in his bed, happy to believe he had hope now of getting
on his feet again after so long. But in the corner of the king's mind was the ever throbbing question, Who was that
 plague doctor?
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This is the story as to how the Lycan's of the Pobre Pucho series came to be
Hope you like it, It took me a lot thought and investigation to make accurete yet surprising
the idea is that this story can actualy fit in the actual Nordic God stories with actual facts
about what happened between the Gods and their end.
So please read it and tell me what you think
MIND YOU its VERY long, so make sure you have time to read it.


A long time ago, in times ancient to us now, the fates were twisting to create the most evil deed ever assembled in time, forgotten by those free of its pain.

Before the times of history, the Nordic Gods existed in constant pain, due to the fowl efforts of the Ice giants to bring the world to complete and utter Tyranny.

Those who fought the battle where the elder gods of Asgard, noble and proud to forever keeping the world from falling to oblivion.
The most important of these gods was Odin, Thor,  Baldr and Tyr.

But the one to twist the fates of destiny was known as the god of evil, the one so called Loki who thought to bring the world to his idea of perfection, a world of free chaos.

All these gods knew that their pain of this constant confrontation would only come to an end the day the age of the great god's ended, the day known as Ragnarok.
With this notion in mind, the great gods had to fight all kinds of evil brought upon them by Loki. Despite their greatest efforts, Loki was unstoppable and less was their hope of omitting their end was when the oracle foretold that the day of Ragnarok would come to pass the day the god Baldr died.

With this Loki tried his best to destroy the famous Baldr with the most evil magic he then possessed with the plan of bringing Ragnarok  and rule the next age of Gods, but no dark magic of his was enough to defeat the god of gods known as Odin who stopped his efforts of succeeding.
Until one day Loki was finally defeated in a direct confrontation with Odin and was bounded to three boulder, condemned to wait forever the day of Ragnarok.
In this he did something that none of the gods thought possible by the god of evil, his last will before eternity bounded to a rock was to have one last word with his most powerful of sons, known as Fenris .
Fenris was known to be the strongest entity in the existence of the world in physical strength. He was a 15 feet tall wolf who could shape shift at will.

When Fenris came to farewell his father forever, Loki did something none of the gods expected to happen, Loki gave his immortality to Fenris and the enough power to defeat any god in his way! And with that Fenris took the opportunity to free his Father from his bounds. But if one thing Fenris didn't have, that was wisdom. Loki had expected to die as soon as he gave his powers away in that moment by a poison the gods had given him that prevented him from escaping his bounds. But Fenris managed to keep him alive but only mostly and despite Fenris best efforts, he just couldn't cure his father from the poison, since Loki's now relinquished Immortality was the only thing that had kept him alive from the poison before. Despite his best efforts of his dying father pleads to let him die Fenris pride couldn't allow his father to die if there was any hope to save him. In this, the elder gods offered a challenge to Fenris. If he could free himself from three great bounds that the gods would try on him and he succeeded, they would give him the cure to his father's poison, and if he failed they would let him go and he would have to kill his father personally. In this he accepted and in this he was given the chains that would bind the strongest of gods and Giants. He broke them as easily as he would break rotten wood. The god's didn't know what  to do, and in their desperation they bound him with the chains that would even bind the great Thor for eternity. These also failed without exception. With this the gods didn't know what to do, but amidst their fear came a little dwarf with a magical silk ribbon which was said that the more the bounded struggled, the stronger it became, and only those smart enough would only have to figure out how to untie it by hand and not by mere force.

The next day Fenris came to the elder gods and he was shown the magical ribbon, and despite Fenris lack of wisdom, he knew this had to be a trick destined to prevail, and refusing to accept would only have proven him a coward, so in this he knew that if he succeeded the gods would see him rot forever before letting him loose as they promised they would if he failed. He knew then if he failed the gods challenge they would have him prisoner and his father would die eventually without the cure. So he did something unexpected, he said he would try on the ribbon if he had the hand of one of the gods in his mouth, so in case they didn't let him loose, he would eat the hand. Only one of the elder gods was brave enough to comply, the god of justice known as Tyr. And as it was planned, the ribbon worked and in anger Fenris ate Tyr's hand.
With Fenris in custody and Loki in the breach of death, the evil giants and followers of Loki knew that if they didn't act then they would perish, so in one last attempt they managed to murder Baldr with his only weakness, Mistletoe, bringing forward the final battle of Ragnarok.
The battle lasted many days bringing forward the end of the age of the gods and Giants.

Among the wreckage of existence, only three remained, Tyr, Fenris, who was doomed to remain bonded for eternity, since his anger and frustration had made him struggle with the bonds beyond the point of ever being possible to untie forever and the dying Loki.
With this Tyr knew that he had managed to destroy evil and make way for the world of humans, free of the damnation of the evil of Loki.
With this, Tyr went to take the final blow at the dying body of Loki, who he found hidden in a underground cave facing his final moments of life.
But to Tyr's surprise he was not angry at his defeat, he was... laughing. In extreme anger Tyr demanded an explanation. In this Loki explained his master plan he had created from the very beginning, wasting with this his last moments of life.

Loki knew from the very begging he couldn't  win the battle against the gods and that the only way he would of prevailed was to corrupt the new age after Ragnarok, and so, with the most twisted dark magic of the arcane arts, he confounded a spell, that if ever someone sacrificed himself to Fenris in the ways of the flesh, all of his powers would pass on to the sacrificed and he would be slowly corrupted into a vassal of Fenris, with the only purpose of  spreading this curse to others in your path . That's why I told Fenris to do that stupid idea of the hand before accepting your stupid challenge knowing you elder gods would do anything to make him useless. And with these powers I knew that whoever accepted the sacrifice would be able to survive Ragnarok and later against his will, become Fenris vassal for as long as Fenris lives, and pass on this curse to every animal he touches and those to others.

Everything the gods had done was in vain; Tyr would soon become the monster he had sought to destroy for untold Millennia.
And so against his every will, Tyr spread the curse to every animal he saw, and those animals he cursed would also curse others too, every creature to roam the new world to become monsters against their will.

With full awareness of the monster Tyr had become,  Tyr renounced his immortality in his own shame and in one last struggle against his new found beast nature he lounged himself to a cliff into the deeps of the ocean.

What he didn't know was that fate… had given him a second chance.

In the bottom of that cliff lived a group of sea poisonous orchids on which he landed. Miraculously Tyr survived, but not only that, the poison in those orchids had consumed some of the poison in his blood that was Loki's curse. And with this his free will was returned to him. And so, he sought to finish what he had started, finish Loki's evil in the world. With this, he sought for many years around the world, and eventually found Fenris hideout, only to catch the useless bonded monster and lock him up in a cave to starve for eternity, unable to die because of his immortality.
And with this, Tyr knew that he had to kill all those he had transformed and those transformed thereafter to finish with Loki's madness once in for all. But Tyr, as the former god of Justice, knew it wasn't fair to slay those who had no choice but to become monsters. And so with his new discovery of the curse's weakness known as orchid venom, he sought justice by giving his former victims what was only fair to them, a second chance and a free will.


And in the steps of the fallen god of justice, the Lycan community was born.
It all started when I was around 8 when I first invented Toig, a character I invented based on a starcraft character, of course he didnt have a name at the time, but as years and comics passed, Toig got his name and evolved in body type. But to my dismay, around 14 Toig suffered a dramatic
Hiatus... probably for ever :( and since I dedicated myself to random drawing practise and a ocasional comic called 30 things to know about school XD.
I started with the idea of Pobre Pucho roughfly a year ago while on Summer Vacation. What happened was that I was having one of my so called Fire Fits and I started watching a few cartoon webpages to try and distract myself when i stumbled upon a humor webpage, what happened was that webpage, took me two
whole days to finish, and when I did the flare increased in intensity, but I noticed that in the time I was reading it, I had never felt so relieved in my life since the flarings started! As first I didnt understand this marvel, but one day on one of my websurfing evenings I stumbled uppon a page of the dark side of
furrs and as creepy as it sounds a certain character caught my attention...(NOT IN THAT WAY >.<!) and for the fun of it, I drew him with a few changes of my own. As I finished I was facinated by the drawing, so I hanged it on my wall.
After a few days I realized that, everytime I saw that drawing on my wall I felt proud of myself and by miracle if i was having a fit, it instantly seased!. So I decided to give this character a try, and remede some of my old comics with this new character. At first things were going well, but then my family told me that the character wasnt original enough
so I asked what could I do? the answer I got was to give the character meaning and make him more simbolic as a Chilean character... that was my advise, I swear! So I remembered that on a school trip up north, I saw a Culpeo Fox that stole lots of our foo when we were not looking. I remembered that funny fox and had a sparkle! That was It! So I changed the character from the first cat version to a Fox.
And after many, many, many claims, Pucho is how he looks today!
The name was something different, me and my brother (who desised to help) were thinking of possible names for the character, and for an hour why didnt get no where. to that point my brother started muttering random objects just to annoy me, as names for the character, until he said Cigarette... and then I had a flare of inspiration! in Chilean Slag language, Cigarette has the nickname of Pucho! So without a double though, I knew i found the perfect name for my new character!!