The Echoing Whispers | Pack Lore Thread

Hey all! This thread is more or less a collection of a bunch of my pack’s lore and stories. Some it may be about their religion/tradition/beliefs/folklore, some of it may be about their history. Basically, each one is told from with one of my “Story Tellers” (in lore title for some pupsitters) as the narrator.. Some posts may have more than one story, and the idea is more or less each post is the story or stories told in a night or a single gathering of the pack. Overtime, different wolves will be the narrators, sort of showing off a bit of the pack’s history in that respect too. You’re more than welcome to make replies to this thread, as I’ll keep at the bottom of this post a table of contents for each actual story entry. I may make another thread in the future for a more informative and simplified version of the lore, which if I do, I'll link somewhere here.
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As you approach a strange, yet welcoming pack gathered around in a mostly-circle, you are greeted by one of them. “Welcome stranger. If you mean no harm, you will not be harmed, but if not, then I ask you to leave before you regret coming here.” Their face and stance relays caution, yet something akin to friendliness is also there. After explaining you mean no harm, their expression quickly changes to excitement. “Good, then you are just in time! Tonight, just as every night, our Story Tellers will tell us all a tale, be it of the gods, of spirits, lessons to learn, or ages passed. Take what you will of these tales, but there is a saying spoken by one of our gods, ‘Remember the past, for the future is written upon its bones.’  To us, these stories are our history, on which our lives and our beliefs as we know them were built on, and it is important that we remember and teach these to all our pack, or any who wish to learn. And if nothing else, you may find a lesson or amusement in them, and no one here wishes to force these beliefs upon anyone, but perhaps you will understand us more if you have the patience to listen to such tales.”

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Table of Contents
The links are labelled as “Narrator: Title”. If the post as more than one story, they are separated like this “Story One| Story Two|...”
Post 1- 'Kelo: Origins of Creation| Aephier: The Sea of Stars
Post 2-'Kero: How the Winter's Herald Came to Be

Origins of Creation

Utura thought long and hard about what she could do. She saw Xeto’s forms and was tempted to make such for herself, but she was not a selfish being and could not do something that was solely for herself. She kept thinking about Xeto’s forms however, and they gave her the inspiration she needed. Utura found a large rock, still, colorless, and unmoving, but she would paint it soon with much color and life. She showed Xeto this rock and told him she would make this rock into a world where creatures like those of his forms could exist and thrive. She then made her three children, Reia, Tavero, and Dara, who would guide mortals into life, through life, and leaving it. And then she set about doing just as she said. When the world was made perfect for mortal life to thrive, she put herself into the rock, and it became her home, she the living will of creation itself.

Xeto saw the home Utura had made for herself and mortal beings and he saw it fit to make such for himself and the gods and their servants. It would be called Moaehetur, or the “Dark Realm”, for it was not made with Utura’s light, but it was not a place of darkness. Rather, it was a place of divine beauty and perfection. It was a mirror of the mortal world, but it was not an exact copy. It was made to be what this the living world would have been if mortals had never strayed from the right path.

The Sea of Stars

“I, Aephier, son of Tah’Dajo and the demon Xuna, though I am no Story Teller, feel compelled to finish young ‘Kelo’s story, for this was not the end of how the gods created worlds,” the male speaks. “I will tell you all the tale that inspired me in my youth to reach for higher purpose, to be more than just what my parents would make me to be, to not be a pawn to their plans, but to dream and aspire to be something for myself and for all the world.”
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Xeto gave dominion of the day to his daughter with the sun goddess so she could call forth her mother’s light to the mortal world, and to his son whose mother was the moon goddess he gave the night, as to give relief from sun’s warmth. His son Ni’Sydro became a protector of mortals, living among them and growing to love them. Ni’Sydro’s realm among the gods was a vast sea that reflected the night sky, but it was not the sky we see now. It was dark and quiet. Ni’Sydro, as he lived among mortals, could often hear the mutterings of them, their doubts and their worries. Some feared death, for they could not know what lied beyond the grave, if anything. Ni’Sydro pitied these mortals who feared death, for he knew that great joy could be found among the spirits of the dead. He soon found, however, that the dead too had their worries. They worried for their living kin, for they could not see what became of them since they left. He sought to ease the worries of the living, and moreover to give the dead also a means to watch over the living.

Ni’Sydro went to Dara and Kel’Tahera with the concerns of the living and the dead and his desire to ease these. Kel’Tahera told him every mortal soul had within it a light, a light that could shrine in the darkest of places. Together, Ni’Sydro and Dara formed a plan with this knowledge. The sea of Ni’Sydro’s realm soon became a window into the realm of the dead, and this window would become the night sky itself. Every soul that is born has the potential to become one of the bright lights that now fill Ni’Sydro’s sea.
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As Aephier finishes his story, he looks up to the sky and the stars above. “We all, mortals and gods alike, may have doubts about ourselves, or the future, or our past, and while we should look to the Stars for guidance, we must also remember that one day we could be those great lights, shining down and guiding the generations to come. As one of my brothers once said, ‘A light fades, a star dying before it is born, when you look up to those bright beacons and envy what they have without considering your worth.’ A star not yet born dies every time we think of ourselves as not enough or worthless, and this fading of the light I challenge you my pack to fight with every ounce of strength you have. No one is without the right to look upon themselves and judge their own worth. In the end, it is this which we will be remembered most, and those bright beacons above us are our calling to live by it, for they found peace in death because they found peace in who they were.”

With this, Aephier lets out a long howl to the stars above him. The others join in quickly. When it is over, Aephier and Mar’Saryah, the pack’s leader, dismiss the nightly gathering.

How the Winter’s Herald Came to Be