The Serpent's Howl

The Orgins:
Long ago, in the twilight of the world, the great serpent Jörmungandr—a creature born to challenge the gods—found itself restless. After the endless war between gods and giants had subsided, Jörmungandr's mighty coils that once circled Midgard fell still. The world was changing, the realms growing quieter with time, but Jörmungandr could not be confined to the shadows of history.

In a moment of profound transformation, the serpent shed its form and took on the shape of something new—something closer to the beasts of the land it once held dominion over. Rising from the depths of the oceans, Jörmungandr reemerged as an enormous wolf. Its fur shimmered with scales like the sea itself, and its eyes glowed like the stars. A creature of both the wild and the primordial, it called upon the ancient forces of nature and began gathering followers. The wolves, once solitary and scattered, were drawn to the power emanating from this new leader.

The Packs Formation::
Jörmungandr, in his wolf form, could command the wild creatures of the earth, but it was not domination that he sought. Instead, he wanted to unite them under a banner of strength, wisdom, and survival. His presence began to inspire awe in the hearts of wolves across the land, and they started to gather at his side.

His pack, known as The Serpents Howl, grew as Jörmungandr's influence spread. These wolves were not like others—they were larger, faster, and more intelligent. Each member was a reflection of the serpent's will, each bound by an ancient understanding of the earth's rhythm and the cycle of life and death. They carried an air of mystery and power, and their howls echoed like the rumblings of distant thunder.

In Jörmungandr's Absence
Hel, the daughter of Loki and ruler of the realm of the dead, was a being of incomparable strength and cold wisdom. Though her presence often remained shrouded in the shadows of her father's infamous deeds, Hel was far more than a mere reflection of her lineage. She was a force in her own right, both feared and revered across the realms.

When Jörmungandr, in his wolf form, took to wandering the world, leaving the Serpent's Howl to grow in power and influence, Hel knew that it was time for her to take up the mantle. She had long watched over the dead, standing as the final gatekeeper to the underworld, but her power extended far beyond the land of shadows. With her brother on his journeys, Hel stepped forward to become the undisputed leader of the Serpent's Howl, bringing an unyielding order to the pack that mirrored her dominion over life and death.
Where Jörmungandr was wild, a creature of primal force and mystery, Hel was precise, calculating, and coldly efficient. She understood the cycles of life better than anyone—how every life must eventually succumb to death, how every wound must eventually heal, how every leader must step aside for the next to rise. Her eyes, which reflected the eternal dark of her realm, bore an unnerving calm. She ruled over the wolves with an iron will, though her reign was not without respect. She never demanded loyalty through fear alone; rather, her leadership came through an understanding of the world's inevitable balance—one that all her wolves, even Jörmungandr's transformed pack, could feel deep in their bones.

The wolves under her care were as powerful as those under her brother's rule, but they were more disciplined, more structured, and their howls took on a deeper, more sorrowful note. They knew that Hel's presence was a reminder of their own mortality, and her teachings often focused on the balance between the hunter and the hunted, the living and the dead. Her words were those of both a queen and a matron—stern, but filled with a wisdom earned through centuries of observing the world's most primal forces.

The Serpent's Howl in Her Time:
Under Hel's reign, the Serpent's Howl flourished with an eerie quiet strength. There was an unmistakable sense of unity and purpose among the wolves—both those who respected her for her wisdom and those who feared her for her unflinching resolve. Hel cultivated an understanding within the pack that death, like change, was an inevitable part of the natural order. As a result, the wolves under her leadership were often less prone to impulsive actions, more adept at playing the long game. Their hunting strategies became legendary, not for their swiftness but for their meticulous planning and execution.
But Hel was not without her challenges. Some of the wolves, especially those drawn to the power and mystique of Jörmungandr, found her more rigid rule stifling. They yearned for the freedom of the wild, for the unpredictability of the earth, the sea, and the sky. But Hel remained unfazed. She knew that while the wilderness could give rise to chaos, it was order—control over both life and death—that would grant the wolves lasting strength. To her, every member of the pack had their place, and it was her sacred duty to guide them towards their destinies, whether it was in battle, in the hunt, or in their final rest.

As Jörmungandr would eventually return, his travels leading him to places unknown and mystical, Hel would remain in her shadowy realm, quietly ensuring that the pack did not falter in his absence. Her reign, though temporary, was a vital one—one that kept the Serpent's Howl strong, unified, and aware of their true nature as creatures that were born of both chaos and balance.

Pack Moto:
"From the serpent's coil, we rise; through chaos, we shall grow."

Hel's Commandment for the Pack:
"Life is but a fleeting shadow, and death, the eternal companion. Let us walk the path between them as one, for it is through the acceptance of both that true strength is born."