The Wolves of Agartha

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TRANSMIT - initiate Ragnarök protocols - RECEIVE - initiate the lupus lexicon - AHOOOOOOOOOOO – can you hear them? - WITNESS – the wolves of Agartha.
He is the seed of Lokie, Angrboða brought him in to this world and one day he will devour it, Fenrir father of all wolves, we were their when the gods bound him with Gleipnir and we were their when he sired his brood. Those who survived the third age would pass down tales of Fenrir and his sons Sköll and Hati, but they are not his only son’s sweetling, merely the best known.
What is time to us? We stand outside. We are here now and we are in the third age. In the forests of the land you will one day call North America, we see the devourer of the world mount a wolf before being taken to Æsir. She is the last to bare his children and only her children will survive the third age.
We were there for their birth sweetling, the song hidden in their fathers DNA called us there. It was an unusual birth, the runt of the litter was born first, his stronger brothers and sisters followed. Have you heard this story before sweetling? No, only part of this story, you know the boys story but what of his dog?
It is a cliché among wolves sweetling, the runt of the litter grows to be the largest. He is but a shadow of his father but that is more than enough to lead a pack of mortal wolves. For years he stalks the forest taking pray, both mundane and exotic and for time life is good, but it will not last, it never lasts.
A crack in the world, the zero point pathogen seeps through. It crawls along the branches of the world tree and makes its way into your world. Initiate diagnostic protocols. Alert the immaculate machine. Initiate distress beacon, it poisons the forest, things that were asleep now awaken, the Ak’ab.
There is suddenly less pray in the forest sweetling and what little there is tastes fowl. His hunts become less successful with every passing day but he soon learns why. The Ak’ab gorge their young with stolen pray, this cannot be over looked,  growling and screeching ring out through the woods as two beast from different ages battle for the same spot in space and time. The immaculate machine watches and whispers to us, “you know what must be done,” the Zero point pathogen, the Ak’ab they are invasive species in the cosmic ecosystem, balance must be restored, an apex predator must be added. We fill the wolf’s brain pan with anima, we give him the strength to cull the darkness, and he is now our puppy, a wolf of Agartha.
His mind is expanded by anima, he can now see the world as we do, yet he is still made of meat and thus clumsy in higher dimensional space. But he adapts sweetling, he soon learns to hunt using the short cuts in space, the darkness is driven south, the crack is repaired and the Ak’ab slumber again. Time passes, the third age comes to an end, the cities of your kind fall and the world begins a new, the wolf of Agartha endears, a silent shadow stalking remnants of other ages.
The survivors of the third age follow the mammoth across the ice, those who can hear us soon meet our puppy. At first they fear him, but they soon learn he has no taste for your simian flesh. They watch him hunt, they learn from him, he becomes revered among the survivors, sacred even, we feed him our wisdom and he passes it down to those who listen. In their now forgotten language they name him Mai Tuk “the White Fang.”
What is time to us? We stand outside. We move forward, the third age is forgotten, most of your kind are now deaf to us, fewer and fewer can hear the wisdom of our lupus ambassador. Not all is lost sweetling, sailors come from the east and they teach others how to speak with Mia Tuk and then leave, our puppy meets the dragon and new patterns form in temporal space. Temporal waves wash away Mai Tuks followers, the pattern culminates with arrival of the god slayer at Wounded Knee and the death of a shaman named Smiling Crow, but you know that don’t you sweetling.
We see these events as they happen and see the events 124 years in the future. Sweetlings have come to drive the god slayer and his disciples from Tokyo, every shot fired and every blow struck reverberates across higher dimensional space. A daughter of the darkness is driven into a corner, Yui-ta-bakra will not go quietly. She draws anti anima from the spaces between worlds, she intends to end the forth age.
But the world does not end this way sweetling, it ends when Fenrir is freed, Mai Tuk will not allow it to end before he has his vengeance. He calls to us sweetling with a howl that shakes the manifold of n-dimensional space and we answer with anima, we weave it into his DNA, he becomes a living weapon. Anima and anti-anima annihilate on contact, information consumed by Yui-ta-bakra is freed the result, the children of Mai Tuk.
Nameless quantum states scattering in all directions, becoming entangled with stronger local systems. A necessity, they are not yet strong enough to survive on this plane of reality, they must suckle at the teat of the machine goddess before they can fulfill their purpose. The first signal has revealed herself to her host, the black signal has noticed her and it now searches for her siblings, how many more could there be?