Template:Marlon/Litany

Every wolf grows up learning the Litany:

Garou shall not mate with Garou: Yeah, whatever. Up until now, didn't really matter.

Combat the Wyrm wherever it dwells and whenever it breeds: Sure why not. Then, beer.

Respect the territory of another: You got turf, we got turf. Turf is turf, but stuff is stuff!

Accept an honorable surrender: Sure, as if someone's going to surrender to a 'Gnawer. If someone sucks that badly that I whup him? He's gonna hear about it forever.

Submission to those of higher station: Yeah, yeah.. it's all a show to make 'em feel special. But for 'Gnawer Elders? Be respectful.

The first share of the kill for the greatest in station: Hey, if they want the first slice of week old pizza or whatever I find in the back of a bagel shop, sure. But it's a pretty poor predator that can't find their own food. Seriously.

Ye shall not eat the flesh of humans: Long time ago, we made that rule. Ban of Man.

Respect for those beneath ye, All are of Gaia: What? Who's beneath me? Where?

The Veil shall not be lifted: Last thing we need is Abbott and Costello looking for 'Wolfmen'.

Do not suffer thy people to tend thy sickness: Screw that. We need our elders.

The leader may be challenged during peace: If they suck, they suck and get rid of 'em.

The leader may not be challenged during wartime: Why would you want to be a leader anyway? Power trips don't belong.

Ye shall take no action that causes a Caern to be violated: Duh.