Lycans of Lowki Comics — Lore Primer

Origins

Lycans are not born of curses or accidents. They are a predatory bloodline, created when the first wolves drank down the moon’s fire to defy dragonkind. In those ancient nights, dragons ruled as gods, and no mortal dared to stand against them. But the wolves did.

Together they learned to hunt in silence, to harry wings and tear at throats, to bring down prey far larger than themselves. From this pact with the moon came transformation: a bloodline bound to fang, claw, and pack. Where vampires surrendered to dragon ichor, the Lycans chose a different path — loyalty only to their own kind and the hunt. Their blood still remembers this purpose.

Transformation

The change is not a single shape but a spectrum:

  • Partial Form: A Lycan can manifest claws, fangs, and glowing eyes while remaining largely human. These shifts allow control and intimidation without full transformation.

  • Half-Form: Muscle swells, the jaw lengthens, and the body grows inhumanly powerful. This is the most common state in battle, where instinct and reason still share balance.

  • True Beast: A towering wolf-humanoid hybrid, furred and immense, built to rend giants and dragons. In this form, Lycans are hunting storms — but reason is often drowned in the tide of instinct.

Triggers of the Change:

  • Rage, hunger, and moonlight can all spark transformation.

  • The scent of dragonblood or Sovereign presence overwhelms even seasoned Lycans.

  • Strong emotion — grief, loyalty, love, fury — shapes how controlled the change will be.

Eye Hierarchy

The glow of a Lycan’s eyes reveals their path and nature:

  • Gold: The mark of the untainted bloodline. True children of the moon, untouched by corruption.

  • Blue: Burn with the stain of unjust killing. This glow marks a spirit forever changed by needless bloodshed.

  • Red: Carried only by Alphas. The eyes of command, burning with dominance and authority. A red gaze can cow or drive a pack.

  • Silver: The rarest of all — descendants of the “Dragonbanes,” those who once feasted on dragon blood in the ancient hunts. Their light is sharp as moonfire, and their bite scars even Sovereign flesh.

Strengths

  • Pack Resonance: When Lycans hunt together, their blood sings as one. Power multiplies with every voice added to the chorus of the hunt.

  • Predator’s Instinct: Their senses pierce shadows and lies. They taste fear, track bloodlines, and hear the rhythm of a heartbeat like a drum of prey.

  • Regeneration: Wounds knit in moments, bones fuse, flesh seals. Only dragonfire and silver leave scars.

  • Dragonbane Fangs: Their bite tears scales, their claws rip through enchanted flesh. Even Sovereigns once bled beneath their packs.

  • Lunar Surge: Under the moon, strength and speed double. Packs hunting beneath a full moon move like living storms.

Weaknesses

  • Silver: Pure silver burns through their veins, unraveling regeneration and silencing the resonance of the pack.

  • Isolation: Alone, a Lycan frays. Their mind weakens without the chorus of the pack, sliding into paranoia or feral madness.

  • Blood Rage: The moon calls not only power but hunger. Without discipline, a Lycan can lose themselves entirely to instinct.

  • Dragonfire: The breath of dragons leaves wounds that no moonlight can mend.

Culture

  • Pack Law: No wolf stands above the pack. Betrayal is the blackest crime, punished by death or exile.

  • The Hunt Rite: Youth must prove themselves by felling prey larger than themselves. In the old age this meant dragons; in the new age, Broodspawn, Vampires, or even mechs.

  • Alpha’s Challenge: To take command, a wolf must challenge their Alpha beneath the moon. Victory grants red eyes — failure, death.

  • The Lone Wolf: Exiles are pitied, feared, and despised. Without a pack, the mind corrodes. Most lone wolves do not live long before madness or blood rage consumes them.

Mythic Role in History

Before humans learned wizardry, before Saint Estes raised his ring, it was the wolves who first hunted dragons. Packs tore wings from the sky, leaving Sovereigns limping and scarred.

During the Dragon Wars, some packs fought beside Estes, honoring his courage. Others scorned him, believing mortals too frail to share in the hunt. This fracture left an enduring rift between Lycans and humanity.

Vampires, servants of the scaled, call them The Howling Death — a reminder that the only predator they truly fear is a pack of moonlit wolves.

Origins
In the Old Time, before Saint Estes rose, wolves were the only mortals who dared stalk dragons. Not as individuals — for even the mightiest wolf would be crushed — but in packs. They learned that unity, speed, and hunger could bring even a Sovereign to bleed. Legends whisper of nights when entire dragon broods fled, harried by a single pack of Moonfangs.