Good background, Alpha.....
Here's some "local" stuff.
WHO’S THAT HOWLING OUT IN THOSE WOODS?
"Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms.
And the autumn moon is bright."
“CHERE! AIN’T NAUGHT BUT DE
Louisiana LOUP GAROU!!”
DEEP IN THE DARK OF THE LOUISIANA SWAMPS LURKS A CREATURE FEARED FOR GENERATIONS BY CAJUNS, INDIANS AND GYPSIES ALIKE.
THE TALES ARE MANY AND THE SIGHTINGS RARE BUT THE FACT REMAINS:
THERE’S SOMETHING OUT THERE, CHERE, AND IT AIN’T NO RELATIVE OF YOURS OR MINE!
Everybody knows somebody who knows somebody who knows for a fact that the dark and noisome swamps of South Louisiana are actually the kingdom of a fierce and horrible creature that has haunted the fitful dreams and waking moments of many Louisiana natives. This creature, “a human form in half-shredded clothing, with a snarling half-animal face” dominated by a slathering, drooling mouth full of razor sharp teeth and leering yellow eyes (a skinwalker, werewolf) holds command over the other creatures of the bayous and swamps of southern Louisiana; even the fearsome alligator gives this monster his due.
Prowling and splashing through the murky backwaters and feeding on hapless victims – animal or human – among the knotty cypress knees at the slippery water’s edge, this monster is called by many names, but most still speak it in a half-whisper, for this is the LOUP GAROU!
Actual accounts and folk stories give this creature other names – rugarou among the Atchafalaya gypsies and swampers, wendigo or sasquatch among Louisiana’s many Native American tribes. But no matter what it’s called, the legend of this King of the Swamps has endured through many generations, and with it the tales that many believe prove the Loup Garou really exists.