Post by Super Vixen on Jun 1, 2008 16:58:52 GMT -5
Name:Faolán
Age:2
Personality:
Faolán(Fwayle-awn), meaning wolf in Gaelic(Irish), is tall and slender in figure. Though, not sure of an exact number, he is taller than the average European wolf. His figure proportioned for fitting into tight spaces in hiding, long distance running, and climbing. The perfect athlete. His pelt is a dark blue-grey outlined in black. Optics are a light grey. Legs are grey to black paws.
History:
Faolán was born in the Irish country. Though wolves are said to be wiped-out from the island, there are many renegades that travel within it's deep forests. Ó Madagáin was the name of his mother and father, brothers and sisters, and of those who traveled along side of them.
One foggy night, in search of food, Faolán prowled the boarders of an Irish town. He was found, chased, and hunted down by townsmen. The men didn't kill him, and instead sent him to a wildlife sanctuary. The wolf spent a winter there, alone, and angry. He never again saw his family, or at least never recognized them as the many
wolves that had visited him only for mocking purposes. A great deal of time was spent thinking and mourning the things he lost. No human could come near him, for he would snap them away. After a year of being in the sanctuary, humans came and tranquilized him. He woke in a steel-barred cage in a boat traveling across the seas. Humans visited once a day, for many days, feeding him gruel and giving him water. After a long journey, the boat landed and he was carried to shore. He pretended to be ill, then as soon as the cage door opened, he ran. He ran until his paws blistered and legs gave out on him.
Age:2
Personality:
Faolán(Fwayle-awn), meaning wolf in Gaelic(Irish), is tall and slender in figure. Though, not sure of an exact number, he is taller than the average European wolf. His figure proportioned for fitting into tight spaces in hiding, long distance running, and climbing. The perfect athlete. His pelt is a dark blue-grey outlined in black. Optics are a light grey. Legs are grey to black paws.
History:
Faolán was born in the Irish country. Though wolves are said to be wiped-out from the island, there are many renegades that travel within it's deep forests. Ó Madagáin was the name of his mother and father, brothers and sisters, and of those who traveled along side of them.
One foggy night, in search of food, Faolán prowled the boarders of an Irish town. He was found, chased, and hunted down by townsmen. The men didn't kill him, and instead sent him to a wildlife sanctuary. The wolf spent a winter there, alone, and angry. He never again saw his family, or at least never recognized them as the many
wolves that had visited him only for mocking purposes. A great deal of time was spent thinking and mourning the things he lost. No human could come near him, for he would snap them away. After a year of being in the sanctuary, humans came and tranquilized him. He woke in a steel-barred cage in a boat traveling across the seas. Humans visited once a day, for many days, feeding him gruel and giving him water. After a long journey, the boat landed and he was carried to shore. He pretended to be ill, then as soon as the cage door opened, he ran. He ran until his paws blistered and legs gave out on him.
Faolán,
That is my name.
I am Wolf.
Ó Madagáin,
That name was for all of us.
Born and raised in the Irish country
Just along the borders of the sweet Eastern Shore.
I am
A scavenger.
A thief.
A hunter.
Only go out at night.
Avoid the light of day.
Do not get caught.
I..got caught.
I failed.
Shoved into another atmosphere.
Solost,
So cold in there.
No escape.
At life's end.
Starved.
Caged.
Sick.
As they carried me to my grave,
I saw the light of new earth.
New land.
Creations.
Accents?
With every inch of the wolf I am,
I escaped.
I ran.
I ran from everything.
My lost family.
My past.
My home.
Myself.
That is my name.
I am Wolf.
Ó Madagáin,
That name was for all of us.
Born and raised in the Irish country
Just along the borders of the sweet Eastern Shore.
I am
A scavenger.
A thief.
A hunter.
Only go out at night.
Avoid the light of day.
Do not get caught.
I..got caught.
I failed.
Shoved into another atmosphere.
So
So cold in there.
No escape.
At life's end.
Starved.
Caged.
Sick.
As they carried me to my grave,
I saw the light of new earth.
New land.
Creations.
Accents?
With every inch of the wolf I am,
I escaped.
I ran.
I ran from everything.
My lost family.
My past.
My home.
Myself.