Owner:KitKat, hello there! 
Name of WoC:Terron
Why you chose this name:Terron (The name equivalent of Terran) means "Earth-man".
It has English origin. I picked this name, because I love the
name Terra. It's a really pretty earth name. But I wanted
this to be a guy, because his markings and colors
make me think "That's a guy!"
So, I decided to look on some of those baby-naming
websites for good earth names. I was
scrolling through some, and I found Terran. I really liked
it, but thought it was too close
to Terra. So I found some other versions of this name,
and it included Terron. When I saw
that, something just clicked.
Gender:I think Terron should be a guy. To me, just by the way he
stands, with his brown and green colors, he looks male-ish.
Don't you think? That's just how I see it, he
just has that kind of aura.
Short Personality:Terron is a really grounded wolf, kind-hearted and generous.
In an argument, he would be more like a mediator, the one
who stands in the middle, and
sees points from both sides. He isn't quick to judge, and
tolerant. But he is extremely loyal,
and want abandon his friends. This can lead to over
trusting, and make betrayal much harder
on him.
Art and/or poem and/or short story*:Calm and quiet,
Shy, not alone,
Humble, but stands tall,
The Earth's whispered song.
A solid ground,
Always there,
Warm and welcoming,
The Earth's whispered song.
His forgiving arms,
He's readied with kindness,
His voice the murmur of the wind,
He's Earth's whispered song.
I remember, that first moment.
The moment I knew, I knew.
I belonged to the earth, the soil, the trees.
It was that warm summer eve. When the trees whisper in the wind,
and the sun gives way to the moon. The sky was a rainbow of
dying colors, and the grassy plains rippled with hisses. It was
the most beautiful orchestra of sounds.
And that's when I knew.
It was when the wind began to play with my fur. When the
roots of the old sycamore began to tangle with my paws.
When the dying leaves on the trees began to tell me of the
wind, and the sweet taste of the setting sun entranced
my tongue.
And that's when I knew.
When the gentle dirt became kneaded into the pads of my
paws. When the tickle of grass encircled me. When the cool
smell of the cooling eve calmed me.
And thats when I knew.
When the quiet of the small plains became a melody of the
Earth. To praise my ears, to paint over my vision. To
entrance my tongue, to enrich my sense of smell. To make
me feel as if I were apart of the earth. To enhance each of
my senses to be in unison with the steady soil that I lay on.
And that's when I knew.
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Yay!
