If I let you in, you'd just want out.
If I tell you the truth, you'd fight for a lie.
If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can't clean up.
If you follow me, you will only get lost.
If you try to get closer, we'll only lose touch.
But you already know too much, and you're not going anywhere.
Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to go by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and six moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.
As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticeable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are a dark hazel with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.
Ah, so I see as my time to tell my personality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressiveness. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move along past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. Everything comes down to patience though and indeed I hold the trait very well, I take my time in doing things to make them right. Precision is the key and although nothing can be perfected we can attempt at doing out best. As to that it may never seem like it but I am indeed a gentle wolf, treating kindness and respect to those around me. It is only those that are foul towards others that see the other side of me. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.
I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz let me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited, foolish, arrogant to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day as I was hunting I noticed a large bound near the edge of forest. Nearing close to it I looked to find out that Noble had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.
I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upper hand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.
Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefully silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.
What I dislike would have to be disturbed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it all's. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to stay quiet, but I don't want to be rude so I say nothing.
Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is wolves betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive
I roam many lands and accompanied by none, therefore I hold the name of being a loner.
