Biography
Name meaning: Celtic god of thunder
It was a night, a dark one at that. The sky wasn't showing the moon or stars, just darkness and the occasional cloud lit by a dulled moonlight, quite the eerie landscape, the dark pines needles shivering in the breeze as a distant deep rumble of thunder could be heard throughout the night. This wasn't the pleasant night most would desire but there was sure to be a sight for sore eyes within this darkness, a pair of glowing bright blue orbs pierced there way through the shadows, carried by the body of a wolf, one of many bluish grays and whites splotched over his mangy spiked pelt. This male moving mysteriously through the night, he wasn't of significant size nor small but just the ordinary size for the forest wolf, but his pelt and eyes were far beyond ordinary and for any wolf who came across this strange one would see that for sure
The male of mystery came upon a sloping hill among a clearing, the area where the moonlight spilled in over him, his fur spikey looking along his spine and shoulders, his gaze scanning the sky, searching for a star but there wasn't seeming to be one in sight, the thunder was growing louder with each rumble and soon a crackle sounded across the sky, catching sight of a lightening bolt leap from one cloud to the other as the crackle rumbled the earth beneath his paws, a gentle rain beginning to fall upon the land. He closed his eyes, letting the cool drops patter against his pelt. it was nights like these he missed, nights like these he missed his pack, his family, his... he stopped his thoughts, he didn't want to think of what he had lost that day, not now and not ever again. he brought his sights back down to the trees and glanced around him, noticing a small fox den near him, stale of the scent of fax, assuming they had left the burrow, he turned and began to dig it wider.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Scent: cologne like scent.
Preferences
song:
I of the storm- of monsters and men
If I could face them
If I could make amends with all my shadows
I'd bow my head and welcome them
But I feel it burning
Like when the winter wind stops my breathing
Are you really gonna love me when I'm gone?
I fear you won't
I fear you don't
And it echoes when I breathe
Until all you'll see is my ghost
Empty vessel, crooked teeth
Wish you could see
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me under
And I wither underneath in this storm
I am a stranger
I am an alien inside a structure
Are you really gonna love me when I'm gone?
With all my thoughts
And all my faults
I feel it biting
I feel it break my skin, so uninviting
Are you really gonna need me when I'm gone?
I fear you won't
I fear you don't
And it echoes when I breathe
Until all you'll see is my ghost
Empty vessel, crooked teeth
Wish you could see
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me under
And I wither underneath in this storm
I feel it
And they call me under
And I'm shaking like a leaf
And they call me underneath to this storm
Special Skills
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Summer 
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