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Edesk, this reference sheet shows the wolf at his best. Allow me to introduce you...
The first thing that strikes you about the wolf before you is that he is not, as you expected, a wolf covered tip to toes in jet-black fur. After this fact registers in your mind, you begin to take closer notice of the colors and markings of his fur, and you become curious about the explanations of what they are, what they mean, who this wolf really is.
He stands perhaps 185-190cm tall, weighing a reasonably solid 120kg. It's difficult to assign an age to him, as he presents a mixture of vibrant youth and the wisdom of age; he could be in his early 30s or more than a century beyond that. (It makes you wonder if he has another tail, hidden yet somehow sensed.) His species/lineage is Canis lycaon, and his heritage is Cheyenne Indian. A writer, a mediator, a mentor, a teacher, a reader of Tarot, a friend, a lover... his roles are many and varied; in all things, he is Himself, always. He doesn't have the usual list of likes and dislikes; he feels that they limit conversation rather than stimulate it. He will, however, commit to a love of good food and good companionship, along with an aversion to those who are proud of their ignorance.
Overall, his fur is a slate gray, with various exceptions, beginning with the white around his muzzle, toes, and the ends of his fingers. His jest is that it helps him to see where he walks and where he puts his fingers; it doesn't do to stick fingers where they aren't welcome, such as someone else's pie. There is also a ruff of white fur in a fluffy ring on the inside of his finely-pointed ears. He would tell you that the rings are there to help him hear the good of the world, like a dreamcatcher for sound. It lets him appreciate music, laughter, and a lover's sigh. Above his eyebrows are two small spots of white, what are sometimes called "angel eyes"; they mark his gift of discernment, the ability to see within the hearts of others, with tenderness and respect, knowing another for what they really are. Liars are not, by and large, successful when they try to convince him of something that isn't true; it takes a thoroughly self-deluded person to fool him, and then only for a short time. His ice-blue eyes do not judge, but they see clearly.
The large black markings that spread up his outer thighs to his waist are wing-like. They are the wings of Crow. Black Wolf follows a Shamanic path, and he knows of the powers and ways of the Spirits. He knows that Crow is the keeper of sacred law, the one who can bend the laws of the universe, who knows shape-shifting, and who is the advocate of personal integrity, personal will. The "black" of Black Wolf's name comes from this place of lawful discernment, just as his writing brings forth the love and truth he has seen. (From this world? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Truth knows no such boundaries.)
The black fur from the top of his head, down the back of his neck, flowing over his shoulders and down his back, extending out along his tail, has made some think of a judge's robes. His gentle laugh at this perception is mellowed further by his reminder that judgment and discernment are different things. One may judge one thing as being better than another; one discerns differences and subtleties, not necessarily placing one above another. He will tease to say that this furry "cloak" is where he hides before he transforms, shape-shifts, into something else, or where he hides his (rumored) wings. No one has witnessed this; that, he says with a smile, is as it should be. Some have said that, if they contemplate the blackness of this fur too long, they will begin to see glimpses of other worlds. To this, too, he only smiles.
On his chest, darker gray fur appears in the shape of an upward-pointing arrowhead. In his maturity, he would joke that the marking helps others to remember where his eyes are, or that at least the arrow wasn't pointing down, so that he wasn't constantly inviting others to inspect "the goods." The arrowhead marking grew with him, as he learned how to guard his heart properly, to protect himself with love rather than fear. The arrow is a gift from his ancestor Spirits, reminding him to fight for something rather than against something. Just as the world turns only forward, Spirit grows only upward.
The single braid of headfur, ending at the base of his tail, has grown with him over the years and is a source of pride for him. His Medicine Man, the old coyote Shaman who all but raised him, had once told him that a Shaman's braid was a badge of honor, of personal status, to be worn proudly and kept well. "Also," the coyote said with a gleam in his eye, "it'll help attract a good mate." This last has proven true in several ways, as the wolf has several male lovers he would call his mates (in more than one sense); all of them were attracted by his braid, they have told him, but none has dared to abuse it. Wise young males.
Having learned all this, you now realize that his eyes have captured your attention again, and his soft smile tells you that he welcomes your questions and your companionship. Have you something you'd like to say to him? Please do...
Edesk, this reference sheet shows the wolf at his best. Allow me to introduce you...The first thing that strikes you about the wolf before you is that he is not, as you expected, a wolf covered tip to toes in jet-black fur. After this fact registers in your mind, you begin to take closer notice of the colors and markings of his fur, and you become curious about the explanations of what they are, what they mean, who this wolf really is.
He stands perhaps 185-190cm tall, weighing a reasonably solid 120kg. It's difficult to assign an age to him, as he presents a mixture of vibrant youth and the wisdom of age; he could be in his early 30s or more than a century beyond that. (It makes you wonder if he has another tail, hidden yet somehow sensed.) His species/lineage is Canis lycaon, and his heritage is Cheyenne Indian. A writer, a mediator, a mentor, a teacher, a reader of Tarot, a friend, a lover... his roles are many and varied; in all things, he is Himself, always. He doesn't have the usual list of likes and dislikes; he feels that they limit conversation rather than stimulate it. He will, however, commit to a love of good food and good companionship, along with an aversion to those who are proud of their ignorance.
Overall, his fur is a slate gray, with various exceptions, beginning with the white around his muzzle, toes, and the ends of his fingers. His jest is that it helps him to see where he walks and where he puts his fingers; it doesn't do to stick fingers where they aren't welcome, such as someone else's pie. There is also a ruff of white fur in a fluffy ring on the inside of his finely-pointed ears. He would tell you that the rings are there to help him hear the good of the world, like a dreamcatcher for sound. It lets him appreciate music, laughter, and a lover's sigh. Above his eyebrows are two small spots of white, what are sometimes called "angel eyes"; they mark his gift of discernment, the ability to see within the hearts of others, with tenderness and respect, knowing another for what they really are. Liars are not, by and large, successful when they try to convince him of something that isn't true; it takes a thoroughly self-deluded person to fool him, and then only for a short time. His ice-blue eyes do not judge, but they see clearly.
The large black markings that spread up his outer thighs to his waist are wing-like. They are the wings of Crow. Black Wolf follows a Shamanic path, and he knows of the powers and ways of the Spirits. He knows that Crow is the keeper of sacred law, the one who can bend the laws of the universe, who knows shape-shifting, and who is the advocate of personal integrity, personal will. The "black" of Black Wolf's name comes from this place of lawful discernment, just as his writing brings forth the love and truth he has seen. (From this world? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Truth knows no such boundaries.)
The black fur from the top of his head, down the back of his neck, flowing over his shoulders and down his back, extending out along his tail, has made some think of a judge's robes. His gentle laugh at this perception is mellowed further by his reminder that judgment and discernment are different things. One may judge one thing as being better than another; one discerns differences and subtleties, not necessarily placing one above another. He will tease to say that this furry "cloak" is where he hides before he transforms, shape-shifts, into something else, or where he hides his (rumored) wings. No one has witnessed this; that, he says with a smile, is as it should be. Some have said that, if they contemplate the blackness of this fur too long, they will begin to see glimpses of other worlds. To this, too, he only smiles.
On his chest, darker gray fur appears in the shape of an upward-pointing arrowhead. In his maturity, he would joke that the marking helps others to remember where his eyes are, or that at least the arrow wasn't pointing down, so that he wasn't constantly inviting others to inspect "the goods." The arrowhead marking grew with him, as he learned how to guard his heart properly, to protect himself with love rather than fear. The arrow is a gift from his ancestor Spirits, reminding him to fight for something rather than against something. Just as the world turns only forward, Spirit grows only upward.
The single braid of headfur, ending at the base of his tail, has grown with him over the years and is a source of pride for him. His Medicine Man, the old coyote Shaman who all but raised him, had once told him that a Shaman's braid was a badge of honor, of personal status, to be worn proudly and kept well. "Also," the coyote said with a gleam in his eye, "it'll help attract a good mate." This last has proven true in several ways, as the wolf has several male lovers he would call his mates (in more than one sense); all of them were attracted by his braid, they have told him, but none has dared to abuse it. Wise young males.
Having learned all this, you now realize that his eyes have captured your attention again, and his soft smile tells you that he welcomes your questions and your companionship. Have you something you'd like to say to him? Please do...
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