The man wolf's voice is gruff, a tad quiet and with little in the way of emotion. He waxes eloquent, but rarely does it seem purposeful, merely his words reflecting the tremendous nature of his life thus far-
I never learned to write. I tried, but it is as my mother told me more times than I can count: Symbols betray me. I have sworn I will never use them, and I will never be used by them. This was the credo of my brother Edgar -a laugh, short and unamused- although I know few who ignored their own credo so completely. My father was another who forgot who he was and my entire life has been shaped by his... wrongness.
And so I speak to this book the Gnomes gave me. I speak to remind myself who I am, to never forget who I -must- be.
My name is Fenris. I shed my first name when I fled my father. I shed my family name when I fled my brother. To those who respect me let me be known as the Wolf. It is who I strive to be. The wolf is who I -must- be.
a pause, then the wolf's voice grows strong as he utters the last words of his maiden entry.
My name is Fenris the Wolf and this is my credo.
I will always walk free.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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