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The world can be a big, scary place. Especially when you're alone in it.
The terrain varies from place to place. Many forests that differ depending upon the climate. Thick or with many meadows. Wet or with just enough rain and water to keep everything alive. Flat plains. Hills and mountains. Deep caves. Forest glens. Dry desserts. Orchards. Fields.
The people live in Clans. People of a Clan stick together. They work together to survive. Each member contributes to the survival of the Clan in some way. Hunting. Gathering. Some have weavers and herders.
It is said that some Clans even have members who can take the form of the animal that is the guardian spirit of the Clan. Some do not believe in such things but others know the truth of such tales.

The White Wolves are a small segment of the Wolf Clan. The man who leads them can shift his form to that of a white wolf. Strongest of the leaders, he is the head of the Clan. Very few are the humans they seem to be. They are something.... More.

Gaia name: Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes
Character name: Wymond
Age: Looks 26
Race: Werewolf
Clan: Wolf Clan
Appearance: Human Wolf
Bio/History: Wymond was born a werewolf, he lived with the wolf clan for a very long time. One day many many years ago he was separated from the clan on a hunt and thought dead. He had been searching for something special to give to one of the females of his village. Upon his return he had learned that she had left the village and was believed dead. So he set out that very day to find her.

He ran, nose to the ground tracking. Sniffing endlessly trying to find even the faintest scent of her. His lungs burned as he ran screaming for air, his muscles ached beyond the point of exhaustion, but still he ran on. His stomach growled loudly begging for food it had been far too long since he had eaten last but still he pushed on. It had been years since he had last spoken to another person, it had been just as long since he had walked upon two legs, he had nearly forgotten the sensation. He knew that if he continued along this way he would most likely die, but if he found her it would be worth it in the end. He looked up spotting a town along the ridge he ran flat out towards it hoping to find at least a scrap of food. He was about two hundred yards from the town when his body gave out. He laid there snow covering his body, he let out one last long low howl before the blackness swallowed him.

He felt his body move, but try as he might couldn't even crack open an eye. He noted the change in temperature and tried to find out what was going on and who had moved him. He scented people, as well as a fire, nearby he felt a small form sitting next to him. He whined as his body spasmed trying to force himself to open his eyes if not sit up. Slowly a golden iris cracked into view as he tilted his head and looked at the person next to him. He growled with as much authority and threat as he could muster in his current condition, he knew deep down that if this person meant him harm he was far too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes follow her, something in the way she moves seems familiar to him, and yet completely foreign to him. He eyes the food and sniffs it cautiously before taking a bit into him mouth letting it simply slide down his throat as he lacked the strength to chew properly. He wondered if the person knew what he was or if she simply thought he was just a regular wolf. He thought of maybe changing back to his human form, but realized that not only did he lack the strength, it had been so long he wondered if he would even remember how to be human.

He can smell the weakness on her and shakes his head. He digs deep and musters up the strength to slide the plate of food over so it bumps against her arms. He stares at her through half open eyes as if trying to give her a silent command to eat. There is only a fraction of his former dominance and authority in the stare and it doesn't last long before his had falls down onto his forepaws his eyes closing further until just the tiniest bit of amber can be seen in them.

He tries in vein to stay awake. His amber eyes close once more, as he sleeps. While he sleeps his body slowly begins to mend it's self. He wakes some time later, he has only strength enough to crawl the few feet to her and gently nuzzle her cheek, before falling back to sleep.

He feels her tremble in her sleep but there is nothing he can do to comfort her. He is looking at her softly when she wakes, having not been able to sleep much himself, but unable to find the strength to stand. He cocked his head to the side curiously as she slowly stirred to life.