WOLF OF THE BACK OF BEYOND.
PART AND POTRAYAL.
"We ran as if to meet the Moon."
Within a vacant esse glimmers a silhouette of a fighter, paradigm of the mentioned, malevolently asserting his existence into the world.
Born into an ascendant household, Vanya always took fright at being the one casted away. Due to his undersized physique and reserved character he felt inferior to his immense and mighty siblings. It may be seen as a curse of being the youngest, he would claim. Yet it never quenched his irritation.
So to say, Vanya decided to learn. Learn to be substantial, learn to grow in build and aura and learn to be the best from the best themselves. Set out on a journey, his bashful self will soon realize that he has a long way to go.
Broad shoulders widen the seemingly unremarkable physique, one meter and seventy centimeters reaching the ne plus ultra in his mind. Of short limbs only his hands were outwardly remarkable, well proportioned and macho. Yet his mettle seemed strapping, head up high as his amour propre pleased. He nurtured his groundless confidence as if he had an overflowing cup of the said to spare. But that was a quirk of it's own eminence. The most favorable feature of his would certainly be his honey-gray eyes, chasmic in depth and indisputably free of sin. Other than that, Vanya had a delicate appearance to his face. His brow never creased and his look was always at sixes and sevens. One would fawn over the whimsical mishmash the young wolf was.
↳ of age, 21+
↳ working adult, often busy
↳ advanced in literacy, storytelling and third point of view only
↳ nsfw encounters are welcomed but not encouraged