User:LarkSilverwolf
My fondest memories are of the forests and the air fresh upon my face, the sweetness of the taste of clear stream, the pure joy of running in the wilderness. I have learned to be as I was named by my father and honor him by doing so, to soar as the lark defending my territory but to be strong and as loyal to my 'pack' as the wolf. These things make up what is my core. I am Lark Silverwolf. Yes I am small but don't let that fool you.
Early Years[edit]
My life started on a cold and snowy night according to my father. I never knew my mother, she gave her life for mine but father never gave any indication that he resented my presence in relation to the lack of hers.
Instead he always made me feel treasured and said I was the proof of their great love for each other. I vowed then listening to him tell me of this love that caused my mother to go be with Grenth that I would never fall victim to the great romance that caused him to sometimes have a sadness in his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking.
We lived in a small community on the fringe of the northern wilderness. We were not rich in gold but rather in the sense of a community that was more like one family. The children were cared for by the whole village for they said we were their greatest commodity. In the stories and legends we were told were important life lessons necessary for survival in such a beautiful but sometimes harsh and unforgiving place.
My father was a bowyer to the rangers of the village. His bows were works of art besides being accurate and deadly. A basic wooden longbow could be produced in just a few hours. They were good and strong bows but the ones that were highly sought after could take him months. My earliest memories are comprised of times watching him craft these bows.
I would watch him carefully select the materials that he wished to use. Whether it was wood or a combination of sinew,horn and wood that he used to make the composite bows he always took his time. He said that paying attention to detail in anything in life was important and could be the deciding factor in living to fight another day.
