Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die

Born in the year 1993, CrimsonWolves is a half-sane bipedal mammal of the Hominid family, attached, identified by a long, brown mane, brown eyes, with a particular sound that resembles a crying cat or a small squeak, but susceptible to inane ramblings on a large variety of subjects. Phlegmatic in temperament. It is also an driven artist. Likes to daydream and have food as its usual companion during lazy afternoons, that is if it's not asleep. Wishes things were more influential to her. Is frequently seen wearing comfortable clothing. Exits her den rarely during the daytime, and is a light sleeper at night. Loves to create creatures and occasionally write. Capable of great in-sight and deep emotions that largely go unobserved. Its humanity has always been both its fatal flaw and strongest link. Will go out of her way to show herself to others. Has had no litters and is planning to wait. "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patri. Et Fili. Spiritus Sancti."