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Valko
Male | Misanthrope | Heathen | Lone Wolf
"Inherently a lone wolf, Valko lives a solitary, nomadic life; limiting the time he spends within human settlements. The wilds of Norway - the mountains, the forests, the fjords and tundra are his home.
Stoic and aloof, Valko carries a deep-rooted distrust and dislike of humans, which stems from a past of being shunned and feared.
Valko learned at a young age that, due to his werewolf heritage, he is capable of terrible ferocity and devastation. He regularly practices Útiseta, a form of meditation and self-discipline, to regulate his emotions and control the feral rage within."
Valko is a reflection of myself.
Every aspect of his appearance, personality and lore are representations of my own life experiences and my inner self.
Gym goer, dedicated to health & fitness.
Gamer, writer.
I have a keen interest in paganism, spirituality and medieval history.
In particular Norse mythology, Ásatrú (Norse Heathenry) and wolf spirituality.
⛔ I have no interest in any 'art' that is sexual, kink or fetish related.
⛔ Do not alter, edit, redistribute, or use any art or writings from this page without my permission. Stats
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Comments Made: 15
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Comments Made: 15
Journals: 1
Featured Journal
Lore (G)
5 months ago
A small extract from my written lore, and the origin of my name.
The year is 1206. Ullr, an aging norse warrior, ponders a rare sight in the forest.
The year is 1206. Ullr, an aging norse warrior, ponders a rare sight in the forest.
For three days and three nights Ullr watched the wolf from a distance and stayed his hand on his bow.
An abnormally large beast; a coat of black fur. A likeness to Fenrir, if not for such intelligent blue eyes.
The wolf was young, male. It was malnourished and carried wounds, some of which he sensed were not visible to the eye. It wandered aimlessly through the winter forest, seemingly lost and alone.
Where is his pack?
A lone wolf, perhaps. Like myself, Ullr thought.
Was it a sign from the Gods?
A warning?
A blessing?
He would not hunt the beast; no good would come of it.
It was only on the fourth day that Ullr saw the wolf’s markings:
A patch of white fur on the left forepaw.
“Valkea.” Ullr murmured to himself. ‘White’, in his father’s tongue.
A runic branding on the upper left forelimb.
“Úlfr.” Ullr uttered. ‘Wolf’, in his mother’s tongue.
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Wolf / Werewolf
Favorite Music
Wolfheart | Atmospheric Metal | Ambient Music (Nordic/Viking, Celtic, Medieval, Folk)
Favorite TV Shows & Movies
Vikings | Wolf's Rain | Castlevania | Lord Of The Rings | Blade Runner
Favorite Games
Destiny 2 | Mass Effect | Borderlands | Witcher | AC Valhalla | Skyrim | Okami
Favorite Gaming Platforms
PC
Favorite Animals
Wolves & Werewolves
Favorite Quote
"Which wolf will win?" "The one you feed..."
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