Name: Goblin

Age: 3 years

Gender: Male

Appearance: The first thing a wolf encountering Goblin might think is, ‘he’s large’. In fact, it would be perfectly easy to describe the male using this word alone; it’s not many that attain such a large frame or indeed such a hefty bulk. Goblin isn’t thin; he’s the sort of wolf who could use his own body as a battering ram and take little or no damage. Consequently, he’s not a particularly fast-footed creature, but never mind. It suits his personality.

Goblin’s coat is a rich black, giving him the impression that he is a vast silhouette, and his fur is thick and woolly (he looks fairly cuddly, to tell the truth). For all of these reasons, he loathes temperatures that are too hot and finds them very difficult to cope with. His head is hefty and his muzzle is short and blunt but broad and chunky, and his limbs are similarly stocky – very strong, but not very agile. There is a certain regal quality to his features and his immense build, but it doesn’t take a very long glance into his somewhat doleful looking green eyes to know that he isn’t the brightest of all wolves.

Personality: As mentioned, Goblin is a little bit… slow. For this reason, he tends to hang around by himself a lot of the time, uncomfortable with the prospect of conversing with wolves and losing the plot as to what’s going on. He doesn’t really understand long words or complicated descriptions and often waits until he’s been given an explanation about something, only to say, ‘I don’t get it…’, his rumbling, deep voice oddly unsure of itself for one of its timbre.

In his favour, however, he has a strong idea of morality. He feels very strongly that wolves should not be ‘bad’ creatures, and he is always as kind as he can be to others given his lack of intelligence. Unfortunately, more often than not, wolves make fun of him, or he manages to accidentally harm them either verbally or physically in his attempts to make friends. He certainly doesn’t know his own strength. After a conversation inevitably goes wrong, he will be either hurt and sulky, or overly apologetic, but can be consoled if he is treated gently and with words he understands.

Goblin is quite superstitious and believes in ghosts, spirits: all sorts of things. As if he already didn’t have it fixed in his head that an immoral action is ‘wrong’, he is determined that such wolves are looked down upon with disdain by the ancestors, although he says himself that he has no hope of trying to understand the ethereal world (not in these words, however, as he doesn’t know what ‘ethereal’ means).

History: It wasn’t at all like Goblin’s entire pack shared the same qualities of intelligence (or lack of it) as him. He really was the odd one out, as sometimes happens. He was treated caringly by the adult wolves but teased by the pups, as pups are wont to do, but he didn’t complain. He took it, albeit sorely, because he knew that what they were saying was true. His frame always was large, and this made him difficult to play with. He’d quite frequently hurt his siblings, though never on purpose, until the point where they started to reject him. After that he could easily amuse himself on his own and find endless entertainment in the simpler animals or even just leaves and flowers, but would inevitably find his play quickly brought to a crashing halt as he inadvertently crushed his plaything underfoot with his huge and cumbersome paws. He was starting to feel useless and unbeneficial to the pack community, as he could make no contribution to the pack meetings, although he was a fantastically powerful hunter provided he knew exactly what he was meant to be doing and which directions to head in.

By the time he grew up, he dwarfed his two brothers and most of the other pack members. Nobody knew where he had attained this great size. Yet, despite his vastness, he started to shrink away from others and quite often his kin wouldn’t even notice that he had approached, he would make so little contribution. They asked him to pull his weight (for there was rather a lot of it) and later they demanded him to, and told him that if he put his mind to it he could do a lot more than he thought he could. It simply made Goblin very unhappy and pressurised, but he did want to try to prove himself. Perhaps he was too scared to try in front of so many other wolves; one day, he simply disappeared. The wolves of the pack never knew whether they had been too forceful with him or whether he would actually be coming back, but they had to admit that with him gone there was a significant amount more food to go round. Goblin was still a young wolf and had a lot of time ahead of him, and he wanted to use that time to try to make sense of things and maybe to at last show himself that he could be good at something.

Accepted! ^.^ can't wait to see this wolf in action