dan7170

I was born on the edge of civilisation, know one knew what to do with, what would happen. This led to a quick decision, I was left to die on the river bed. If it wasn’t for kindness of wolves I wouldn’t live right now. Hardy selfless creatures with all intent of keeping everyone else alive as long as they live. At the age of 8 I became self aware, these were not my people so I had no choice to run and make it myself. I knew all the tricks to survive in the wild but my heart knew there were people of my kind somewhere. This turned by life into a nomadic struggle to find a trace of my true life with people who knew my ways. Unfortunately I did not find my race in a way a person wants to. They came and offered me kindness but I couldn’t see the empty heart beneath. Here they took me in putting me in shackles and transporting across the land. My first contact with my own kind and this had happened? This made me believe I was destined to be a heartless monster like them but deep inside I knew truly what I must do. The second they unchained me I ran, this was the greatest thin being raised by wolves gives for there only desire is to run. I ran and ran away across the dirt to get away from these true savages. Despite my experience I continued to search and when I turned 12 I found my people in a great metropolis of Las Vegas. These events then seemed to blur but somehow I got on a boat to England away. Here I was picked off the street and taught English no shackles, no chains. I felt at home.

if I write a book that would be a great thing to write eh though more descriptive, that does lack many details.

I am not that man but a tall handsome English guy who enjoys playing water polo. I like games but don’t seem to find any truly great ones any more 3 years ago I would have loved to play hands at war or feudalism 2.