MWOVU
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absense, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it
But we, by a love so refined
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss...
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do
And though it in the center sit,
Yet the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
They firmness makes my circle just,
And make me end where I begun.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absense, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it
But we, by a love so refined
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss...
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do
And though it in the center sit,
Yet the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
They firmness makes my circle just,
And make me end where I begun.
-John Donne
Name: Mwovu'Waya (Mmm - Woe - Voo ' Wah - Yah)
Name meaning: Evil (Wolf, from his clan)
Age: Adolescent
Pride: Ela'Wadiyi, Wolf Clan
Parents: ??x??
Personality: Mwovu isn't the friendliest of all lions. He's rather grumpy in nature, seemingly mad at the whole world. He can be coaxed to open up and reveal a sweeter side that he had when he was a cub but he hasn't been in contact with others for so long, who knows if that other side still exists. He isn't a social lion at all, he grew up on his own in isolation from his own kind. Because of this, he's quicker to fight or run away from a lion that scares him or he's unfamiliar with. He also isn't a good speaker. Having kept quiet for most of his life, Mwovu speaks in very short and to the point sentences if at all. His voice is very gruff and obviously under used. Sometimes, he even talks to himself. He isn't quick to make eye contact and can easily insult another without even trying. He barely ever thinks about what's coming out of his mouth.
That was the past. This is now.
After finally reaching the Ela'Wadiyi lands, Mwovu found himself alienated yet again. Not by the pride members, however, but more by himself. Taking time to think about it, he hated what he'd become. He needed to heal his wounds of the past and become what he had been as a cub. Since then, Mwovu's been much more chipper. Though still wary, he will welcome conversation with anyone he bumps into. The lion is a very humble creature and is always amazed at the kindness of others. He tries his best to not pity himself, or anyone else for that fact as he strives for self improvement.
History: Mwovu was born the second cub of three to a pair of lions in the Wolf Clan. Being the middle cub, he wouldn't have been very special except for one feature. Mwovu had been born with a pure, white coat. His parents were amazed, it was a rarity to have a child to be of this color and an honor indeed. The name they gave him wasn't Mwovu, but that name has been lost to history as they say, and so have the names of his parents. As a cub, he played with his siblings and members of the current Wolf Clan, not a care in the world.
But that was all before the Darkfire Pride. With their coming, this young lion found that there wasn't enough food for him or his siblings to fill up on anymore, his friends were dissapearing mysteriously only to be found a corpse days later. This was the fate that his sister met. There was little time to mourn for her loss. Other, were dying slowly of a disease that was sweeping through the land. Many met this fate including his mother. He was crushed but once again, there was no time to mourn. A pact had been formed with the opposing pack. The Ela'Wadiyi had to leave the home they had grown to know. Being the stubborn and curious cub that he was, Mwovu snuck off and ran from the others as they left. He planned to return to them and take the trip to the other side of the mountains after his curiosity has been fullfilled, but he never saw them again. Both his father and brother are assumed dead, lives ended by the Long Journey.
Mwovu himself was taken and bound to the land by the Darkfire Pride. He'd obey them, succumb to what they wished. He was young then, he didn't know what was going on. All he had known was gone and he was terrified. And so this was the way he lived well into his juvenile years, alone, abused, and scared. No one ever talked to him or much less looked his way unless he was needed. He was changing, but it wasn't just his outlook on life. Mwovu's pelt has begun to change. It's once brilliant white color was almost rotting into a black as he grew older. No one knew why but they were amazed. It only helped to seperate him from the pride in which he was being held. This was where he recieved the name Mwovu. The members of the pride believed that something evil had taken over the cub, causing his fur to darken. And so he was doomed to be Mwovu, or evil, for the rest of his sorrowful life, old name forgotten forever.
Life went on like this for a few more months before Mwovu found himself fed up with it all. He couldn't stand to be supressed in this wild pride anymore. So one night, with the cover of his newly darkened coat, he slipped away from the Darkfire, leaving them forever. He had forgotten his old pride, what they were, what they believed. All he knew was the Darkfire way of life. But that was all soon to change. Mwovu set out on the Long Journey alone, a quest of sorts to find what he had lost perhaps even to regain it. And so that's where he still is, wandering about aimlessly, trying to remember and regain his past.
