| Born in the midst of an earth shaking thunder and lightning storm (electrical), my mother decided that on any night it stormed, she would tell me a story about one of our great ancestors. I cherished those tales, the mystery and everything surrounding them. I was given the name of "Icewolf" as a child. That is a story all in itself. In my teen years, people began to call me Dakota-Icewolf, a name that seemed to follow me and keep a calm inside that I could not find as a child. Though I was born a "Stormwolf" (hence the electrical storm), as I grew older and faced life for the first time in all of it's unusual circumstances, I took the name "Dark-Wolf". It has always fit who I felt I was inside. When my mother passed away some 20 years ago, a darkness set in and filled a void, I held tightly to the only things that made me who I am. One of those things was my heritage, the other Halloween. I had been writing short stories since the age of 8, and every halloween, during the entire moon, I would write. During the winter, I would read, I educated myself on the things that meant something to me. One of those things were the stories of old, the stories of my ancestors and their lives and loves. Now I can add them here and hope that people will educate themselves as well. We can only fear what do not understand, not the things we face up close. |
