Many cultures have beliefs of every living being having a spirit that emulates an animal or some other being. To this end I found my own to be that of a wolf. The Lone Wolf. Exiled into darkness and left for dead. But I survived, and then thrived off the very darkness that had destroyed me.
Eventually I was approached by an angel. Of a royal kind she must have been for she was
Beautiful in heart, body, and mind. She bore me message and solace of some kind. She said my time was not yet through and that one day, like a Phoenix, I would rise out of my dark prison.
So now, in the spirit of that message and the nature of my soul, I am now the PhoenixWolf. I am determined to see the Angel Queen's message through so that I may make her and myself proud.
Names have power, PhoenixWolf is mine.