Caedmon

The misunderstood lone wolf, howling into the night, his soul a storm of unspoken thoughts. In a world where everyone follows the pack, Caedmon stood apart—an outsider even among his own, a shadow in the corner of a world that never truly saw him. He didn't crave the spotlight or the acceptance of the other monks; instead, he wandered through life like a wolf lost in the woods, searching for meaning in the silence, finding comfort only in the echoes of his own mind. It wasn’t until the darkest hour, when the night wrapped itself around him, that his voice broke free—like a wolf’s howl piercing the void, raw and unfiltered. His songs weren’t meant to impress, weren’t crafted for the pack to hear; they were for himself, for the quiet corners of his heart where no one else dared to go. Each hymn was a howl into the cold, an expression of the aching solitude that he carried, his only companions the stars and the moon. While others thrived on recognition, Caedmon embraced his solitude, wandering farther from the pack, content to roam his own wilderness. He didn’t care for status or approval—he was the wolf that left the pack behind, running under a sky heavy with the weight of unspoken dreams. Caedmon’s legacy is that of the emo wolf, the quiet rebel who found power in his loneliness, creating something beautiful in the dark, away from the world that never understood him.