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- Bris Stormbringer - 09-03-2009 [html]OOC: No table yet. XD Forgive the choppiness, first post with new character duh! *snickers* And I think most of this post will be pasted into her profile as background. o.O Holy crap rambling. She'd been certain she'd find him here. For several weeks, the young female had followed her half-brother's trail, coming finally to a strange territory she was certain she knew. Drey and Kol talked often of the lands of Bleeding Souls, in which both siblings had found new reasons for living. Kol still even planned to return someday to Dahlia de Mai once the pups were old enough. It seemed her heart would never leave that flower-named pack, and the seeming allure of Souls had always made the young Bris pause with wonder. She wanted to visit, to see if it was the place she pictured, and if it would finally be a place Bris could feel she belonged.[/html] - Conor Soul - 09-06-2009 [html] http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... rtable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> This is super short compared to yours, sorry D:<3 300+ He never seemed to be able to sleep that well in a cold and lonely bed. It was not unnatural that the boy took a walk in the moonlight. Actually Conor quite liked the moon, and Alexey and Emwe never woke up when he tip toed down the stairs and slipped out through the door. Haku’s cabin was not far away from Flander’s Field, but the boy casually walked in the well known half circle to avoid the house and continued heading west. Some seemed to perceive the cemetery as intimidating, but Conor did not see it that way. He loved walking the lonely road on the boulevard of broken dreams. He wondered about the lives of the deceased humans that rested beneath the soft grass. Had they lived happy lives? Conor had learned to count and read numbers, and some of the humans had not been old at all. Ten years did not make a human old. Their lifecycles worked differently, and the human life span seemed to be a short forever. Some were more than hundred years. So long lives. Had most of them been filled up with dreams and happiness? Lilac eyes caught a glimpse of ghostly white, and the young male stopped. His hand found a tombstone to lean against, and he held his breath. ”Hello?” he called out. There were a few wolves with white fur in the pack, but he had never walked into any of them in the middle of the night before. Ears folded in discomfort, but he did not flee. Was he not old enough to stare the demons in the eyes by now? The young male gave a short sigh, realizing how much he had changed these short months. The pack would soon grant him the status of an adult. He was no longer a child with fear ruling his heart and soul. He was still much softer than what he wanted to be, but all in all he had improved so much. Conor’s feet started moving again and he steered in the direction of where he had seen the small glimpse of snowy white. It was merely another wolf, nothing dangerous. Ghosts did not exist, he was certain of that. - Bris Stormbringer - 09-09-2009 OOC: The only reason mine was so rambly was because I needed to write down her backstory at some point, lol!! *nibbleglomps* I adore Conor so much. [html] The girl nearly stumbled as the sound cut the night. The cautious voice made her stop midstep, right front paw raised daintily a few mere inches from the ground. Large ears swivled back and forth as she figured out where the voice came from, and her mismatched eyes sought a glimpse of its maker. Brazen and hardheaded, Bris had never been fearful of things natural nor supernatural, and midnight in the midst of a creepy cemetery was no different. Curiosity got the better of her, and the snowy outcast padded softly in the direction of the sound.[/html] |