1. Name: Marika Violet Russo
2. Birthdate: January 1, 2008
3. Luperci
4. Species: 95 % Wolf, 5 % Dog
5. Gender: Female
6. AIM: beauty risk
7. How you found 'Souls: I nam the Kansas.
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The rain gave the air a fresh scent, one of renewal and growth. It was accordingly a good time to begin something new and thrilling, which Marika had planned since the middle of winter while she was visiting Sobirat'sya. The ship had landed in Nova Scotia about a week ago; afterward, she had spent a few days making sense of the area and its land, figuring out where it was that she needed to go. She carried nothing with her. She did not like attachments, and had never found anything that she deemed worth keeping other than the jewelry she wore. Without burden, she could travel freely in her lupus form, which gave her the most comfort, especially when her feet had a long way to carry her.
Marika knew that Rurik was in Sobirat'sya just before her; it was there that she'd learned of his existence. She had been unable to find a ship that would sail her close to where she thought her grandfather must be. Instead, she'd arrived farther South. The rain made traveling by scent difficult, cloudy skies blocking her view of the stars. But at last she had arrived. She smelled of the sea, having remained along the coastline for days since her arrival, and her earth-toned fur was rain-soaked, curling at her elbows and ribcage. Otherwise, the young girl was healthful and bright in every aspect, and she aimed to take advantage of this as she sought sanctuary in this strange place.
The scattered trees thickened around her, and the air was sweet with their damp scent. At last she was able to stop, sensing the borders of the pack she wished to become a part of. The scent of shared blood was potent enough for her to realize she had been successful in her search. A satisfied smile appeared on the Russian woman's dark, moist lips. Confident, she turned her pale muzzle skyward and emitted a song to the sky, to inform the wolves that there was a trespasser at their borders. Her hindquarters brought her to sit in the damp grass, where she would wait for as long as it took. She had all the time in the world.
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