05-17-2010, 05:35 PM
1. Character Name: Jezebel Soule
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 09/12/2005
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci.
4. Species: Coyote!
5. Gender: Female.
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM: Dualhysteria.
7. Currently played characters: None!
8. How you found 'Souls: Long-time lurker.
9. Initial post:
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500+
The summer months were right around the corner, and the days were growing warmer, and warmer with each passing sun. Today was no exception, and it left her feeling warm, and stuffy under her cloak of fur. Almost too warm. She wanted to believe it was the weather and not the anxiety of being here again burning through her veins like fire. Her mind was wrapped around what would happen in the next few hours, and if she would even come out the same woman. Moreover, she was entwined around the thought of seeing Gabriel; her fingers twitched as she remembered tracing her hands across every atypical blemish, and memorizing every groove that cut into his solid form. Even now, she could feel him pressed against her small form with his body ablaze with passion. A uncomfortable shudder raced up and down her spine, leaving her bereft. Despite the balmy air, she wrapped her arms around her chest and frowned. God willing, she would make it through this. It was His will that brought her back to seek forgiveness. He did not speak to her now; he never did, but Jezebel was determined. Gabriel was deserving of so much more than an empty bed, and shadows of what once could be.
She walked towards the borders with her head held high, but her heart sinking with every step. The smell of him was everywhere. And the closer she came to the line of bleached skulls, the more she felt suffocated by his presence. In the days predating this afternoon, she had worked herself up into a slight paranoia, becoming more fearful of his reaction to her return, but even more so the possibility of being rejected. It was not so much the thought of not being able to return to Inferni, but rather never seeing him again. Ever. Eli was a distant thought in her mind when she came to the conclusion that Gabriel was one of the only real friends she held dear, their romantic relationship aside. But by delaying her original course of action these long months, Jezebel knew she was the only one to blame if things went sour.
Reaching for the cross, she pressed it between her fingers before encasing it a fist. Her lips brushed against her thumb as she whispered a hoarse plea, "God, grant me mercy." Drawing away from her prayer, she lifted her ruby eyes to stare beyond the borders, into the looming soul of Inferni. The anxiety was eating at her now, released from the haphazard confines to wreak havoc on her body. Her ears fell back against the obsidian waves of her hair and nestled between the tresses. She could not be certain if Gabriel was near with his scent clenching around her neck like his own strong fingers, but she knew the clan would not allow strangers at their borders to linger long without proper interrogation. A song echoed out from her lips when she lifted her nose to the canopy, calling for her former companions.
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2. Character Birthdate (including year): 09/12/2005
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci.
4. Species: Coyote!
5. Gender: Female.
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM: Dualhysteria.
7. Currently played characters: None!
8. How you found 'Souls: Long-time lurker.
9. Initial post:
[html]
500+
The summer months were right around the corner, and the days were growing warmer, and warmer with each passing sun. Today was no exception, and it left her feeling warm, and stuffy under her cloak of fur. Almost too warm. She wanted to believe it was the weather and not the anxiety of being here again burning through her veins like fire. Her mind was wrapped around what would happen in the next few hours, and if she would even come out the same woman. Moreover, she was entwined around the thought of seeing Gabriel; her fingers twitched as she remembered tracing her hands across every atypical blemish, and memorizing every groove that cut into his solid form. Even now, she could feel him pressed against her small form with his body ablaze with passion. A uncomfortable shudder raced up and down her spine, leaving her bereft. Despite the balmy air, she wrapped her arms around her chest and frowned. God willing, she would make it through this. It was His will that brought her back to seek forgiveness. He did not speak to her now; he never did, but Jezebel was determined. Gabriel was deserving of so much more than an empty bed, and shadows of what once could be.
She walked towards the borders with her head held high, but her heart sinking with every step. The smell of him was everywhere. And the closer she came to the line of bleached skulls, the more she felt suffocated by his presence. In the days predating this afternoon, she had worked herself up into a slight paranoia, becoming more fearful of his reaction to her return, but even more so the possibility of being rejected. It was not so much the thought of not being able to return to Inferni, but rather never seeing him again. Ever. Eli was a distant thought in her mind when she came to the conclusion that Gabriel was one of the only real friends she held dear, their romantic relationship aside. But by delaying her original course of action these long months, Jezebel knew she was the only one to blame if things went sour.
Reaching for the cross, she pressed it between her fingers before encasing it a fist. Her lips brushed against her thumb as she whispered a hoarse plea, "God, grant me mercy." Drawing away from her prayer, she lifted her ruby eyes to stare beyond the borders, into the looming soul of Inferni. The anxiety was eating at her now, released from the haphazard confines to wreak havoc on her body. Her ears fell back against the obsidian waves of her hair and nestled between the tresses. She could not be certain if Gabriel was near with his scent clenching around her neck like his own strong fingers, but she knew the clan would not allow strangers at their borders to linger long without proper interrogation. A song echoed out from her lips when she lifted her nose to the canopy, calling for her former companions.