05-27-2010, 12:36 PM
◦Character Name: Belle
◦Character Birthdate (including year): 1st July 2009
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular Wolf
◦Species: Arctic Wolf
◦Gender: Female
◦A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). Msn- SupaGigi@Live.co.uk
◦Currently played characters: None
◦How you found 'Souls: Top 50 rpg list
◦Initial post: The young fey moved like a whisper among the trees, her small bodice lightly trailing the ground. Her small form danced accross pack territory- although she did not know that. She was young and foolish, beautiful yet niave, not even one summer old. Her thick, pure white coat glistened and shone like silver glitter, the moonlight had this kind of affect on the pup. Her lips quivered as she slowly started to scent others, and her wet, velvet-soft nose shook with the overwhelming smell. Her light body jumped, she began to break into a run. When belle ran it was as if she was galloping- like a horse. Her strange way of moving usually intigued others, it was all down to her light-weight figure. She slipped back into a dance-walk, but suddenly her slim figure dropped. She lay there, un-moving. If someone had of glanced closer at her whilst she was running, they would of seen the cuts and bruises that were hidden underneath thick fur, they covered the majority of her body. Belle had ignored them until it was too late- and now she lay, unconcious.
◦Character Birthdate (including year): 1st July 2009
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular Wolf
◦Species: Arctic Wolf
◦Gender: Female
◦A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). Msn- SupaGigi@Live.co.uk
◦Currently played characters: None
◦How you found 'Souls: Top 50 rpg list
◦Initial post: The young fey moved like a whisper among the trees, her small bodice lightly trailing the ground. Her small form danced accross pack territory- although she did not know that. She was young and foolish, beautiful yet niave, not even one summer old. Her thick, pure white coat glistened and shone like silver glitter, the moonlight had this kind of affect on the pup. Her lips quivered as she slowly started to scent others, and her wet, velvet-soft nose shook with the overwhelming smell. Her light body jumped, she began to break into a run. When belle ran it was as if she was galloping- like a horse. Her strange way of moving usually intigued others, it was all down to her light-weight figure. She slipped back into a dance-walk, but suddenly her slim figure dropped. She lay there, un-moving. If someone had of glanced closer at her whilst she was running, they would of seen the cuts and bruises that were hidden underneath thick fur, they covered the majority of her body. Belle had ignored them until it was too late- and now she lay, unconcious.