Character Birthdate: March 11, 2010
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 100% Canis lupus
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): kayjaygator at gmail dot com
Currently played characters: None
How you found 'Souls: I've heard of it before.
OOC: Excuse the strangeness of my table, please! I am still tinkering with the mere idea of HTML, let alone crafting a posting table. WC: 300+
Bermuda had traveled far enough now to notice distinct differences in landscape and in bodies of water. Despite her youth, she considered herself more or less capable of handling life on her own. Well, at least for this stretch of time. She was not wandering without a purpose. The girl with a pelt of shining sable fur was actively seeking a place to grow up and to gain experience. Her goal was not entirely her own idea. Her parents had raised her, during their comparatively short time together, to go out and settle on her own.
The sable colored girl was tired of her solitude. Her parents were strange folk, their minds meandering with their feet in strange ways. When it had become apparent that Bermuda was not a "rolling stone," her erstwhile parents had at least had the presence of mind to let her know that there was life outside of their wandering ways. The girl had parted from her parents on more or less good terms, although in the back of her mind she still questioned why they wouldn't change their way of life, if only for a little while, so that their child could set down roots, grow up, and have a place to call home.
Amber colored eyes peered across the terrain to the clear pool of landlocked water. She tried to find a word for it, but she was not able to. She searched her mind and came up empty-handed. Her parents loved the sea, and so she knew the name for the wild body of water near the sandy coast, but the clear pool several dozen yards before her begged for a name that she could not give it. The girl's head swam with the thick scent of wolves, obviously gathered somewhere close nearby. Bermuda struggled with indecision as she wondered what she should do, and what would be okay to do at a border. She had never learned, although instinct told her not to actively intrude. The black-furred girl lingered at the border, waiting as her confidence and sense of certainty in her ability dwindled.