01-01-2011, 11:11 PM
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 Forego joining, or at least trying to 1. Forego 2. May 1, 2010 3. Regular Wolf 4. Grey Wolf, Part Dog (it doesn’t show much: smaller by an couple of inches at the shoulder, fur tends toward red) 5. Male 6. Can’t say I have one beyond my email. 7. This is it! 8. Looked at a number of current RPGs, settled here Deep in the forest a call was sounding. The voices of animals, more or less wild – wolves, and others harder to place. He heard them to the north, a chorus of the unknown that he was drawn to out of instinct or loneliness. His name was Forego, and he was wandering lost. Gaunt and tired, he crested a hill hoping for better than he had left behind. Unexpectedly, he came upon a marker on the earth and then heard their voices. He answered in kind, loosing a long howl into the night sky. He rolled his weight onto his haunches, and sat down to wait. These things are bred in bone and blood, the instinctual courtesy to wait outside of another’s territory, the way he meditated on the quiet sounds of the forest as he awaited a reply. They are the basic knowledge of a wild canine. He hoped that a fellow canine would come to meet him. Although his whole life had been spent with knowledge of luperci, he had existed away from them. Somewhere deep in his mind they stirred up unsettling associations, an unease with his basic assumptions about who he was. His mixed-blood descent of wolf and dog produced internal conflicts as he grew into his puppy-feet. Some, less-domesticated animals can transform from domestication to wildness with a natural ease. A few select creatures quickly settle back into the wild rhythms when they escape mankind, making both physical and mental transformations. These animals include the pig, horse and cat-not dog. Dogs, even feral ones, are left with the marks of mankind’s making for many generations to come. Although alloyed by wildness and wild blood, Forego couldn’t shake all of the dog in him. Smaller at the shoulder, redder than a wolf should be: he could forget this, dissolving himself into the fabric of the wild world. But the luperci brought something out in him that he didn’t understand and didn’t much like. Of course, this depth of thought wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. He has simply identified a scent-marker that was left by a canine, and hopefully latched onto it. He was much more hungry than conflicted. upper image from http:// www .mainlesson.com/display. php?auth...bles &story=lamb. Also, the introductory line of the post is from Jack London’s ‘White Fang’ |