There's Going To Be Another Mountain

Sirius Revlis · 01-09-2011, 01:20 AM

Character Name: Sirius Revlis
Character Birthdate (including year): April 2, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: Hybrid of wolf, coyote, and dog. (53% Canis lupus, 38% Canis latrans, 9% Canis familaris)
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): pottedsky@gmail.com">spottedsky@gmail.com
Currently played characters: Primary is Alyssum de Fonte
Initial post:
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Table by Sie OOC: sswm: 602

The moon arched into its throne in the middle of the bright sky, surrounded by what seemed to be millions of tiny, pinprick-sized stars. The lunar orb was less than halfway full, and it looked like a smile of a Cheshire cat smirking in amusement. Though it was thin now, it was gaining more light, and it won't be long until it was rounded and full. Though it was a spectral sight, with frost lining the ground already and the rays of the moon catching in the tiny shards of ice and making them sprinkle brilliantly, the lack of the warm of the sun made the air crisp with the bitter cold. If one was stuck out in middle of this chilly, winter's night without being prepared, it wouldn't take long for nature to reclaim their gift of life and leave behind the frozen over shell of the soul. It was serene beauty with an counterpart of deadly ugliness, as equal and different as day and night.

Mountains sprawled across the the northern land of 'Souls, collective known as the Halcyon range. Their foothills were dead with silence as the winds rolled down from the mountains and bended over the tall grasses and small flowers that managed to grow in the cold season. Anathema's territory lied near the Phosphagos Foothills, and their strong, bold border markings made it clear to all who pass it that they were there. It was eerily quiet, besides that high chirps of crickets, though no other natural noises occurred. But, though it seemed to lack any life, something stirred the frozen grass and pushed aside dainty flowers.

A figure was starting to approach the mountains at a even pace of a slow trot. It seemed to be canine, with large ears and a lean body layered with good muscles. It looked, at a glance, like a coyote, with it oversize ears and narrow muzzle, but if you look closer, it had mixed traits of wolf, dog, and the said coyote. Judging by his size and frame, the hybrid was a fully grown male, not curvy enough to be demeaned a woman. His coat was a taunt copper brown, with patches of lighter fur under his underbelly, and darker fur that brandished over his back to his tail. His fur length was medium, which was more than enough to protect himself from the buffeting winds; they passed over harmlessly over his first layer of fur, while the second coat kept his skin warmer than some.

The male stepped further into the foothills, his paw pads tickled by the soft grass that brushed against the bottom of his paws, but they were also tingling with excitement. The hybrid stopped once a breeze carried a stronger scent of Anathema than before, signaling that the borders were not so far away. His tail, for a moment, twitch with the ghost of a happy wag as he thought he scented someone familiar from his memories, one of the many guardians that took care of him, but it was mingled with so many other smells that he couldn't clarify his hopes. Though he was curious of the land before him, having heard that canines had taken a home inside of the mountain, he wasn't stupid, and didn't dare take another step that would take him closer, perhaps too close to the borderline. He had to be patient, and wait for one of the Anathema members to show.

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