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Name — Pink Owsley Birthdate — July 7th, '07 Luperci — Yes Species — Coyote AIM — undead lugosii Characters — None! The skulls transfixed him, intrigued him, seemingly placed so meticulously before his path. He could smell coyote piss and other telltale signs on the air, but the markers with their hollow grins and vacant eyes attracted his interest far more than invisible notes on the wind. He’d lowered himself into a crouch, leaning forward and sniffing at the ground—nostrils flaring, inhaling the personalized odors with his muzzle mere inches from the snow and dirt. He snorted audibly then; his nose seemingly offended by the scent. Straightening, he lifted the sunglasses from his lurid gaze and began to examine the skulls once again—a soft, metallic clicking sound revealing the idle movements of his tongue as he fiddled with a piercing, seemingly deep in thought. |