02-18-2011, 12:12 AM
1. Character Name: Imacai Kimaris
2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 2, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: 50% Canis latrans cagottis, 25% Canis latrans ochropus, 25% Canis lupus nubilus
5. Gender: Male
6. Currently played characters: Ouija, Selene, Sakari
7. How you found 'Souls: Been around for awhile
8. Initial post:
I'm not picky about who picks this up, just want someone who will make it a priority because I like to get through joining threads quickly; 505 words
Anyone watching the procession would find it an odd one indeed. Who wouldn't think it odd? Taking the lead, on the back of a Fresian, was a silver furred lady with a brown mask. Then following behind, on a wagon pulled by a couple of Gypsy Vanners, was a boy of muted gold that was streaked with gray in places. And what was probably even odder yet was what was in the wagon. Loaded in the back of the wagon were a few large jars of dirt. What was hidden in these jars was just that, hidden. You couldn't see what was contained within the jars at all. But that was the whole point behind them really. If he had wanted everyone to know that he was bringing with him then he wouldn't have bothered to fill the jars to hide his possessions. He had already had all of his possessions stolen once. This simply prevented it from happening again. Think about it, who would be addled enough to try and take jars of dirt? He looked quite ridiculous just lugging them around. But what was most likely sillier yet were the couple of blue heads that had poked up from one of the larger jars before ducking back inside.
The male didn't seem to notice this at all since he was watching the female in the lead. He had to since she was finding the paths that he could take his wagon down. He was lucky to have the extra set of eyes to help him out, especially since he had gotten split apart from his siblings. He had parted from them in Freetown to see what was further to the north. He figured that he could go ahead and scout around. His brother had proved a better fighter and an easy protector of their sister so of course he trusted him to keep her safe. Imacai figured that he could find a place for them and end up sending word back. He could plan out the way and such.
He was led down around the mountains, heading over an open plain. To his left side were mountains and off to his right the beach could be seen. After a long travel they reached a line of staked skulls with strong scent markings that indicated that it was a border. The male glanced to his mounted coyote companion before looking back to the borders. This place looked as good as any. Especially with the scent of coyote being overpowering. And well, where he came from he was used to being around coyotes, or at least coyote dominant hybrids.. He ceased the procession and sent up a call. After all he wouldn't know more about this place and if it would offer rest and refuge if he didn't try. He remained sitting up on the seat of his wagon for the time being, using the height as an advantage. It allowed him to see out further past the stakes and watch for whom might approach.
2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 2, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: 50% Canis latrans cagottis, 25% Canis latrans ochropus, 25% Canis lupus nubilus
5. Gender: Male
6. Currently played characters: Ouija, Selene, Sakari
7. How you found 'Souls: Been around for awhile
8. Initial post:
I'm not picky about who picks this up, just want someone who will make it a priority because I like to get through joining threads quickly; 505 words
Anyone watching the procession would find it an odd one indeed. Who wouldn't think it odd? Taking the lead, on the back of a Fresian, was a silver furred lady with a brown mask. Then following behind, on a wagon pulled by a couple of Gypsy Vanners, was a boy of muted gold that was streaked with gray in places. And what was probably even odder yet was what was in the wagon. Loaded in the back of the wagon were a few large jars of dirt. What was hidden in these jars was just that, hidden. You couldn't see what was contained within the jars at all. But that was the whole point behind them really. If he had wanted everyone to know that he was bringing with him then he wouldn't have bothered to fill the jars to hide his possessions. He had already had all of his possessions stolen once. This simply prevented it from happening again. Think about it, who would be addled enough to try and take jars of dirt? He looked quite ridiculous just lugging them around. But what was most likely sillier yet were the couple of blue heads that had poked up from one of the larger jars before ducking back inside.
The male didn't seem to notice this at all since he was watching the female in the lead. He had to since she was finding the paths that he could take his wagon down. He was lucky to have the extra set of eyes to help him out, especially since he had gotten split apart from his siblings. He had parted from them in Freetown to see what was further to the north. He figured that he could go ahead and scout around. His brother had proved a better fighter and an easy protector of their sister so of course he trusted him to keep her safe. Imacai figured that he could find a place for them and end up sending word back. He could plan out the way and such.
He was led down around the mountains, heading over an open plain. To his left side were mountains and off to his right the beach could be seen. After a long travel they reached a line of staked skulls with strong scent markings that indicated that it was a border. The male glanced to his mounted coyote companion before looking back to the borders. This place looked as good as any. Especially with the scent of coyote being overpowering. And well, where he came from he was used to being around coyotes, or at least coyote dominant hybrids.. He ceased the procession and sent up a call. After all he wouldn't know more about this place and if it would offer rest and refuge if he didn't try. He remained sitting up on the seat of his wagon for the time being, using the height as an advantage. It allowed him to see out further past the stakes and watch for whom might approach.