02-21-2011, 05:37 PM
Character Birthdate (including year): 9-21-2010
Species: British Colombian Wolf
Gender: Female
Preferred Ark Rank: Dancer
A Secondary Form of Contact: thoroughbred753@aol.com
Currently Played Characters: None
How You Found 'Souls: alphawolf.gotop100.com
Initial Post: These will be short for the time being, until I get used to playing as her.
Windsong caught the scent of a strange wolf carried on the north wind, and immediately lowered her nose to the ground, sniffing intently. She followed the trail, coming to a stop where the scent of many other wolves mingled together with this one. Suddenly she realized that she had come to the border of a pack, and began to paw the ground nervously, hoping that she hadn't trespassed. She was young, inexperienced, had lost her entire pack two months ago to a wasting disease, and had traveled all the way from British Colombia to Nova Scotia alone. It was a good thing she'd known how to hunt, but the long months of solitude had made her socially inept.
She paced along the ground, her long graceful legs tapping in time to an unheard tune. Her movements, becoming faster, seemed like dancing, and from afar she looked rather like a Spanish horse pirouetting. She spun around on two paws, her tail swishing, her head proudly raised, and suddenly she stopped, afraid, yet not knowing what she was afraid of. A distant howl of an unknown wolf was slowly advancing towards her.
Species: British Colombian Wolf
Gender: Female
Preferred Ark Rank: Dancer
A Secondary Form of Contact: thoroughbred753@aol.com
Currently Played Characters: None
How You Found 'Souls: alphawolf.gotop100.com
Initial Post: These will be short for the time being, until I get used to playing as her.
Windsong caught the scent of a strange wolf carried on the north wind, and immediately lowered her nose to the ground, sniffing intently. She followed the trail, coming to a stop where the scent of many other wolves mingled together with this one. Suddenly she realized that she had come to the border of a pack, and began to paw the ground nervously, hoping that she hadn't trespassed. She was young, inexperienced, had lost her entire pack two months ago to a wasting disease, and had traveled all the way from British Colombia to Nova Scotia alone. It was a good thing she'd known how to hunt, but the long months of solitude had made her socially inept.
She paced along the ground, her long graceful legs tapping in time to an unheard tune. Her movements, becoming faster, seemed like dancing, and from afar she looked rather like a Spanish horse pirouetting. She spun around on two paws, her tail swishing, her head proudly raised, and suddenly she stopped, afraid, yet not knowing what she was afraid of. A distant howl of an unknown wolf was slowly advancing towards her.