03-20-2011, 12:27 AM
* Character Name: Asaria Shadowfang
* Character Birthdate: 3-12-2010
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
* Species: 50% Canis Lupus, 50% Canis Lupus Familiaris
* Gender: Female
* A secondary form of contact: az.fire.99@gmail.com
* How you found 'Souls: Google search
* Initial post:
OOC: Since she is a Luperci, this is in Optime form...
Asaria yelped as she felt the low-hanging branch scratch her coat, the skin on her neck ripping open and the blood pouring out. It felt like her skin was on fire beneath her reddish brown coat. The coolness of the early spring air did nothing to ease her pain. Dried blood gathered the long winter hairs into uncomfortable bundles across her back and sides, pulling the follicles to their elastic limit. She shut her eyes, willing herself to sleep. When the pain became too great, she retched, standing slowly, ripping her eyelids apart quite painfully. She did not expect to be alive. With a shaking hand, the girl began wiping the blood from her fur. Her body shook in an attempt to free itself from the blood's rigid embrace, but found its efforts futile. Asaria looked around, expecting to see a deep forest full of murderous looking branches, but instead saw the borders of a pack. Before her blood-burned eyes rose something that she had been searching for for months. What was this place?
She shook with pain, standing up to her full height of 5' 8", yelling curse words as loud as she possibly could. Her strength was fading, and it was everything she could do to keep from passing out as she waited for someone to come. She felt her consciousness slipping away, and passed out on the ground right near the pack borders.
* Character Birthdate: 3-12-2010
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
* Species: 50% Canis Lupus, 50% Canis Lupus Familiaris
* Gender: Female
* A secondary form of contact: az.fire.99@gmail.com
* How you found 'Souls: Google search
* Initial post:
OOC: Since she is a Luperci, this is in Optime form...
Asaria yelped as she felt the low-hanging branch scratch her coat, the skin on her neck ripping open and the blood pouring out. It felt like her skin was on fire beneath her reddish brown coat. The coolness of the early spring air did nothing to ease her pain. Dried blood gathered the long winter hairs into uncomfortable bundles across her back and sides, pulling the follicles to their elastic limit. She shut her eyes, willing herself to sleep. When the pain became too great, she retched, standing slowly, ripping her eyelids apart quite painfully. She did not expect to be alive. With a shaking hand, the girl began wiping the blood from her fur. Her body shook in an attempt to free itself from the blood's rigid embrace, but found its efforts futile. Asaria looked around, expecting to see a deep forest full of murderous looking branches, but instead saw the borders of a pack. Before her blood-burned eyes rose something that she had been searching for for months. What was this place?
She shook with pain, standing up to her full height of 5' 8", yelling curse words as loud as she possibly could. Her strength was fading, and it was everything she could do to keep from passing out as she waited for someone to come. She felt her consciousness slipping away, and passed out on the ground right near the pack borders.