04-01-2011, 10:56 PM
Character Name: Delilah Grace
Character Birthdate (including year): December 5, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% Italian wolf, 50% Siberian Husky
Gender: Female
Currently played characters: N/A
How you found 'Souls: Google
Delilah was nothing less than a tomboy. The white wolfdog was nearing the borders of a pack, and instead of thinking about how she looked she was fiddling with a shortbow. About a month ago she had traded a sack of rabbits for the new weapon, though she lacked the actual arrows for and skill needed to use it. Now as she approached the borders of Dahlia de Mai, she was trying to figure out a way to hold it that didn't look clunky or awkward. She should have waited, but no, Delilah Grace needed to have a weapon when she joined a pack.
It was later in the evening, almost sunset. The air was crisp and cool. Praise the gods, spring was coming; when Delilah had been younger she had rejected her mother's beliefs, but now she found herself thanking the Roman godess of luck, Fortuna, for bringing her to Souls. It was a heaven after what she had been through, losing her mate. She couldn't live alone.
Delilah eventually grabbed the shortbow by the string. She had reached the borders of Dahlia de Mai. Glancing around, she realized nobody was there, so she let out a single howl: I'm here to join.
Character Birthdate (including year): December 5, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 50% Italian wolf, 50% Siberian Husky
Gender: Female
Currently played characters: N/A
How you found 'Souls: Google
Delilah was nothing less than a tomboy. The white wolfdog was nearing the borders of a pack, and instead of thinking about how she looked she was fiddling with a shortbow. About a month ago she had traded a sack of rabbits for the new weapon, though she lacked the actual arrows for and skill needed to use it. Now as she approached the borders of Dahlia de Mai, she was trying to figure out a way to hold it that didn't look clunky or awkward. She should have waited, but no, Delilah Grace needed to have a weapon when she joined a pack.
It was later in the evening, almost sunset. The air was crisp and cool. Praise the gods, spring was coming; when Delilah had been younger she had rejected her mother's beliefs, but now she found herself thanking the Roman godess of luck, Fortuna, for bringing her to Souls. It was a heaven after what she had been through, losing her mate. She couldn't live alone.
Delilah eventually grabbed the shortbow by the string. She had reached the borders of Dahlia de Mai. Glancing around, she realized nobody was there, so she let out a single howl: I'm here to join.