04-04-2011, 06:27 PM
1. Character Name: Saphira Moroi
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 6-12-2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: tinyprincess@email.com
6. A secondary form of contact: tinyprincess@email.com
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: alphawolf.gotop100.com
8. Initial Post:
OOC: This is long for me...
At first, she thought that she was drowning in the loneliness that was supposed to be healing her from the terrible disease that had killed her family and left her with life-threatening breathing problems. It sucked her under and carried her on a current, her body tumbling and swaying to and fro beneath the waves of her sorrow. She didn’t remember passing out, but at some point she must have, because after what must have been quite some time, her eyes opened to a bright light shining in them – but it wasn’t heaven. It was the light of day.
She was stretched out on the ground, her body finally free of the ache that had consumed it for days, from the wheeze that had burned her lungs, and most thankfully, from the half-real pain of her life falling into ruin. The relief that spread over her was all consuming, and she made to stand up, her legs quivering from excitement – along with the rest of her body. Caught up in the heat of the moment, it took a moment to realize that something was off. But then she took a good look around, and a gasp escaped her mouth, because this was not the place she had come from.
Everything was different, and she felt a creeping but minimal sense of foreboding, though she assumed this was due to the fact that everything was so strangely different than before. Her pack (what was left of it, to be more accurate) was nowhere to be seen, and she was beginning to wonder if they had even made it to the mysterious land called Canada or if she had been the only lucky one. The scent of other canines was fresh on the air, but none of the scents were yet familiar, and Saphira was a quiet soul. She sought out the others timidly, ready to bolt in an instant if danger appeared eminent. She was a friendly girl, but now didn’t seem the time for friends. She was lost, and her pack was missing in action.
The girl sighed with disappointment at the fact that she didn’t see anybody she recognized, though she wasn’t exactly surprised. If her pack was here, she would have smelled them before she saw them. With a vexed mind filled with confusion and annoyance, the pretty girl moved towards the woods, seeing the borders of a pack, though remaining on the outside of them, a confounded expression evident upon her young face. She desperately wished for an answer to all of her questions, but at this rate, she wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking someone else had them.
She sighed heavily, her mind too perplexed to allow her to think about approaching anybody that could potentially be dangerous. She was resigned to waiting on someone to come to her.
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 6-12-2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: tinyprincess@email.com
6. A secondary form of contact: tinyprincess@email.com
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: alphawolf.gotop100.com
8. Initial Post:
OOC: This is long for me...
At first, she thought that she was drowning in the loneliness that was supposed to be healing her from the terrible disease that had killed her family and left her with life-threatening breathing problems. It sucked her under and carried her on a current, her body tumbling and swaying to and fro beneath the waves of her sorrow. She didn’t remember passing out, but at some point she must have, because after what must have been quite some time, her eyes opened to a bright light shining in them – but it wasn’t heaven. It was the light of day.
She was stretched out on the ground, her body finally free of the ache that had consumed it for days, from the wheeze that had burned her lungs, and most thankfully, from the half-real pain of her life falling into ruin. The relief that spread over her was all consuming, and she made to stand up, her legs quivering from excitement – along with the rest of her body. Caught up in the heat of the moment, it took a moment to realize that something was off. But then she took a good look around, and a gasp escaped her mouth, because this was not the place she had come from.
Everything was different, and she felt a creeping but minimal sense of foreboding, though she assumed this was due to the fact that everything was so strangely different than before. Her pack (what was left of it, to be more accurate) was nowhere to be seen, and she was beginning to wonder if they had even made it to the mysterious land called Canada or if she had been the only lucky one. The scent of other canines was fresh on the air, but none of the scents were yet familiar, and Saphira was a quiet soul. She sought out the others timidly, ready to bolt in an instant if danger appeared eminent. She was a friendly girl, but now didn’t seem the time for friends. She was lost, and her pack was missing in action.
The girl sighed with disappointment at the fact that she didn’t see anybody she recognized, though she wasn’t exactly surprised. If her pack was here, she would have smelled them before she saw them. With a vexed mind filled with confusion and annoyance, the pretty girl moved towards the woods, seeing the borders of a pack, though remaining on the outside of them, a confounded expression evident upon her young face. She desperately wished for an answer to all of her questions, but at this rate, she wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking someone else had them.
She sighed heavily, her mind too perplexed to allow her to think about approaching anybody that could potentially be dangerous. She was resigned to waiting on someone to come to her.