04-07-2011, 10:22 PM
Character Name: Venema Ikaon
Character Birthdate (including year): January 9, 2010
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Wolf
Species: 100% red wolf (Canis rufus)
Gender: Male
Currently played characters: This is my first character.
How you found 'Souls: http://alphawolf.gotop100.com/
Initial post:
Escape... must escape... The trees had become little more than blurs is Venema's eyes as he pushed his legs harder, his ears straining for any signs of pursuit. He dared a look backwards, and was immediately punished by a low hanging branch. He yelped loudly, but continued. He couldn't stop now. He would be caught. He would be punished. He would die. He had been running for so long, and though his legs screamed their protest to his prolonged flight, he refused to stop. They might still be following after all. The scars on his muzzle were also beginning to sting again, and as hard as he tried to push his body to continue, he found himself slowing. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving. His ears were pinned back, and his tail drooped low. The trees began to thin as his tread became sluggish, and fatigued. He was almost there, if only he could go a little farther...
He stopped. Was that the scent he had been searching for? Was it the smell of a pack? Despite his exhaustion, he paced slowly back and forth, looking out at the hills he could see in the distance. Paradise... just like you said, mother. But he was not out of the woods yet... The double meaning reduced his anxiousness, if only slightly, and he waited, pacing, then sitting, then lying, then pacing again. Eventually, he decided the he would sit. It was a wary enough position that he could run, if indeed his pursuers were still tracking him, but it betrayed the worried knot that had settled in his stomach. He would risk trespassing if it was necessary. It was rejection, or death.
Character Birthdate (including year): January 9, 2010
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Wolf
Species: 100% red wolf (Canis rufus)
Gender: Male
Currently played characters: This is my first character.
How you found 'Souls: http://alphawolf.gotop100.com/
Initial post:
Escape... must escape... The trees had become little more than blurs is Venema's eyes as he pushed his legs harder, his ears straining for any signs of pursuit. He dared a look backwards, and was immediately punished by a low hanging branch. He yelped loudly, but continued. He couldn't stop now. He would be caught. He would be punished. He would die. He had been running for so long, and though his legs screamed their protest to his prolonged flight, he refused to stop. They might still be following after all. The scars on his muzzle were also beginning to sting again, and as hard as he tried to push his body to continue, he found himself slowing. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving. His ears were pinned back, and his tail drooped low. The trees began to thin as his tread became sluggish, and fatigued. He was almost there, if only he could go a little farther...
He stopped. Was that the scent he had been searching for? Was it the smell of a pack? Despite his exhaustion, he paced slowly back and forth, looking out at the hills he could see in the distance. Paradise... just like you said, mother. But he was not out of the woods yet... The double meaning reduced his anxiousness, if only slightly, and he waited, pacing, then sitting, then lying, then pacing again. Eventually, he decided the he would sit. It was a wary enough position that he could run, if indeed his pursuers were still tracking him, but it betrayed the worried knot that had settled in his stomach. He would risk trespassing if it was necessary. It was rejection, or death.