Coding by Sie - WC: 463
Not entirely sure if the form is needed? Better safe than sorry x.x Oh, and he's just left the CDA pack 
1. Character Name: Alexander Collins
2. Character Birthdate: July 15, 2007
3. Regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci (Ortus)
4. Gender: Male
5. Your e-mail: kiaspa_moon@yahoo.co.uk
6. A secondary form of contact: Aim; paintedpetz
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Google n.n
A pale grey hand briefly touched the flash which hung at his side; his fingers wrapping around the lid longingly. Within the flask temptation lay, but he resisted the urge and pulled his hand away; turning up drunk and asking a pack to accept him.. even a fool would know better, and even if the pack would be willing to accept a drunk wolf, he knew he was a badly behaved drunk and so he resisted, ignoring his own desires.
Yet, even knowing that drinking would be a bad idea, his hand continued to hover around the flask, occasionally touching the container’s cool metal surface, his thumb rubbing across the ridges of the lid. Oh, how he craved for the liquid inside it, for it would make everything better; it would remove his sorrow, his guilt and take the edge off his nerves.
Memories flashed through his mind of his sister. He was a fool and a coward; after speaking the truth to Skye he had left the D’arte pack and its lands as he had told Shaw he would. At the time he had not hesitated; he’d left quickly and quietly without saying goodbye; for he had not interacted much with the others, he doubted they were even aware of his existence… When he left, he took with him his usual bare essentials, which he carried in his pouch or attached to his belt. Despite his previous confidence and willingness to leave, he found himself missing his sister.
His stride faltered slightly. He needed to stop thinking, to just keep walking; he would address his own problems later… probably. With that in mind (or more or less, out of mind) he continued walking, one step after another. This was just the start to his new and hopefully better life; he would pull himself together and sort himself out, he would become a brother his sister could be proud of.
But god did he need a drink…
Time had passed as he made his way slowly to the border of Dahila de Mai. After considering his options, he had decided to seek acceptance from them; he did not know anyone from the pack and so he would not be judged by past actions, and the pack was close to his sister’s so he could visit her at some point. Reaching the borders of the pack he hoped to join, he threw back his head and let out a howl to make his presence known.
As his own howl dimmed and eventually faded out, his stomach throbbed and churned, and for once it wasn’t alcohol causing the sensation; he was dead nervous. Maybe they won’t accept me, maybe I’ll say something to insult them… such thoughts haunted his mind as he waited in silence.
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