04-25-2011, 06:33 PM
** Thread title taken from a poem by e.e. cummings.
1. Character Name: Arye Cybelle
2. Character Birthdate (including year): July 15, 2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: kyliejmagner(at)gmail(dot)com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): doctormagner @ AIM
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Returning member
Note: Arye is in Optime form. The time is a few hours before dusk. It is a little misty and will soon begin to rain. She is very near the claimed portion of Quartz Shoreline. Doing prompt # 3 (April Showers) in this thread as well. Word Count: 360
Arye harbored a love for the written word that rivaled any of her other passions. But whatever tome she held in her hands made no sense to her. Her passion did indeed lay with the written word, although she could not read the characters that littered the page in frustratingly ordered lines. She had filled this old, dusty tome with marginalia from her own clumsy hands. She wondered if some of the letters she had copied in nonsense combinations had somehow spelled her name. She could never be certain until she learned to read, but that was just one more thing to add to an ever growing list. The cream colored femme stretched out well shaped fingers to flip the page, her golden, coin colored eyes seeking the chicken scratch that had fallen from her own hands.
Arye ran her hands through her cream colored mane. It hung in loose waves above her collarbone in slight disarray. She smoothed her fingers through the cream colored strands that were run through with traces of gray and brown, echoing the pallet of her coat. As she pulled back the unruly curtain of hair, she revealed a face with a thin muzzle and a strong jawline. The yellow of her eyes was a startling splash of color against the warm yet bland cream color of her coat.
The young traveler set her latest treasure aside, letting it rest beside her on the smooth sand of the shoreline. She had ventured along the ruins of a city and come across a number of oddities, although she had only felt the need to carry the pictureless book with her. The rich, musky scent of claimed territory had told her everything she needed to know about the wooded land bordering the city at its cemetery. She had given it a wide berth and had ended up at this beach, where the grassy fields had morphed into rocky outcrops and smooth sandy beach. Golden eyes took in a mostly calm, gray colored ocean. White caps topped waves far from the shore, and the air was still and moist as it caressed the shewolf's upturned face.
1. Character Name: Arye Cybelle
2. Character Birthdate (including year): July 15, 2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: kyliejmagner(at)gmail(dot)com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): doctormagner @ AIM
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Returning member
Note: Arye is in Optime form. The time is a few hours before dusk. It is a little misty and will soon begin to rain. She is very near the claimed portion of Quartz Shoreline. Doing prompt # 3 (April Showers) in this thread as well. Word Count: 360
Arye harbored a love for the written word that rivaled any of her other passions. But whatever tome she held in her hands made no sense to her. Her passion did indeed lay with the written word, although she could not read the characters that littered the page in frustratingly ordered lines. She had filled this old, dusty tome with marginalia from her own clumsy hands. She wondered if some of the letters she had copied in nonsense combinations had somehow spelled her name. She could never be certain until she learned to read, but that was just one more thing to add to an ever growing list. The cream colored femme stretched out well shaped fingers to flip the page, her golden, coin colored eyes seeking the chicken scratch that had fallen from her own hands.
Arye ran her hands through her cream colored mane. It hung in loose waves above her collarbone in slight disarray. She smoothed her fingers through the cream colored strands that were run through with traces of gray and brown, echoing the pallet of her coat. As she pulled back the unruly curtain of hair, she revealed a face with a thin muzzle and a strong jawline. The yellow of her eyes was a startling splash of color against the warm yet bland cream color of her coat.
The young traveler set her latest treasure aside, letting it rest beside her on the smooth sand of the shoreline. She had ventured along the ruins of a city and come across a number of oddities, although she had only felt the need to carry the pictureless book with her. The rich, musky scent of claimed territory had told her everything she needed to know about the wooded land bordering the city at its cemetery. She had given it a wide berth and had ended up at this beach, where the grassy fields had morphed into rocky outcrops and smooth sandy beach. Golden eyes took in a mostly calm, gray colored ocean. White caps topped waves far from the shore, and the air was still and moist as it caressed the shewolf's upturned face.