06-22-2012, 07:31 PM
Player Name: Elena
Character Name: Luella Frisk
Date of Birth: June 10th, 2010
Gender: Female
Species: wolfcoydog
Personality Traits: relaxed, friendly, eager, stubborn, cautious
Skills: trading skills, basic healing knowledge, takes care of livestock, can fish and harvest oysters, knows how to sail.
NPC Characters/Animals: Darkness (draft horse/stallion), Windle (Peregrine Falcon/male), Margie (billy goat/female), Stanton (sheep/ram) & Lady (sheep/ewe).
Residence: #4 in Jordheim, please?
The sun rose early in these parts; Luella was always surprised to find how different the path of the sun was across the sky the farther east she moved. Pausing in her trek across the water, she lifted her hand to shade her face and peered up at the glowing orb. It was higher in the sky than it had been when she set out; she'd been sailing for a few hours, at least. Windle preened on her shoulder, ruffling his feathers. She laughed at him, and directed their small vessel toward shore. He flew from her shoulder to perch in a small stand of trees while she struggled to pull the boat up on shore, banking it enough that an errant wave wouldn't send it out into the bay.
Fishing her sack out of the hull, she climbed up on shore and sat down, stretching her legs out and digging up a handful of oysters. Windle cawed at her from his tree, then swooped down and landed on her head, his talons digging into the flimsy straw. She shooed him off, then dug a knife out of her shorts to pry her lunch open.
Windle flew away and came back, landing on her forearm. She hissed at the dig of his talons, and then cried out as he stole the oyster's juicy insides before flying off again. "Wait your turn!" She called after him, running a hand absently over her arm before prying another one open. She managed to eat three before Windle returned, trying to peck the oyster out of her fingers. "No!" She chided, and then howled as he bit her finger.
"Stupid..." She felt tears welling in her eyes as she licked the blood away, then tucked her lunch away and glared after him. "Don't think I'm feeding you after that!" She called to him, and tossed the sack into the boat, pausing to inspect the damage. He'd done a number on her arm; she pulled the cloth up to inspect it more closely, hissing as the sun seemed to sting even more.
She moved toward the trees, pausing under their extended branches as she saw claim-marks on a nearby tree. The scent of pine needles and wood shavings wafted toward her, and she sneezed, pulling the scarf aside to rub at her nose. Windle cawed from the trees above her, a sound far too smug for a bird like him. Clutching at her arm, she glared at him, and then peered into the trees, wondering if her ruckus had been enough to bring someone to this pack's borders.
Just in case, she lifted her head and gave a short howl, hoping to draw attention to herself. They'd been looking for a pack for a few weeks, now; who knew there was one just up the way?
Character Name: Luella Frisk
Date of Birth: June 10th, 2010
Gender: Female
Species: wolfcoydog
Personality Traits: relaxed, friendly, eager, stubborn, cautious
Skills: trading skills, basic healing knowledge, takes care of livestock, can fish and harvest oysters, knows how to sail.
NPC Characters/Animals: Darkness (draft horse/stallion), Windle (Peregrine Falcon/male), Margie (billy goat/female), Stanton (sheep/ram) & Lady (sheep/ewe).
Residence: #4 in Jordheim, please?
The sun rose early in these parts; Luella was always surprised to find how different the path of the sun was across the sky the farther east she moved. Pausing in her trek across the water, she lifted her hand to shade her face and peered up at the glowing orb. It was higher in the sky than it had been when she set out; she'd been sailing for a few hours, at least. Windle preened on her shoulder, ruffling his feathers. She laughed at him, and directed their small vessel toward shore. He flew from her shoulder to perch in a small stand of trees while she struggled to pull the boat up on shore, banking it enough that an errant wave wouldn't send it out into the bay.
Fishing her sack out of the hull, she climbed up on shore and sat down, stretching her legs out and digging up a handful of oysters. Windle cawed at her from his tree, then swooped down and landed on her head, his talons digging into the flimsy straw. She shooed him off, then dug a knife out of her shorts to pry her lunch open.
Windle flew away and came back, landing on her forearm. She hissed at the dig of his talons, and then cried out as he stole the oyster's juicy insides before flying off again. "Wait your turn!" She called after him, running a hand absently over her arm before prying another one open. She managed to eat three before Windle returned, trying to peck the oyster out of her fingers. "No!" She chided, and then howled as he bit her finger.
"Stupid..." She felt tears welling in her eyes as she licked the blood away, then tucked her lunch away and glared after him. "Don't think I'm feeding you after that!" She called to him, and tossed the sack into the boat, pausing to inspect the damage. He'd done a number on her arm; she pulled the cloth up to inspect it more closely, hissing as the sun seemed to sting even more.
She moved toward the trees, pausing under their extended branches as she saw claim-marks on a nearby tree. The scent of pine needles and wood shavings wafted toward her, and she sneezed, pulling the scarf aside to rub at her nose. Windle cawed from the trees above her, a sound far too smug for a bird like him. Clutching at her arm, she glared at him, and then peered into the trees, wondering if her ruckus had been enough to bring someone to this pack's borders.
Just in case, she lifted her head and gave a short howl, hoping to draw attention to herself. They'd been looking for a pack for a few weeks, now; who knew there was one just up the way?