09-23-2008, 12:32 AM
Character Name: Kyermë
Character Birthdate (including year): 7/18/07
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci
Species (not applicable to canines): N/A
Gender: Male
Your e-mail: ilnimare@gmail.com">silnimare@gmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): N/A
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate link.
Initial post:
Does quantity diminish quality? Can a multitude destroy the image? Some would say so, but when you turn such questions to the stars, all must admit their beauty and gaze in wonder. The day glows with the warmth and light of the sun, a single ray of hope to guide the paths. But the night has a thousand eyes, each looking on the world with favor, glistening like jewels. Some study them, some observe them, and some, whether from inebriety or soberness, worship them.
“Disya… it’a be fit ‘n frock. A stars be lightin’ a eart’ a’ight.”
Odd words from an odd creature, it would seem. The one speaking such was a Luperci, brown-furred with white tips near the head. He was in the half-form, moving at the equivalent of a jog. Despite his purposeful stride, he wasn’t really interested in where he was going, as long as it led away from the coast.
He saw a dense wood ahead, and made for that direction. He had heard of a pack that dwelt within, a pack with which he might find solace and forgetting. He entered the fringe of the wood, and let out a long howl, signaling his approach. He stayed near the edge, so that if the welcome wasn’t so friendly, he could flee more quickly.
Trying to remember his manners, he lowered his head, ears at the side, though, whether out of disrespect or forgetfulness, he curled his tail close, not tucking it. He was willing to submit, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down.
[[OOC: It's not near my best, but it's been a while since I've written.]]
Character Birthdate (including year): 7/18/07
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci
Species (not applicable to canines): N/A
Gender: Male
Your e-mail: ilnimare@gmail.com">silnimare@gmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): N/A
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate link.
Initial post:
Does quantity diminish quality? Can a multitude destroy the image? Some would say so, but when you turn such questions to the stars, all must admit their beauty and gaze in wonder. The day glows with the warmth and light of the sun, a single ray of hope to guide the paths. But the night has a thousand eyes, each looking on the world with favor, glistening like jewels. Some study them, some observe them, and some, whether from inebriety or soberness, worship them.
“Disya… it’a be fit ‘n frock. A stars be lightin’ a eart’ a’ight.”
Odd words from an odd creature, it would seem. The one speaking such was a Luperci, brown-furred with white tips near the head. He was in the half-form, moving at the equivalent of a jog. Despite his purposeful stride, he wasn’t really interested in where he was going, as long as it led away from the coast.
He saw a dense wood ahead, and made for that direction. He had heard of a pack that dwelt within, a pack with which he might find solace and forgetting. He entered the fringe of the wood, and let out a long howl, signaling his approach. He stayed near the edge, so that if the welcome wasn’t so friendly, he could flee more quickly.
Trying to remember his manners, he lowered his head, ears at the side, though, whether out of disrespect or forgetfulness, he curled his tail close, not tucking it. He was willing to submit, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down.
[[OOC: It's not near my best, but it's been a while since I've written.]]