Josiah Ozario
October 3rd, 2004
Luperci
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”I think this is it, Zor,” the blue-eyed male commented to the white rat he held delicately in his hands. The rat nibbled gently at the gold ring that was tightly fit to his index finger. A gorgeous blue stone was placed directly in the center, cut to the shape of an oval. Josiah scratched the rat beneath its chin, just as it liked so very much and smiled down at it, walking at a slow, even pace towards the mountain that was growing nearer and nearer with each step he took.
Josiah, at three years of age, had been wandering alone for the last two years of his life on a quest for knowledge that he was sure would likely never end. During the time, he had learned a lot about himself and his abilities, things he would use all through his life. He walked now wearing faded blue jeans and a leather belt, his left ear pierced at the top with a silver earring and a crescent moon strategically tattooed over his right eye, a bright yellow color, both of which he had done himself. Around his neck hung a golden cross, a sign of his religion, for Josiah had always been a fairly religious man. Upon his back was a simple backpack, crafted from the same leather that had formed his belt and within it were his books and papers, as well as a few of his other jewelry items.
He’d done well on his own, making a comfortable living for himself and dwelling wherever the unpaved roads had taken him. However, Josiah was now ready to settle down, help others, make a name for himself if he could. He’d met on his travels a young man who he had shared a drink with beside a campfire one night. They had spoken of their ambitions and he had been told of a land called Bleeding Souls, where the wolf had said his great grandmother had spoken of. Josiah decided to investigate, and had headed towards the dull mountain which the male had said was the only landmark he could remember his mother repeatedly speaking of.
Now here he was, hoping to find acceptance upon the pack who he did not confidently know the name of, though he was sure it had something to do with shadows. The rat he held had fallen asleep in his warm hands, likely lulled by the steady pace of the male’s walk. Josiah stopped now, at the borders to take a look around. He stepped a few feet back, not wanting to seem like an intruder of any sort and waited, unsure just how the process of joining a pack went, as the only pack he’d ever belonged to had been the one he’d been born into.
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