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character name seti tertius character birthdate July 4th, 2007 regular wolf or luperci luperci e-mail r1p_1t_up_09@hotmail.com a secondary form of contact r1p_1t_up_09@hotmail.com (MSN) how did you learn/hear about ‘souls? just browsing sites’ affiliates Independence was a difficult concept to grasp for a pup of only four months. Seti was young and naïve still and the idea that he was entirely alone was a thought that he had not yet fully comprehended. Yet he could not shake the strange feeling that had come over him throughout the last few days. His father had hurt him, that much he knew, but such was not an infrequent occurrence. Seti had been bruised and battered since the beginning, leaving the pup shy and rather skittish around those he did not know. It was after one of these beating sessions, one in which had resulted in Seti’s nose bleeding an awful lot, his father had taken him far away. He’d been forced to walk, and walk, and walk until he thought he would collapse. Where he was, Seti did not know. What he did know, was that he was by a big river and there was a weird smell that would not leave his nostrils. This oddly hypnotizing smell kept Seti from going too far, as though a magnet was rooting him to the spot. The under-nourished pup with curious blue eyes and a desire for something more still found a way to entertain himself, despite the feeling of loneliness that was slowly creeping over him. It was light out yet, which was fortunate, for Seti was horribly afraid of the dark and the light kept him good company while he was alone. A substance that was white and like ice, but softer, covered the ground, and Seti enjoyed great fun playing with it, tunneling through it, rolling around in it, molding it. He had only recently begun shifting, and was still awkward with his newfound ability at best.
As he sniffed around what he did not know to be Clouded Tears borders, Seti continued to play alone in the snow. All of his siblings had been stillborn, leaving him the only surviving pup of his litter, and still a might small for his age. His parents had not been the best cards he could have been dealt, his father an abusive drunk and his mother a submissive, frightened young woman, too afraid to go against her mate, forced to watch her only child beaten day after day. Little did Seti know that he was blessed now, to be left far from the poor family, his father keen on never having to face the little boy again. But until he could learn to accept what was, Seti would wonder when his father was coming back to get him, after all, his last words to his son had been to stay here and not leave. |
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