07-30-2009, 04:23 PM
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1. Character Name: Urma
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 22nd of May 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Verto
4. Species: Arctic Wolf
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): divine_elocution@yahoo.com
7. How you found 'Souls: Returning
8. Initial post: It had been a long time since her paws had tread on this path. Although her steps were hesitant, her heart knew the way and recited it to her like a long forgotten lullaby. The weather was holding on well, and time didn't seem to have affected this place, as if the memories she had of it had kept it out of harm's way. She wondered whether she'd still find anyone here; the fear of disbandment surfaced in her mind, and she pushed it away, too tired from the long journey to consider the disappearance of what had never ceased to be her home. She remembered the time Shadowed Sun had disbanded right under her eyes, and how she had followed Pilot blindly, trusting him, how he had led her to Crimson Dreams. How things had changed for her there. Before she caught wind of his unexplained absence. And that night, when she had given him the violin, when they had lied down under the blooming stars, anticipating anxiously what would come. But in the end, all their dreams, they never came to be. She remembered how much the news of him missing affected her, and her resolution to leave Crimson Dreams, anguished. Time had passed, and her time alone had brought her back to where she felt she belonged to.
She stopped as she reached the boarders and reclined on her haunches, her eyes surveying the distance. Dusk was rapidly closing in on the surrounding forests, casting shadows in the grass. The soft breeze combed through her fur, and she kept her gaze on the horizon, hoping, after such a long time, that a white coat would appear against the blue of the sky. The white coat she had last touched, before having lost. For a few long minutes, Urma waited, her heart racing and her thoughts wandering, thinking whether anyone she knew would find her, whether there was anyone left from the pack she had torn herself away from. Another few minutes passed in silence, night steadily claiming the area. And then Urma lay down on her belly on the grass, lifted her head towards the sky and howled. Deep and long, so the sound of it would carry as far as the air would take it. When silence settled, she called into the surrounding darkness, "Pilot?"
1. Character Name: Urma
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 22nd of May 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Verto
4. Species: Arctic Wolf
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): divine_elocution@yahoo.com
7. How you found 'Souls: Returning
8. Initial post: It had been a long time since her paws had tread on this path. Although her steps were hesitant, her heart knew the way and recited it to her like a long forgotten lullaby. The weather was holding on well, and time didn't seem to have affected this place, as if the memories she had of it had kept it out of harm's way. She wondered whether she'd still find anyone here; the fear of disbandment surfaced in her mind, and she pushed it away, too tired from the long journey to consider the disappearance of what had never ceased to be her home. She remembered the time Shadowed Sun had disbanded right under her eyes, and how she had followed Pilot blindly, trusting him, how he had led her to Crimson Dreams. How things had changed for her there. Before she caught wind of his unexplained absence. And that night, when she had given him the violin, when they had lied down under the blooming stars, anticipating anxiously what would come. But in the end, all their dreams, they never came to be. She remembered how much the news of him missing affected her, and her resolution to leave Crimson Dreams, anguished. Time had passed, and her time alone had brought her back to where she felt she belonged to.
She stopped as she reached the boarders and reclined on her haunches, her eyes surveying the distance. Dusk was rapidly closing in on the surrounding forests, casting shadows in the grass. The soft breeze combed through her fur, and she kept her gaze on the horizon, hoping, after such a long time, that a white coat would appear against the blue of the sky. The white coat she had last touched, before having lost. For a few long minutes, Urma waited, her heart racing and her thoughts wandering, thinking whether anyone she knew would find her, whether there was anyone left from the pack she had torn herself away from. Another few minutes passed in silence, night steadily claiming the area. And then Urma lay down on her belly on the grass, lifted her head towards the sky and howled. Deep and long, so the sound of it would carry as far as the air would take it. When silence settled, she called into the surrounding darkness, "Pilot?"
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