07-30-2009, 08:26 PM
Character Name:
Merilin Ethuil
Character Birthdate (including year):
November 13, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci:
regular
Species:
Canis Latrans
Gender:
Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
cutieyuhoo@hotmail.com (msnm)
How you found 'Souls:
I found ‘Souls from Requiem, who is my twin
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The waxing moon hung low in the sky, the stars twinkling nearby, as if protectively. It was an unusually cool night. The breeze rustled the leaves, adding a new part to the symphony of the waves of the bay. The dark waters lapped at the sands, always hungry. It was strangely quiet, here on the beach, and the earth seemed to sigh with anticipation. As the waves continued to bring and sweep the sands away, further sculpting the shoreline, something much heavier than water or sand brushed the shore until it was finally spit up. A dark mound lay there, and the moon, curious, shed some light onto the thing.
It was wet, unmoving. Even in the silvery light of the moon, the russet tones of the creature’s fur could be seen, shimmering with moisture. The body was lithe, smaller than a wolf, though it seemed to resemble one. It was hard to tell what it was exactly, for even beneath the light of the waxing moon, the thing was still just a slightly colorful pile of fur. And it seemed that it was dead, for it lay there for such a long time…
Suddenly, there was a shudder. Water sputtered from a maw filled with sharp, shining teeth. The thing struggled for a moment as it attempted to stand. With minimal stumbling, it finally rose to its feet, in its stance its weariness apparent. The thing was now identified as a coyote, still somewhat young, a female. She tried to shake the water from her fur, but her energy was scarce and she could hardly complete the action. For now, she would have to be cold; hopefully the son would come for her soon. Brilliant blue eyes, dulled by fatigue gazed up at the moon apologetically, for although beautiful, it was at the moment of no help to the creature. The coyote exhaled, a wet and heavy sound. Slowly, and with great effort, those small paws lifted and began to drag itself away from the waters from which she had come.
The moonlight caught a new color, more brilliant and disturbing than the others. The deep crimson hues of blood. It trickled down the coyote’s head from some would obscured by fur. She seemed unaware. The blue eyes stared, unseeing, as the coyote moved through some miraculous effort. For a while, she wandered about aimlessly, seeing nothing, smelling nothing, hearing nothing. This continued until her eyes suddenly became aware and the feet suddenly ceased to move. She was staring straight at a pole.
The weary coyote cocked it’s head, confused, then gazed up, following the pole up, up, up until it came to its end at the base of a canine skull. The bright eyes widened, staring both curiously and blankly at the white bone glimmering in the moonlight. Soon, as is common with those who gaze up for too long a time, the coyote became dizzy. She swayed to and fro, too stupid to look down and collect herself, and fell. The contact extracted a small squeak from her and her eyes darkened, closing as she finally fainted. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue rolling out to rest on the dry ground. A final sigh escaped as she fell into unconsciousness.
Merilin Ethuil
Character Birthdate (including year):
November 13, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci:
regular
Species:
Canis Latrans
Gender:
Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
cutieyuhoo@hotmail.com (msnm)
How you found 'Souls:
I found ‘Souls from Requiem, who is my twin
___________________
The waxing moon hung low in the sky, the stars twinkling nearby, as if protectively. It was an unusually cool night. The breeze rustled the leaves, adding a new part to the symphony of the waves of the bay. The dark waters lapped at the sands, always hungry. It was strangely quiet, here on the beach, and the earth seemed to sigh with anticipation. As the waves continued to bring and sweep the sands away, further sculpting the shoreline, something much heavier than water or sand brushed the shore until it was finally spit up. A dark mound lay there, and the moon, curious, shed some light onto the thing.
It was wet, unmoving. Even in the silvery light of the moon, the russet tones of the creature’s fur could be seen, shimmering with moisture. The body was lithe, smaller than a wolf, though it seemed to resemble one. It was hard to tell what it was exactly, for even beneath the light of the waxing moon, the thing was still just a slightly colorful pile of fur. And it seemed that it was dead, for it lay there for such a long time…
Suddenly, there was a shudder. Water sputtered from a maw filled with sharp, shining teeth. The thing struggled for a moment as it attempted to stand. With minimal stumbling, it finally rose to its feet, in its stance its weariness apparent. The thing was now identified as a coyote, still somewhat young, a female. She tried to shake the water from her fur, but her energy was scarce and she could hardly complete the action. For now, she would have to be cold; hopefully the son would come for her soon. Brilliant blue eyes, dulled by fatigue gazed up at the moon apologetically, for although beautiful, it was at the moment of no help to the creature. The coyote exhaled, a wet and heavy sound. Slowly, and with great effort, those small paws lifted and began to drag itself away from the waters from which she had come.
The moonlight caught a new color, more brilliant and disturbing than the others. The deep crimson hues of blood. It trickled down the coyote’s head from some would obscured by fur. She seemed unaware. The blue eyes stared, unseeing, as the coyote moved through some miraculous effort. For a while, she wandered about aimlessly, seeing nothing, smelling nothing, hearing nothing. This continued until her eyes suddenly became aware and the feet suddenly ceased to move. She was staring straight at a pole.
The weary coyote cocked it’s head, confused, then gazed up, following the pole up, up, up until it came to its end at the base of a canine skull. The bright eyes widened, staring both curiously and blankly at the white bone glimmering in the moonlight. Soon, as is common with those who gaze up for too long a time, the coyote became dizzy. She swayed to and fro, too stupid to look down and collect herself, and fell. The contact extracted a small squeak from her and her eyes darkened, closing as she finally fainted. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue rolling out to rest on the dry ground. A final sigh escaped as she fell into unconsciousness.