08-07-2009, 07:42 PM
Mason Alexandre Hesiod.
May 17, 2009.
Male.
Coyote/Wolf Hybrid.
Luperci from birth.
gwendolynsflight (AIM).
I also play Geneva.
The coyote boy had traveled for a while, and now he found himself tired and worn out. He could no longer accurately tell the time of day. It had been raining for quite some time at this point. In fact, it had rained every day since he had arrived around this part of the land. It was hard for the boy to discern which way he was traveling. Mason would try to use his sense of smell, but he found that the rain made him mixed up. At certain points, all he could smell was the musk of the atmosphere. Still, resolute, he rose every day, sopping wet and tried to find his way.
Although he was young, the sandy colored pup was logical. It had been weeks - a considerable span of time in his short life - since he had seen his parents. It did not make sense that he would find them again, although he would have liked to. The world was wider than he ever could have imagined, and he felt as though he had already taken a thousand steps. Even if he took a thousand more, the chances of running across his family were slim to none. And so he had revised his goals in traveling. If he could not find his parents, he would instead seek the company of others in order to grow, to live, and to succeed. All he knew was that he did not want to be alone.
The terrain had changed, and now the he trod over gritty sand. He hunched his shoulders resolutely. His coyote heritage was evident in his features and in the sandy colors of his pelt, but he was larger than a coyote pup would be at this point, a nod to his wolf heritage. The boy was a mixed breed. His yellow eyes flashed like gold coins as he put his nose to the ground and breathed in what he believed were the scents of others - others like him. There was something distinctive about the scent that triggered recognition in his brain and made his blood race. The pup hunched his shoulders as rain continued to splattered against his head, and he waited on the spot, lest the scent escape him.
May 17, 2009.
Male.
Coyote/Wolf Hybrid.
Luperci from birth.
gwendolynsflight (AIM).
I also play Geneva.
The coyote boy had traveled for a while, and now he found himself tired and worn out. He could no longer accurately tell the time of day. It had been raining for quite some time at this point. In fact, it had rained every day since he had arrived around this part of the land. It was hard for the boy to discern which way he was traveling. Mason would try to use his sense of smell, but he found that the rain made him mixed up. At certain points, all he could smell was the musk of the atmosphere. Still, resolute, he rose every day, sopping wet and tried to find his way.
Although he was young, the sandy colored pup was logical. It had been weeks - a considerable span of time in his short life - since he had seen his parents. It did not make sense that he would find them again, although he would have liked to. The world was wider than he ever could have imagined, and he felt as though he had already taken a thousand steps. Even if he took a thousand more, the chances of running across his family were slim to none. And so he had revised his goals in traveling. If he could not find his parents, he would instead seek the company of others in order to grow, to live, and to succeed. All he knew was that he did not want to be alone.
The terrain had changed, and now the he trod over gritty sand. He hunched his shoulders resolutely. His coyote heritage was evident in his features and in the sandy colors of his pelt, but he was larger than a coyote pup would be at this point, a nod to his wolf heritage. The boy was a mixed breed. His yellow eyes flashed like gold coins as he put his nose to the ground and breathed in what he believed were the scents of others - others like him. There was something distinctive about the scent that triggered recognition in his brain and made his blood race. The pup hunched his shoulders as rain continued to splattered against his head, and he waited on the spot, lest the scent escape him.