01-27-2008, 04:24 AM
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Name: Jajuka Ur’akai
DOB: 6 July 2005
Regular wolf or a Luperci?: Luperci
E-mail: XxDragongirl@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact: AIM, MSN – same as above
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Currently a member.
He had been wandering the valley for two days, giving the area a quick look around before deciding that the place was decent enough for him to stay in. Just when Jajuka had begun tossing the idea around about joining a pack once more, he stumbled on into the valley and was presented with pack lands. Surely, fate was on the side of the Ur’akai prince. When he wanted something, he got it. Even if the discovery had simply been one of chance (oh, how unlikely that was), he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
A bit of prancing around and checking out the area had led him to find that there were multiple packs around. So, he had a choice to make, and despite his usually impatient ways, he decided to do a little recon. After all, whichever pack he chose would be his home for some time. The valley itself was interesting enough, similar to home in its diversity—but who wanted to think about the past?
No matter where he went, something seemed to draw him to this particular pack. Perhaps it was the ever-constant fog acting as a little reminder of home, or maybe even the call of the mysterious unknown that it blanketed. But the reason didn’t matter, oh no. What did matter was that Jajuka had finally arrived. Yes, they must all be so eager for him to grace them with his presence. Well, Jajuka was never one to keep the masses waiting.
Finally, after almost a year of journeying, the gold-furred wolf came to a stop along the pack borders, looking to settle down. He leaned against a bare tree, eyeing the territory for a moment before reaching into his worn travel bag. Pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, be began to smoke as he waited. A habit of travel, he liked to call it. The traveler looked around at the mist, debating whether he should announce his presence or not. After a moment he decided not to call; he’d be easy enough to spot. Sooner or later someone was bound to take notice of a scarred and tattooed stranger sticking out amongst the white of the snow. Until then, he would just have to exercise his patience.
DOB: 6 July 2005
Regular wolf or a Luperci?: Luperci
E-mail: XxDragongirl@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact: AIM, MSN – same as above
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Currently a member.
He had been wandering the valley for two days, giving the area a quick look around before deciding that the place was decent enough for him to stay in. Just when Jajuka had begun tossing the idea around about joining a pack once more, he stumbled on into the valley and was presented with pack lands. Surely, fate was on the side of the Ur’akai prince. When he wanted something, he got it. Even if the discovery had simply been one of chance (oh, how unlikely that was), he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.
A bit of prancing around and checking out the area had led him to find that there were multiple packs around. So, he had a choice to make, and despite his usually impatient ways, he decided to do a little recon. After all, whichever pack he chose would be his home for some time. The valley itself was interesting enough, similar to home in its diversity—but who wanted to think about the past?
No matter where he went, something seemed to draw him to this particular pack. Perhaps it was the ever-constant fog acting as a little reminder of home, or maybe even the call of the mysterious unknown that it blanketed. But the reason didn’t matter, oh no. What did matter was that Jajuka had finally arrived. Yes, they must all be so eager for him to grace them with his presence. Well, Jajuka was never one to keep the masses waiting.
Finally, after almost a year of journeying, the gold-furred wolf came to a stop along the pack borders, looking to settle down. He leaned against a bare tree, eyeing the territory for a moment before reaching into his worn travel bag. Pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, be began to smoke as he waited. A habit of travel, he liked to call it. The traveler looked around at the mist, debating whether he should announce his presence or not. After a moment he decided not to call; he’d be easy enough to spot. Sooner or later someone was bound to take notice of a scarred and tattooed stranger sticking out amongst the white of the snow. Until then, he would just have to exercise his patience.