2. Character Birthdate (including year): 14DEC08
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Wolf
4. Gender: Male
5. Your e-mail: afitzy4@gmail.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): itza allifitz
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Kinda here sometimes..
8. If joining OOCly, 3 examples of Role Play: IC join please!
Private, k thanks xD
It was cold. Too cold for him to sleep outside this night. He was hungry. Too hungry to survive another week without food. He was tired. And he wanted to sleep and wished to eat. There was no true hope for him. Hope did not belong in the wolf’s vocabulary and in truth he believed very little in the future. Right this moment. It was all he knew. He was cold, he was hungry.
The white male traipsed through fresh snow, his fur blending nicely with the powder that had fallen just hours prior. Yellow eyes searched the wooded landscape and black nose shifted across the ground with a hurried desperation. There were many things to examine, though of course he was propelled forward into lands unknown by his two most dire factors. The scent of wolves, all with a common cause, rose to his nostrils. A place that did not, and could not belong to him. Ears moved backwards, was he being followed? His head rose so suddenly that his entire body jolted with the surprise and the wolf looked around.
Nose feel deeply into the snow, and a growl of frustration and pain of the sudden chill rumbled in his throat. They were everywhere, their border so very close he could feel it in his bones. Again the canine picked his paws up one at a time and ventured further in to the saturated smell. It became obvious that there was a pack was just beyond his next footfalls, and the alabaster creature lifted his leg against a tree in response to the nervousness and tension the intimately-close proximity the pack had become brought him.
Then, with the notion of freezing in winter’s hold and starving the lean and ragged wolf walked smoothly and silently into a world that belonged to another.