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— Character Name: Niir Ráksha
— Character Birthdate (including year): June 2008
— Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
— Species: Coyote Hybrid
— Gender: Female
— A secondary form of contact: hady.fang@hotmail.com">shady.fang@hotmail.com
— How you found 'Souls: I KEEP COMING BACK?!
— Initial post:
It was late, and it certainly wasn’t getting any earlier. Everything around her seemed to be moving, swaying precariously back and forth. It was making her nauseous. To bring her focus forward, the small hybrid shook the half-crushed canteen in her left hand, listening to the slosh of what little water was left inside. She dared not drink it, keeping it away from her lips for as long as she possibly could, unsure as to when she would cross another source of fresh water. She glanced up quietly, icy eyes noting how far the sun had fallen from its high point to beneath the thickest of the clouds, and she knew that twilight would be upon her soon. She needed a place to rest.
Niir raised her slouching shoulders, empowering her mentality and pressing herself forward without any verbal coaxing. She slipped through the trees, a ghostly gray figure moving as silently as the freshly fallen snow would allow. It was perhaps a blessing that it wasn’t snowing at this exact moment, considering that she’d find it fairly difficult to locate shelter for the time being if it was. She attributed this fact to the gods, and how they kept a watchful eye over her as she continuously prayed to them for mercy. With her growing beliefs, it was no wonder that she couldn’t help but take it as an omen when she saw the skull of a wolf mounted on a spear.
A wolf: the very species that sometimes scorned her hybrid-blood and didn’t appreciate their canine brethren that were like herself. She had run into plenty wolves who felt like this, and though she didn’t often reciprocate the bad sentiment, she would never forget the larger canines that hated a part of her she had no control over. She drew her fingers softly over the skull, brushing off the thin layer of snow that had accumulated there. She wondered who had done this; who had such hatred for wolves? Not that she at all blamed them.
She could scent coyote, a powerful, musky border along this stake and far beyond it. A pack had done this and represented this monstrosity? Niir couldn’t say that she’d do it herself, but she didn’t disapprove of the measures. She pressed her nose tenderly to the nose of the extinct wolf, closed her eyes and smiled.
— Character Name: Niir Ráksha
— Character Birthdate (including year): June 2008
— Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
— Species: Coyote Hybrid
— Gender: Female
— A secondary form of contact: hady.fang@hotmail.com">shady.fang@hotmail.com
— How you found 'Souls: I KEEP COMING BACK?!
— Initial post:
It was late, and it certainly wasn’t getting any earlier. Everything around her seemed to be moving, swaying precariously back and forth. It was making her nauseous. To bring her focus forward, the small hybrid shook the half-crushed canteen in her left hand, listening to the slosh of what little water was left inside. She dared not drink it, keeping it away from her lips for as long as she possibly could, unsure as to when she would cross another source of fresh water. She glanced up quietly, icy eyes noting how far the sun had fallen from its high point to beneath the thickest of the clouds, and she knew that twilight would be upon her soon. She needed a place to rest.
Niir raised her slouching shoulders, empowering her mentality and pressing herself forward without any verbal coaxing. She slipped through the trees, a ghostly gray figure moving as silently as the freshly fallen snow would allow. It was perhaps a blessing that it wasn’t snowing at this exact moment, considering that she’d find it fairly difficult to locate shelter for the time being if it was. She attributed this fact to the gods, and how they kept a watchful eye over her as she continuously prayed to them for mercy. With her growing beliefs, it was no wonder that she couldn’t help but take it as an omen when she saw the skull of a wolf mounted on a spear.
A wolf: the very species that sometimes scorned her hybrid-blood and didn’t appreciate their canine brethren that were like herself. She had run into plenty wolves who felt like this, and though she didn’t often reciprocate the bad sentiment, she would never forget the larger canines that hated a part of her she had no control over. She drew her fingers softly over the skull, brushing off the thin layer of snow that had accumulated there. She wondered who had done this; who had such hatred for wolves? Not that she at all blamed them.
She could scent coyote, a powerful, musky border along this stake and far beyond it. A pack had done this and represented this monstrosity? Niir couldn’t say that she’d do it herself, but she didn’t disapprove of the measures. She pressed her nose tenderly to the nose of the extinct wolf, closed her eyes and smiled.
What you deserved,she murmured into it’s face and then began to quietly pray for the poor soul lost at the hands of such gloriously devious coyotes.
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