01-20-2010, 11:04 AM
1. Character Name: Levi Donahue
2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 2, 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
4. Species: Arctic Wolf
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). squirligirl
7. How you found 'Souls: I play Andrea Newton
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The midday sun shone brightly overhead. The snow gleamed in patches through the treetops, while other parts of the snow-covered ground were cast in shadow. It made for a mottled pattern atop the white forest floor.
The few birds that had not flown to a warmer climate during the icy winter months sounded shrilly in the branches high overhead. Their calls echoed lightly down to the ground, alerting the figure of their presence.
“Come on, Bud. Move your ass.” A lone white werewolf stood surrounded by several trees. On his back he had a large rucksack, with a bedroll tied to the top. A large, handcrafted wooden cart sat nearby, the two large wheels as tall as his thigh. The cart was currently leaning forward, the two long hookup shafts supporting it against the ground.
The being to which the wolf was addressing was a large Clydesdale stallion. He had his head lowered to the river they had stopped next to, taking in long swallows of the cold water. His normally short, sleek fur had grown out slightly to accommodate the winter months; it was deep mahogany in color. His large, feathered feet were snow white, and his dinner plate sized hooves were black. The large draft’s main and tail were dark brown, almost black, and were cropped short.
The large beast raised his head, water dripping from his mouth. He snorted and lowered it again to drink. The white wolf scowled but let it go for now. The large horse had done his fair share of work, pulling the cart carrying their supplies in their travels.
A second horse bumped the male wolf in the shoulder. He turned, and smiled at the mare. She was a pretty appaloosa, much smaller than the giant Bud. Her hair had grown out for winter like the stallions’, but it was much different in color. She was light brown, with patches of white scattered along her rump. Darker brown spots laid over the white. Three of her legs were dark brown, ending in even darker hooves. Her front left leg was white.
“Hey, Kaya girl.” Levi murmured, stroking her soft forelock that rested on her forehead. She nickered softly, butting her head into his hand. The white wolf had been riding her on and off since the start of their journey.
Levi walked over to the large stallion, who had stopped drinking and stood next to the rushing water. As Levi reached up to grab his halter, the horse jerked out of the way and trotted a small distance away, his eyes lit up with amusement. The wolf chuckled softly before shrugging and turning his back to the horse.
Almost immediately, the sound of heavy feet walking towards him made the wolf smile. The warm breath of the horse against the back of his neck made him shiver before turning and petting the stallion’s sot, velvety nose. “Come on, you.” He grabbed hold of the halter and led him back to the cart, strapping it to the large body.
With one last look around the streambed, the white male heaved himself, bareback, onto the pretty mare. He clucked his tongue softly, and she started forward. Levi’s horses were trained in such a way that they needed no saddles or reins. The slightest touch on either side of their neck, near their withers, was a signal for them to turn that way. The longer and more persistent the touch, the more they turned. The young man felt it made for a better relationship between rider and steed; it required absolute trust in the other.
The small group made their way down through the trees, weaving in and out among them slowly. They had been at this sort of wandering for days, weeks even, trying to find a new place to call home. They had found several packs, yes. But most had turned him down on the spot because of his horses. And Levi would rather die than have to live without his horses, or even horses in general. He had been raised around them, almost raised by a horse. They were something he knew.
They stopped next to a fence. It stretched down through the trees; so far that Levi could not see an end to it. A little farther down, there was a break in the wall of wooden posts. He urged the horses forward, towards the opening. It was wide, big enough to allow him on Kaya and Bud next to him to pass through side by side.
But the scent coming from inside the gate stopped him in his tracks. It was the scents of many, many wolves, male and female. It must be another pack, he thought. The young man swung his leg over the side of the mare and hopped down to the ground. He walked forward, not taking a step into the territory.
Standing just before the gap in the fence, The white wolf let loose a howl, cupping his hands to his mouth as he did so. The sound rose, hovered in the air for a brief moment, and then fell. The silence immediately after the call was a little shocking to Levi, but he shook it off. He would have to wait it out, and what better way to wait for an undetermined time then to tend to the horses?
He turned around and walked back to the two beasts, patting Kaya as he passed her. In the kart that Bud was pulling, there was a large bag of grain. He untied the top of the bag and pulled out the two feedbags, filling them up as he did so. Once they were filled, he walked back to the mare and brought it to her muzzle, chuckling as she lipped the bag. Tying the strings behind her ears, he walked to where Bud stood waiting, his large ears perked as he waited for his. The white male tied his behind his ears as well before settling down next to the cart, his legs crossed in front of him.
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2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 2, 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
4. Species: Arctic Wolf
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). squirligirl
7. How you found 'Souls: I play Andrea Newton
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hello! 8) - wc: 1,018
The midday sun shone brightly overhead. The snow gleamed in patches through the treetops, while other parts of the snow-covered ground were cast in shadow. It made for a mottled pattern atop the white forest floor.
The few birds that had not flown to a warmer climate during the icy winter months sounded shrilly in the branches high overhead. Their calls echoed lightly down to the ground, alerting the figure of their presence.
“Come on, Bud. Move your ass.” A lone white werewolf stood surrounded by several trees. On his back he had a large rucksack, with a bedroll tied to the top. A large, handcrafted wooden cart sat nearby, the two large wheels as tall as his thigh. The cart was currently leaning forward, the two long hookup shafts supporting it against the ground.
The being to which the wolf was addressing was a large Clydesdale stallion. He had his head lowered to the river they had stopped next to, taking in long swallows of the cold water. His normally short, sleek fur had grown out slightly to accommodate the winter months; it was deep mahogany in color. His large, feathered feet were snow white, and his dinner plate sized hooves were black. The large draft’s main and tail were dark brown, almost black, and were cropped short.
The large beast raised his head, water dripping from his mouth. He snorted and lowered it again to drink. The white wolf scowled but let it go for now. The large horse had done his fair share of work, pulling the cart carrying their supplies in their travels.
A second horse bumped the male wolf in the shoulder. He turned, and smiled at the mare. She was a pretty appaloosa, much smaller than the giant Bud. Her hair had grown out for winter like the stallions’, but it was much different in color. She was light brown, with patches of white scattered along her rump. Darker brown spots laid over the white. Three of her legs were dark brown, ending in even darker hooves. Her front left leg was white.
“Hey, Kaya girl.” Levi murmured, stroking her soft forelock that rested on her forehead. She nickered softly, butting her head into his hand. The white wolf had been riding her on and off since the start of their journey.
Levi walked over to the large stallion, who had stopped drinking and stood next to the rushing water. As Levi reached up to grab his halter, the horse jerked out of the way and trotted a small distance away, his eyes lit up with amusement. The wolf chuckled softly before shrugging and turning his back to the horse.
Almost immediately, the sound of heavy feet walking towards him made the wolf smile. The warm breath of the horse against the back of his neck made him shiver before turning and petting the stallion’s sot, velvety nose. “Come on, you.” He grabbed hold of the halter and led him back to the cart, strapping it to the large body.
With one last look around the streambed, the white male heaved himself, bareback, onto the pretty mare. He clucked his tongue softly, and she started forward. Levi’s horses were trained in such a way that they needed no saddles or reins. The slightest touch on either side of their neck, near their withers, was a signal for them to turn that way. The longer and more persistent the touch, the more they turned. The young man felt it made for a better relationship between rider and steed; it required absolute trust in the other.
The small group made their way down through the trees, weaving in and out among them slowly. They had been at this sort of wandering for days, weeks even, trying to find a new place to call home. They had found several packs, yes. But most had turned him down on the spot because of his horses. And Levi would rather die than have to live without his horses, or even horses in general. He had been raised around them, almost raised by a horse. They were something he knew.
They stopped next to a fence. It stretched down through the trees; so far that Levi could not see an end to it. A little farther down, there was a break in the wall of wooden posts. He urged the horses forward, towards the opening. It was wide, big enough to allow him on Kaya and Bud next to him to pass through side by side.
But the scent coming from inside the gate stopped him in his tracks. It was the scents of many, many wolves, male and female. It must be another pack, he thought. The young man swung his leg over the side of the mare and hopped down to the ground. He walked forward, not taking a step into the territory.
Standing just before the gap in the fence, The white wolf let loose a howl, cupping his hands to his mouth as he did so. The sound rose, hovered in the air for a brief moment, and then fell. The silence immediately after the call was a little shocking to Levi, but he shook it off. He would have to wait it out, and what better way to wait for an undetermined time then to tend to the horses?
He turned around and walked back to the two beasts, patting Kaya as he passed her. In the kart that Bud was pulling, there was a large bag of grain. He untied the top of the bag and pulled out the two feedbags, filling them up as he did so. Once they were filled, he walked back to the mare and brought it to her muzzle, chuckling as she lipped the bag. Tying the strings behind her ears, he walked to where Bud stood waiting, his large ears perked as he waited for his. The white male tied his behind his ears as well before settling down next to the cart, his legs crossed in front of him.
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