1. Character Name: Caspa Al-Fateh
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 6/3/2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci (Ortus)
4. Species: 50% Eastern Timber Wolf, 50% Domestic Dog
5. Gender: Female
6. Currently played characters: None
7. How you found 'Souls: It went something like Midnight Velvet -> Northern Epic -> Here! Been lurking ever since, haven't really done much IC though, but had forum withdrawals and here I am.
8. Initial post:
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The speed with which the snows came didn't tell her much from experience, but plenty from acquired knowledge. A hard winter often meant a short summer, and that meant trouble for plants and the animals that fed on them. Caspa knew she didn't have too many more days walking in her, and just staying alive in the blizzards had taken most of her reserves. But she was resourceful and had paced herself with a wisdom beyond her years. Her one mistake had been trying to shelter in a towering mountain range, and finding herself lost in a maze of sharp-toothed cliffs and ravines. There was shelter, but she had found her way out blocked by drifts and ice and had been forced to follow a narrow and dangerous pass through to the other side. It didn't look like there was likely to be many easy routes back, so it had seemed best to just keep going south.
The rangy young mutt wore a long leather jacket, sleeveless, and a long leather satchel on her shoulders. Another layer of sheep wool gilet-style garment kept her from freezing totally, but she also had to keep moving. To sit or rest was to shiver miserably and stiffen up. So she passed the days, travelling tirelessly up slippery hill and down snow-drifted dale, often under a bare-branched forest canopy now. Her infrequent meals were generally a skin-and-bone rodent or carrion crow, itself become carrion in the cold and bleak weather. Her only route plan involved changing direction whenever she felt she was getting too near the mountains or open land. She was stronger than she looked - she had the hybrid vigour, and the endurance of any hound, although the hope of spring seemed gone for good. Like every other day she kept going as the sun slowly fell behind her; without a trace of its approaching summer cheer it was silver and cold through the high-lying cloud cover. Amazing what difference it made even so. The night temperatures grew severe, and Caspa couldn't face stopping to sleep, knowing all that waited that way was bitter cold induced by slowing circulation. She soon found herself navigating mostly by feel a path through the large trunks.
Dawn found her still walking.The sun was on her left now, so goodness knows which way she'd been headed all night. Being lost didn't trouble her. She had a day or two of endurance left, and to show stamina and optimism against all odds was a good test of her spirit and fortitude. The going was slushy now - at last the daylight hours were beginning to bring thaw, and now and then a wet thump announced a tree branch depositing its load. They must be only a few weeks off the warm weather now, though she didn't know the climate of this land, and she suspected she was further from home than she knew. No going back now, the simple fact was she must find somewhere to stop soon. When she came across a series of wolf trails her relief didn't show, but it was strong. She was nearing claimed lands, she must be. The knowledge put the spring into her step that was missing from the sky. Upon reaching the border the lanky wolf stopped, put down her pack and gave a low howl, which even to her own ears sounded a little more mournful than expected. It had been a very long journey. |
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