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- Kyermë - 09-23-2008 Character Name: Kyermë Character Birthdate (including year): 7/18/07 Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci Species (not applicable to canines): N/A Gender: Male Your e-mail: ilnimare@gmail.com">silnimare@gmail.com A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): N/A How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate link. Initial post: Does quantity diminish quality? Can a multitude destroy the image? Some would say so, but when you turn such questions to the stars, all must admit their beauty and gaze in wonder. The day glows with the warmth and light of the sun, a single ray of hope to guide the paths. But the night has a thousand eyes, each looking on the world with favor, glistening like jewels. Some study them, some observe them, and some, whether from inebriety or soberness, worship them. “Disya… it’a be fit ‘n frock. A stars be lightin’ a eart’ a’ight.” Odd words from an odd creature, it would seem. The one speaking such was a Luperci, brown-furred with white tips near the head. He was in the half-form, moving at the equivalent of a jog. Despite his purposeful stride, he wasn’t really interested in where he was going, as long as it led away from the coast. He saw a dense wood ahead, and made for that direction. He had heard of a pack that dwelt within, a pack with which he might find solace and forgetting. He entered the fringe of the wood, and let out a long howl, signaling his approach. He stayed near the edge, so that if the welcome wasn’t so friendly, he could flee more quickly. Trying to remember his manners, he lowered his head, ears at the side, though, whether out of disrespect or forgetfulness, he curled his tail close, not tucking it. He was willing to submit, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down. [[OOC: It's not near my best, but it's been a while since I've written.]] - Laurel Booth - 09-23-2008 [html] [/html] - Kyermë - 09-23-2008 It would seem that Kyermë’s fears were unfounded, for the only one to approach him at the wood’s edge was a rather casual-seeming optime, fully dressed. The casual tone in the other’s voice gave Kyermë courage enough to lift an eye to glance. Ee be odd, but ee a boss-man. Kyermë thought to himself. He never could understand the concept of human clothes being worn. After all, wasn’t that what their fur was for? Still, when in another’s den, his rules. After taking a pause, so as to not seem rude, Kyermë answered him. “I’a no be lookin a trouble, sa. Mi no a ‘at steppah, no. Jus’ inna crosses, see? Deh shore anna watta be mi yaad. Got a box’n wit’ sum’ady der. A stars tell mi a run, take ten toe turbo a ‘ere. I be not searching foh’a lonah’s way. Mi bruddas boot I, a so I look’a new bruddas. See it?” As he spoke, he smiled in a cordial way. Given that his right side was facing the other luperci, it showed his missing lower canine, evidence of his struggle he mentioned. While his speech may have been disorienting to some, the gist was simple: I’m alone, and I need a pack. [[OOC: It's not bad spelling, just his accent. Sorry for the trouble.]] - Laurel Booth - 09-23-2008 Not a problem. Hope the shortness is okay here too, I tend to try and make these kind of things short and sweet. *eager dance* [html] [/html] |