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- Henratha Gyrkin - 03-11-2009 Character Name: Henratha Gyrkin (Jeer-kin) Character Birthdate (including year): January 8, 2007 Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci : Luperci (ortus) Gender: Male Your e-mail: birdman.pruitt@gmail.com A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Bird Man (MSN) How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: A friend of mine by the name of Miyu ^_^ The tall male sighed, shaking his thick brown, white flecked pelt free of the chilly water that now covered it. "I knew it was going to be deeper than I thought, and what did I do? I tried to cross it anyway," the male scolded himself, as he padded away from the edge of the stream he had just swum across. Shaking his head, he attempted to somehow soothe the feeling of embarrassment he felt, despite the fact that no one was really around to see him at present. Eventually, he raised his gaze to scan the landscape he had just entered. His striking, gooseberry green eyes were now easily visible. Inhaling deeply, the wolf, named Henratha by his late parents, did his best to restrain the mixture of emotions welling up within him. Whose lands had he wandered into? The breeze gusting forth from the inner depths of the forest before him carried with it the very faint scents of others of his kind. "I suppose I should announce myself," Rath yet again thought out loud. He was unsure whether to remain in his current, lupus form, or to shift into his optime form. Having only once before encountered a pack in his travels, his understanding of pack etiquette was limited. Over and over he kept repeating to himself the rules he had learned in his puphood. Don't be rude. Respect your elders; and don't speak unless spoken too. Even his limited understanding of proper social etiquette told him that those rules were probably reserved for pups in order to teach them right from wrong, but they were his only reference point. "Well, here I go, I guess." Henratha did his best to encourage himself, even going so far as to allow his limp tail to wag a couple times. Hopefully he would make a good first impression. After his final pep-talk, the apprehensive wolf reared his head skyward and loosed a long, melodic howl. He held his cry for about four seconds before finally allowing the sound to die down. Now all that he had left to do, was wait. - Slaying the Dreamer - 03-11-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Henratha Gyrkin - 03-11-2009 Rath inhaled deeply as a large black and white wolf padded up to him across the snowy landscape. Doing his best to remember his manners, he allowed his tassle to hang almost limp, even tucking it ever so slightly. His ears were tilted backwards at a forty five degree angle with his skull. 'So that's who rules this land' he thought to himself. Allowing his gleaming green gaze to slowly travel to the large male's paws, he cleared his throat before responding, "I would like to join your pack...Dahlia de Mai was it?" He paused briefly before continuing. His apprehensions were slowly disappearing now that he had been greeted by this, seemingly friendly male. Rath couldn't help but glance at his fur as he noticed the other male looking at him. He chuckled slightly at the sight of his shaggy coat standing on end in most places. Usually it would lie right back down after he shook it, but he guessed the cold air had semi-solidified the water, making him look like a walking pin-cushion. - Slaying the Dreamer - 03-11-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Henratha Gyrkin - 03-11-2009 Rath smiled and managed to raise his gaze and actually make eye contact with the male. "I'm glad to meet you, Slay. My name is Henratha Gyrkin, but you may call me Rath if you wish. I answer to both. I come from the mountains several miles south of here. I believe they are called the Appalachians. I've been wandering for about six months in search of a place to settle down and your packlands seemed quite lovely. I'm a musician, and a woodworker of sorts. I make instruments and I have been taught through much observation and practice with my late father, rest his soul, how to use various wood carving and shaping tools, although I'm afraid I do not have any of my own at present. I could not carry all of them with me, so I left them at the old, ramshackle house I used to call home." Rath remained standing as he spoke, not yet comfortable enough to sit down and risk offending the obviously high-ranking wolf sitting down in front of him. Instead, he shook his pelt once more, although this time with more vigor. THe small ice crystals that had clung to his pelt, making his fur stand out like a porcupine, quickly broke and flung themselves in random directions. "I hope you found my brief little story informative. Sorry if any of that ice gets on you. I simply couldn't stand having my fur stand on end all over my body like that, any longer. The tingling feeling that it creates is really unpleasant," he chuckled light heartedly, his mood now decently relaxed. Slay was obviously friendly, there was no need for him to be so rigid and serious about everything anymore. - Slaying the Dreamer - 03-13-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
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- Henratha Gyrkin - 03-13-2009 Rath couldn't help but allow his bushy brown tail to wag a few times in a combination of relief and excitement. He listened carefully to everything the black and white male said to him. "Human towns? Really? I'll have to go check look around and see if I can find a place to set up shop." His somewhat low pitched, tenor-like voice held a tone of eagerness that could have likened him to a pup who had just been told he could go out on a little exploratory adventure. Turning once again to Slay, he smiled and gave a small, thankful bow, "Thank you very much, Slay. I promise I'll do my absolute best to help the pack in any way I can." He turned to pad off into the packlands of Dahlia de Mai only to stop and look back over his shoulder with an embarrassed grin on his face, his pointed ears falling back in a sheepish manner. "I just remember...I don't know where I'm going. Any chance you would be willing to show me where the town is?" He hated to admit it, but his natural sense of direction was quite out of practice and he had the unfortunate tendency to get lost. It would definitely take him time to get used to being part of a pack. Hopefully his social ignorance wouldn't get him into too much trouble. |