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- Hendrix Saer - 09-27-2009 1. Character Name: Hendrix Saer 2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 23, 2004 3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci 4. Gender: Male 5. Your e-mail: pepperpwnzsalt(AT)aol(DOT)com 6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM: pepperpwnzsalt 7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Geneva Stockholm/G.K. A rain-battered figure rose out of the distance during the stormy noontime. He stood upright on two feet, like the extinct race of man. In the darkness provided by the low hanging clouds, it was hard to distinguish his features. However, in the dark it was easy to see that he was far from slight of form. He had robust shoulders and a wide chest, and he stood tall in this form, at nearly seven and a half feet tall. A long braid of hair whipped behind him on the wind. When the wind died down, the plaited hair came to rest between his shoulder blades. The braid was thick, hinting at thickness and a somewhat unruly texture if his hair was to hang lose. Despite the chill of the rain on his bare shoulders, the male did not feel cold. The storm was not a warm one, but the temperature of these lands remained moderate. He had discovered that lands close to the ocean or sea tended to have moderate weather and temperatures. He appreciated this fact, because today it was his intention to find somewhere to settle. Although the rain definitely drenched the land, it was easy for the man to pick up the scents of several other wolves who lived in close proximity to one another. He came to settle at a place that he assumed was a border, judging by the thick smell that emanated from all around him. As clouds passed over the moon, his eyes flashed, a bright blue from within his shadowed face. He thought that perhaps he had caught the ghost of a scent that seemed familiar. The thought entered his mind, and her image, transparent and opaque, played in front of him for a moment before it was swept away by the howling of the wind. And so he waited, to see what he might find. - Geneva Stockholm - 09-27-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hello, bitch.
- Hendrix Saer - 09-27-2009 It was like a memory playing on an endless loop, projected into the gloom in front of him. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth was set in a tight line, a grimace as he wondered if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him. He could have sworn that he had caught her scent here, but he had dismissed it. He had thought that it had just been wishful thinking on his part. Although he did not feel lonely, he had wanted to see a familiar face. It would make sense that she had made it this far, but Hendrix had been certain that she would not settle down. "It's me," he said. His voice was deep, like the echoes in the bottom of a dark well. He moved closer and his dark sable fur melted out of the gloom, much more apparent now with her brighter outline nearby. "It's me, Gennie." He stepped closer to her, perhaps two or three feet stretched between the pair of them now. He held out his arms, his hands open and face up to show that he met no harm. And he got a closer look at the female now. She was just as he remembered her, although she seemed a little thinner, if that was possible. He could have mistaken her for someone else if it wasn't for the striking eye color. She was easily recognizable with that feature. Plus her scent was so close now. It was changed, similar to the scent of this land itself. But underneath that was that same cool scent he remembered. - Geneva Stockholm - 10-01-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Replying now, ya dumb ho.
- Hendrix Saer - 10-02-2009 Hendrix wasn't sure what to say now. One minute she was looking at him as though she had seen a ghost, and the next minute she had launched herself at him. His arms closed around her reflexively, but he held on to her loosely. His big hands rested almost awkwardly on her shoulders. It was indeed Geneva Stockholm, the woman he remembered but had not seen for nearly a year and a half at this point. She had aged and grown, but there was no mistaking her identity. Before their absence from each other's lives, Hendrix had known her as long as any other member of her family. Just as soon as she had come toward him, she had backed up to stare. Geneva had always been small, and he had always been larger than her. Despite all the time that had passed, he was reminded of old times. She was still as small and he remembered, and at the moment now she looked fragile to him. He did not want to disappoint her, but he had to tell her the truth. "I was looking for you, but I spent several weeks searching. I could not find you, or my brothers. I came across Ariana," he confided, smiling. "You are an aunt now, Gennie." He hoped that this happy news would take the deer-in-the-head-lights look off her face. Following his train of thought, he looked at Geneva once more with a new light in his eyes. The shock faded from his face and was replaced with a broad smile. He looked around behind her shoulders, as if expecting to see others coming up behind her. "Speaking of aunts...I'm an uncle now, aren't I? Where are my nieces and nephews?" He wanted so badly to see them. "Where is Jordan? Why are you out here alone?" - Geneva Stockholm - 10-09-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j19/S ... ranges.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:300px; border:1px #000000 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;"> I know I suck, but physics midterms are OVER OVER OVER. Did you pass, 'natch?
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