08-01-2010, 04:55 PM
Character Name: Larka
Character Birthdate (including year): February 15th, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
Species: Gray Wolf
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). elysebh@hotmail.com
Currently played characters: This is my first
How you found 'Souls: Google
Initial post:
Moonlight danced through the forest branches, teasing the creatures below of impending discovery. A ghost passed a babbling creek and padded softly through the refreshing liquid. Her gait was so fluid, she seemed to float above the wooded floor beneath her heavy paws and her oceanic eyes gleamed brightly in the welcoming light.
Larka knew she was on the right trail, she could sense with every fiber of her being that there was potential haven not far away. As an owl hooted at her sudden arrival her nose and ears twitched with anticipation, her stride ever increasing. At last she halted and a worn path, the scent of well-kept territory stinging her trained nose. Checking her surroundings, she excitedly lifted her great white head to the moon and sang as beautifully as the moon sings its arrival in the evening. Eager for a reply, she waited under a low thicket for her answer.
OOC: Not sure how to post a picture from my computer...
Character Birthdate (including year): February 15th, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Regular wolf
Species: Gray Wolf
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). elysebh@hotmail.com
Currently played characters: This is my first
How you found 'Souls: Google
Initial post:
Moonlight danced through the forest branches, teasing the creatures below of impending discovery. A ghost passed a babbling creek and padded softly through the refreshing liquid. Her gait was so fluid, she seemed to float above the wooded floor beneath her heavy paws and her oceanic eyes gleamed brightly in the welcoming light.
Larka knew she was on the right trail, she could sense with every fiber of her being that there was potential haven not far away. As an owl hooted at her sudden arrival her nose and ears twitched with anticipation, her stride ever increasing. At last she halted and a worn path, the scent of well-kept territory stinging her trained nose. Checking her surroundings, she excitedly lifted her great white head to the moon and sang as beautifully as the moon sings its arrival in the evening. Eager for a reply, she waited under a low thicket for her answer.
OOC: Not sure how to post a picture from my computer...