04-11-2010, 09:02 AM
Character Name: Faolan Braeden
Character Birthdate (including year): May 20, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: Canius Lupus Ortus
Gender: Male
MSN: nighthowl18@hotmail.com
How you found 'Souls: 50 wolf rpg
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Faolan had always learned to follow the river. It was what his mother taught him when he was weary. His stomach growled hungryly. He hadn't been able to catch anything recently since he had lost his balance back in his travels and twisted his knee cap. He winced with each step but wasn't really that bothered by it. He traveled in his Optime form, accustom to what he was used to at his old pack. It was a week from the anniversy of his banishment, and he wasn't looking forward to the night terrors that seemed to follow him. He took a small wift of the area around him. Territory. He cursed inwardly. He was coming across a pack's territory. He curled his lips in pain as he moved and sat against the trunk of a near tree across the small river he had followed from the main. He placed his padded hand on his knee cap and took a breath. It had popped out of socket again after he popped it in. He knew chasing after that deer and jumping the small mound was going to screw it up. He placed his palm on one side as he did the same with his other hand. Taking a breath and held it and pushed suddenly to pop the knee cap back in place. He grunted and let out a soft whimper through his muzzle as he panted softly.
Pain seem to be his ally the past eleven months since his, as he called it, banishment. Letting out a soft sigh from his lips he glanced down at his wrist. Intertwined was a bracelte his mother made for him from their mare's mane after she past away in the first winter under Galloway's rule. His thumb ran over it gently, feeling the coarse hair prickle a little at the dead ends. He frowned, ears going back and laying on his head in a rather sad fashion. He hated to think he left his family to die at the hands of the brute. He felt weak, worthless and like a traitor. But he ran because of the fear in his mother's eyes. He remembered the times when he was younger, how she would whisper in his ear how much he looked like his father. He knew one thing, he was the only one left. ..I will get my revenge mother....I can promise you that.. He mumbled to himself, bringing his wrist to his chest and holding it there.
Along his body, his stomach was white which faded to a light brown once it reached his sides. His arms had what seemed to be a brown streak coming down, one side outlined in a black shade which went past his elbows. His legs, down to his knees where mostly a dark brown with a mixture of tan. On his head was a messing black mane. Normally he kept up with it but due to recent travel's he let it go wild. His face marking was different than most and in the dark brown was a shine of red, along with some orange near the black coloring.On his left side of his muzzle, was a small split where a scar travelled up to the bridge of his nose. Another was beofre it on the same side while a smaller one sat on the right side of his muzzle. His left eye was gashed, leaving a long scar over his eye. His eye however was able to survive the attack as he still maintains sight.His arms both have one long slash like scar starting at either his lower forearm or upper arm rotating behind and curling forward. Beneath his neck fur lay many teeth scars where he was attacked brutely by Galloway. The most prodomanate scar lays on his left hind leg right above his paw. A large chunk of skin sits scared with no fur over it. It was that same place where his skin was ripped off his body. He pulled his legs up and rested his head on his knees. For once, he'd wait for the arrival of anyone. He was tired of going at it alone.
Character Birthdate (including year): May 20, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: Canius Lupus Ortus
Gender: Male
MSN: nighthowl18@hotmail.com
How you found 'Souls: 50 wolf rpg
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Faolan had always learned to follow the river. It was what his mother taught him when he was weary. His stomach growled hungryly. He hadn't been able to catch anything recently since he had lost his balance back in his travels and twisted his knee cap. He winced with each step but wasn't really that bothered by it. He traveled in his Optime form, accustom to what he was used to at his old pack. It was a week from the anniversy of his banishment, and he wasn't looking forward to the night terrors that seemed to follow him. He took a small wift of the area around him. Territory. He cursed inwardly. He was coming across a pack's territory. He curled his lips in pain as he moved and sat against the trunk of a near tree across the small river he had followed from the main. He placed his padded hand on his knee cap and took a breath. It had popped out of socket again after he popped it in. He knew chasing after that deer and jumping the small mound was going to screw it up. He placed his palm on one side as he did the same with his other hand. Taking a breath and held it and pushed suddenly to pop the knee cap back in place. He grunted and let out a soft whimper through his muzzle as he panted softly.
Pain seem to be his ally the past eleven months since his, as he called it, banishment. Letting out a soft sigh from his lips he glanced down at his wrist. Intertwined was a bracelte his mother made for him from their mare's mane after she past away in the first winter under Galloway's rule. His thumb ran over it gently, feeling the coarse hair prickle a little at the dead ends. He frowned, ears going back and laying on his head in a rather sad fashion. He hated to think he left his family to die at the hands of the brute. He felt weak, worthless and like a traitor. But he ran because of the fear in his mother's eyes. He remembered the times when he was younger, how she would whisper in his ear how much he looked like his father. He knew one thing, he was the only one left. ..I will get my revenge mother....I can promise you that.. He mumbled to himself, bringing his wrist to his chest and holding it there.
Along his body, his stomach was white which faded to a light brown once it reached his sides. His arms had what seemed to be a brown streak coming down, one side outlined in a black shade which went past his elbows. His legs, down to his knees where mostly a dark brown with a mixture of tan. On his head was a messing black mane. Normally he kept up with it but due to recent travel's he let it go wild. His face marking was different than most and in the dark brown was a shine of red, along with some orange near the black coloring.On his left side of his muzzle, was a small split where a scar travelled up to the bridge of his nose. Another was beofre it on the same side while a smaller one sat on the right side of his muzzle. His left eye was gashed, leaving a long scar over his eye. His eye however was able to survive the attack as he still maintains sight.His arms both have one long slash like scar starting at either his lower forearm or upper arm rotating behind and curling forward. Beneath his neck fur lay many teeth scars where he was attacked brutely by Galloway. The most prodomanate scar lays on his left hind leg right above his paw. A large chunk of skin sits scared with no fur over it. It was that same place where his skin was ripped off his body. He pulled his legs up and rested his head on his knees. For once, he'd wait for the arrival of anyone. He was tired of going at it alone.