06-04-2010, 04:22 PM
1. Character Name: Tâmara Higgens
2. Character Birthdate (including year): April's 22th of 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Wolf/coyote/etc mutt (check her history)
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact: PM or E-mail
7. Currently played characters:
8. How you found 'Souls: I played Catherine Joily/Attila Aston/Louis Bennson
Ooc: She is on the Whisper Beach territories, and I'm sorry for the sucky thread... not much muse today x.x
"Tip, tap, tip, tap," went her paws, one after the other, as she walked. A reddish form moved slowly as her black socked paws pushed her body forward. The bag wrapped on her back with a extremely rustic rope wasn't all that heavy, but she had walked almost a mile that day, and her muscles were sore after walking so much.
Finding that the unfamiliar forest was becoming scarce, she thought she would soon find a clearing, but instead she found a beach. The feeling of the sand on her pads were numbing and brought memories of when her pack would have to walk around in the wetlands and some sand benches could be found here and there. The usually poker faced woman allowed hereself a soft smile creep on her lips, making the marking on her nose shift upwards a bit.
The beach was terribly silent and was almost like a plain. Almost creepy how silent it was. She shrugged and prepared to camp near the outskirts. She took off the bag from her back, gathered some drift wood here and there, put them together and used her flint rocks to start the fire. At first, a heavy smoke pilar rose up, but it soon faded off. She didn't mind much; there were so many other canines around that she was certain to find them sooner or later. Now focused once again at her chores, she toook off her dagger from the holder and started to work on a hammock. She cut some easily-bent branches and used her rope to tie them between two trees. After making the base, she took some fallen leaves and places over them, to make them more soft.
Happy with her work, she climbed on to her rather rustic bed and thought about reading a bit, but it was just too silent. Almost like mother Nature had became mute. It was creepying her out.
She reached to her guitar and affinated the chords before beginning. The mutt just allowed herself to let her fingers free to play what they wished. Soon, the beach and the forest outskirts were filled with the music, a mix of rock and country.
Amethyst purple eyes glimmered in the warm light of the flames, and the afternoon soon became evening. Her back layed on the tree's warm trunk, so she could watch the wakening stars. Yes, it was definetly different from the sky from her home. Yet, still as beautiful.
"Oh, Mother Moon and Brother Wind, guide me through the lonely night and the wary days to where I belong. To where I belo~ng..." She sang, making up the music as the notes strolled softly through the warm and wet air of the night.
2. Character Birthdate (including year): April's 22th of 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Wolf/coyote/etc mutt (check her history)
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact: PM or E-mail
7. Currently played characters:
8. How you found 'Souls: I played Catherine Joily/Attila Aston/Louis Bennson
Ooc: She is on the Whisper Beach territories, and I'm sorry for the sucky thread... not much muse today x.x
"Tip, tap, tip, tap," went her paws, one after the other, as she walked. A reddish form moved slowly as her black socked paws pushed her body forward. The bag wrapped on her back with a extremely rustic rope wasn't all that heavy, but she had walked almost a mile that day, and her muscles were sore after walking so much.
Finding that the unfamiliar forest was becoming scarce, she thought she would soon find a clearing, but instead she found a beach. The feeling of the sand on her pads were numbing and brought memories of when her pack would have to walk around in the wetlands and some sand benches could be found here and there. The usually poker faced woman allowed hereself a soft smile creep on her lips, making the marking on her nose shift upwards a bit.
The beach was terribly silent and was almost like a plain. Almost creepy how silent it was. She shrugged and prepared to camp near the outskirts. She took off the bag from her back, gathered some drift wood here and there, put them together and used her flint rocks to start the fire. At first, a heavy smoke pilar rose up, but it soon faded off. She didn't mind much; there were so many other canines around that she was certain to find them sooner or later. Now focused once again at her chores, she toook off her dagger from the holder and started to work on a hammock. She cut some easily-bent branches and used her rope to tie them between two trees. After making the base, she took some fallen leaves and places over them, to make them more soft.
Happy with her work, she climbed on to her rather rustic bed and thought about reading a bit, but it was just too silent. Almost like mother Nature had became mute. It was creepying her out.
She reached to her guitar and affinated the chords before beginning. The mutt just allowed herself to let her fingers free to play what they wished. Soon, the beach and the forest outskirts were filled with the music, a mix of rock and country.
Amethyst purple eyes glimmered in the warm light of the flames, and the afternoon soon became evening. Her back layed on the tree's warm trunk, so she could watch the wakening stars. Yes, it was definetly different from the sky from her home. Yet, still as beautiful.
"Oh, Mother Moon and Brother Wind, guide me through the lonely night and the wary days to where I belong. To where I belo~ng..." She sang, making up the music as the notes strolled softly through the warm and wet air of the night.