06-16-2010, 04:07 PM
1.Name~Reverent
2.Character Birthday~August 8 2009
3.Weather s/he is wolf~ Wolf
4.Species~Canis Wolf
5.Gender~Female
6.A secondary form of contact~daddyslittlegirl.boo@gmail.com
7.Currently played characters besides this one~None
8.How you found 'Souls~Glaiven
Initial Post~
She ran through the forest in her lupis form, sniffing the air for a certain scent. A while ago, she had caught the smell of wolves, and a lot of them. Following the scent, she remembered the events that had brought her here. Reverent's history is filled with sorrow. Her father left her mother before she was born; she doesn't know where he is or whether he is alive. When she was three months old, her mother died giving birth to her little brother.Young and already grieving, Reverent took care of the little wolf, Asthen, as best as she could. It all went well until the first forest fire of the season. Reverent was out hunting, when she suddenly smelled smoke. Rushing back to the den she had made for themselves, she stopped short as she saw the charred remains of the grass and leaves that had concealed it. Asthen was dead. Now she is truly alone, and is looking for a pack or a family. She came to a clearing that she could tell was a border of some sort to a territory. She went to the middle of it and stood, ears forward, waiting on the strangers to return. Eyes emotionless and body stone still.
2.Character Birthday~August 8 2009
3.Weather s/he is wolf~ Wolf
4.Species~Canis Wolf
5.Gender~Female
6.A secondary form of contact~daddyslittlegirl.boo@gmail.com
7.Currently played characters besides this one~None
8.How you found 'Souls~Glaiven
Initial Post~
She ran through the forest in her lupis form, sniffing the air for a certain scent. A while ago, she had caught the smell of wolves, and a lot of them. Following the scent, she remembered the events that had brought her here. Reverent's history is filled with sorrow. Her father left her mother before she was born; she doesn't know where he is or whether he is alive. When she was three months old, her mother died giving birth to her little brother.Young and already grieving, Reverent took care of the little wolf, Asthen, as best as she could. It all went well until the first forest fire of the season. Reverent was out hunting, when she suddenly smelled smoke. Rushing back to the den she had made for themselves, she stopped short as she saw the charred remains of the grass and leaves that had concealed it. Asthen was dead. Now she is truly alone, and is looking for a pack or a family. She came to a clearing that she could tell was a border of some sort to a territory. She went to the middle of it and stood, ears forward, waiting on the strangers to return. Eyes emotionless and body stone still.