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Word Count: 750
o Character Name: Rosario Duran
o Character Birthdate: January 25, 2009
o Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
o Species: 100% Canas Latrans Microdon Verto
o Gender: Female
o A secondary form of contact: I don’t consistently use any IM program.
o Currently played characters: None
o How you found 'Souls: Perusing affiliate banners.
o Initial post:
A rather chilly gust of wind swept across the barren landscape, whistling in between the jagged rocks of the Waste. The sparse, yellowed shrubbery that occasionally sprouted from between the rocks rattled in the breeze as the creatures of the night chirped, croaked, hissed, and scurried along. Lazy clouds drifted across the dark sky, obscuring what would otherwise be a gorgeous view of the moon and stars. The sparse light from the hidden heavens and the shrill howls from the sudden gales lent a foreboding air to the scene.
For Rosario, however, the night held no fear. Her ocean hued orbs collected what little illumination fell from the laden clouds and seemed to radiate with their own internal source, allowing her to clearly see the terrain before her. Small, nimble pads found easy footholds among the path of craggy stone, permitting her to move with confidence. Only once did the vixen put her weight on the tip of a rock that tumbled beneath her, throwing her off balance. Rosario recovered quickly from the near-fall and reflexively glanced around to see if her blunder had been witness; of course not, she was alone. Utterly and hopelessly alone, abandoned, betrayed, outcast. A slight shiver not attributed to the chill in the air coursed down her spine as painful memories plagued her thoughts for a moment. She dispelled the unwanted emotions with a fierce shake of her crown and quickly continued on her way eastward.
The unbidden shudder reminded Rosario of the cold and she fought to keep her body from trembling in response to the constant breeze. Her pelt was short and toned lightly, not to mention her upbringing in the deserts of Mexico, and as such she was unaccustomed to the wet, frigid quality of the air here. Maybe during the day, when the sun was high in the sky to warm her, she wouldn’t feel the chill cut her all the way to her bones. On this night, though, there was nothing to do but keep moving. Rosario had heard of a coyote Luperci pack that might be able to help her become more familiar with herself and her new lifestyle, and so she had traveled for nearly a year to make it here. Despite her aversion, and even loathing, of the Luperci, she knew that on her own she would either die or lose herself.
Rosario went over the fateful conversation with a wayward bobcat that had led her to begin this journey. She tried to recall every detail he said, but it had been so long ago. One particular part of the exchange did stand out in her mind. “How,” she had asked, a skeptical look across her visage, “Will I know when I am therre?”
“Oh, you’ll know, little Luperci. You’ll know,” the bobcat had purred to her cryptically before slinking off, undoubtedly to harass some other misguided and confused Soul.
“Whateverr that mean,” Rosario growled in frustration, her R’s rolled and a Mexican accent thick in her speech. How was she expected to know when she was even close? Scent boundaries aside, that wouldn’t be readily apparent until she came upon the border itself. As if on cue, the small coyote stumbled into something that she hadn’t even noticed while deep in her musings. At first it startled her and caused her to leap back and take up a defensive stance in which she could further retreat. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was nothing to be afraid of. Well, mostly. Rosario stared curiously at the canine skull stuck upon a stake that protruded from the ground, which had eased from jagged rocks to something more sandy. The bone was bleached white from the sun and rather sinister looking with its permanently snarling countenance. It was large enough to be a wolf, she noted, and the hole where the vertebrate fused to the skull suggested Luperci origin. Hmmm... So far, so good.
“I guess this es what the old gato mean.” Rosario sat back on her petite haunches and wrapped her lengthy, voluminous tail around herself. The constant wind was carrying her scent away from the pack and, undoubtedly, would also carry away any calls she might make. Despite that, she felt it necessary to raise her muzzle to the shadowed heavens and release one short, piercing howl to alert anyone nearby of her presence. Rosario waited patiently afterwards as the gales swept across her pelt, ringing the little bell that pierced her right aud.