08-07-2010, 03:42 PM
1.Character Name: Ife Yahimba
2.Character Birthdate: August 12 2007
3.Luperci?: Luperci Ortus
4.Species: Black-Backed Jackal
5.Gender: Female
6.A secondary form of contact: Email: jade_lion248@yahoo.ca
7.Currently played characters: Ife is my first character here
8.How you found 'Souls: http://roleplaying.top-site-list.com/
9.Initial post:
Mouth-watering scents drifted from an earth coloured clay pot as it's lid was removed. The jackal optime's hands were covered with thick wool gloves in order to handle the piping hot dish and one was removed before she reached for a wooden ladle. Her long golden mane was pulled back into a french braid and the short luperci was kneeling near the pot that was hanging over an open fire pit. Dipping the ladle into the stew, she blew on the broth before taking a sip. A thoughtful look went through her brown eyes as she took another pinch of herbs and dropped it into her meal before she stirred it. Perhaps unusual to some, the goat stew had been prepared from the young kid that her doe Esi had recently given birth to. She did not currently have enough room to house more goats than she currently owned; Her four Nigerian Dwarfs barely fit into her wagon as it was, but hopefully that would change soon. As a jackal in a foreign country, despite being nearly half their average size, she was well aware that she could, and had been, easily mistaken for a coyote and considering the rumours she had heard about this place that was not a situation she wanted to be in. So, hopefully a yummy smelling meal would slow them down enough to realize that she was not a coyote. She was a jackal, damn it! It frustrated her that despite her obvious differences she was still mistaken for one of those... coyotes.
Ife had passed by the infamous Inferni territory and almost asked for a place in their clan before she quickly changed her mind. Part coyote members only aside; She didn't want part of a pack that used such... imaginative ways to mark their territory. Her large snow coloured shire horse, Abioye, neighed softly from where he was hitched to her covered wagon and shifted his weight as he waited patiently for Ife. Reminiscent of what the original human settlers had used, her wagon was about 4 feet wide, ten feet long and 9 feet tall including the wheels. What was not like the historic wagon however, were some of the materials used to make the wagon. Large, thick rubber tires salvaged from several different, relatively intact, farm tractors gave it a more modern feeling; along with a patched together plastic tarp as a covering. The majority of the wagon was made from wood she had had bought from a carpenter in her native country of Africa. Her goats were housed inside her wagon along with a spinning wheel and various supplies she had either made by hand or salvaged from a few former human settlement. Tied behind her wagon were four white llamas she had made off with about half a year ago.
Large, tawny yellow ears swivelled in different directions as she tried to pick up the sound of an approaching pack member. She was a few feet from the territory's well marked border and was eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone who lived within. Ife's slender hands ladled some stew into a clay bowl, after she was satisfied with the amount she sat down near Abioye with her legs crossed and her black tipped tail flopped out behind her. Her ears were pushed back slightly and she kept her gaze toward the ground. While she couldn't howl to announce her presence like wolves or even coyotes could, she supposed that the smell of cooking meat and smoke would do the job just as well. Usually jackals like herself would yelp loudly to call to each other but she didn't feel like having a sore throat today.
Ife had been without a pack for almost a year now and the life of a nomad didn't appeal to her anymore. So she waited. Despite her downward gaze a smile tugged at her lips and she took a sip from her bowl.
2.Character Birthdate: August 12 2007
3.Luperci?: Luperci Ortus
4.Species: Black-Backed Jackal
5.Gender: Female
6.A secondary form of contact: Email: jade_lion248@yahoo.ca
7.Currently played characters: Ife is my first character here
8.How you found 'Souls: http://roleplaying.top-site-list.com/
9.Initial post:
Mouth-watering scents drifted from an earth coloured clay pot as it's lid was removed. The jackal optime's hands were covered with thick wool gloves in order to handle the piping hot dish and one was removed before she reached for a wooden ladle. Her long golden mane was pulled back into a french braid and the short luperci was kneeling near the pot that was hanging over an open fire pit. Dipping the ladle into the stew, she blew on the broth before taking a sip. A thoughtful look went through her brown eyes as she took another pinch of herbs and dropped it into her meal before she stirred it. Perhaps unusual to some, the goat stew had been prepared from the young kid that her doe Esi had recently given birth to. She did not currently have enough room to house more goats than she currently owned; Her four Nigerian Dwarfs barely fit into her wagon as it was, but hopefully that would change soon. As a jackal in a foreign country, despite being nearly half their average size, she was well aware that she could, and had been, easily mistaken for a coyote and considering the rumours she had heard about this place that was not a situation she wanted to be in. So, hopefully a yummy smelling meal would slow them down enough to realize that she was not a coyote. She was a jackal, damn it! It frustrated her that despite her obvious differences she was still mistaken for one of those... coyotes.
Ife had passed by the infamous Inferni territory and almost asked for a place in their clan before she quickly changed her mind. Part coyote members only aside; She didn't want part of a pack that used such... imaginative ways to mark their territory. Her large snow coloured shire horse, Abioye, neighed softly from where he was hitched to her covered wagon and shifted his weight as he waited patiently for Ife. Reminiscent of what the original human settlers had used, her wagon was about 4 feet wide, ten feet long and 9 feet tall including the wheels. What was not like the historic wagon however, were some of the materials used to make the wagon. Large, thick rubber tires salvaged from several different, relatively intact, farm tractors gave it a more modern feeling; along with a patched together plastic tarp as a covering. The majority of the wagon was made from wood she had had bought from a carpenter in her native country of Africa. Her goats were housed inside her wagon along with a spinning wheel and various supplies she had either made by hand or salvaged from a few former human settlement. Tied behind her wagon were four white llamas she had made off with about half a year ago.
Large, tawny yellow ears swivelled in different directions as she tried to pick up the sound of an approaching pack member. She was a few feet from the territory's well marked border and was eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone who lived within. Ife's slender hands ladled some stew into a clay bowl, after she was satisfied with the amount she sat down near Abioye with her legs crossed and her black tipped tail flopped out behind her. Her ears were pushed back slightly and she kept her gaze toward the ground. While she couldn't howl to announce her presence like wolves or even coyotes could, she supposed that the smell of cooking meat and smoke would do the job just as well. Usually jackals like herself would yelp loudly to call to each other but she didn't feel like having a sore throat today.
Ife had been without a pack for almost a year now and the life of a nomad didn't appeal to her anymore. So she waited. Despite her downward gaze a smile tugged at her lips and she took a sip from her bowl.