2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 13, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: 75% Coyote/25% New Guinea Singing Dog
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM = slvrwolf425
7. Currently played characters: None
8. How you found 'Souls: I've been here before but couldn't resist being away any longer. Plus J helped too. So you could say he's the reason I'm back :3
9. Initial post:
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Alone. He was alone as he traveled to his destination. After the death of his mother, he decided to seek out his father. Perhaps he would find his brother/cousin as well. Despite being afraid of him, he was the only one he trusted—not counting his sisters. He was only nine months old and yet, his body is decorated with scars. It was a miracle that the scratch on his left eye didn't blind him. However, the damage on his throat left him a mute. As he ambled along, with his club on his back, he blew raspberries. It was something he did often, like someone finding enjoyment in humming a tune. The sound didn't carry too far but if someone was close, they may hear it faintly. His eyes studied everything he could see. He was cautious by nature due to his upbringing. The sun shined down on his orange and cream coat, offering it's light and warmth.
Continuing to blow raspberries, adding noise to the quietness, his stubble of a tail laid limp. His face was in a scowl and there were no plans in changing it. He knew his father was where he was headed, it was just a matter of finding him. He wondered what would happen if he saw Izaak again. They were separated after their mother's death. Soon, a bird flew from a tree as he passed it. His working ear pivoted slightly out of reaction and his step hesitated. His ruby eyes locked onto it and watched as it flew away. He was deep in thought about many things that the sudden sound of flapping wings made him alert.
It wasn't long before he found the border of Inferni. The line, which was decorated with skulls, made it clear that he had made it. He chose not to carelessly cross the border. Instead, he stared at the skulls that seem to look back at him. He had no verbal way of letting others know he was there so he sat Indian style and stared at one of the skulls before him. With a frown still on his face, he continued to blow raspberries as he waited with his eyes glued on the figure.
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