09-21-2010, 10:56 AM
[html]Character Name: ...Gypsy
Character Birthdate: ...April 4, 2007
Character Gender: ...Female
Character Species: ...Tibetan Wolf
Regular Wolf or Luperci: ...Luperci
Desired Profession Path, if any: ...Singer/Writer
Secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): ...[mayaminka@yahoo.com] [mayaminka@hotmail.com]
Currently played characters: ...First character
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The she-wolf traveled at the edge of the border that she scented so clearly beside her. She knew very little about this area, she was new to the territory anyways. Her maw lowered, and she snuffed at the scent markers, careful not to cross over. She knew one miss-step and she would be apologizing for the next year, if the pack didn't kill her first. Like previously mentioned, she knew nothing of the area, or the traditions of these wolves. In her many travels she had seen wolves who would kill you for simply walking beside their border.
She was a beautiful wolf, a thick cream colored under coat with a rich red brown overcoat of fur, with sprinkles of gray and black. Amber eyes glittered, a color pigment almost similar to the once usual golden eyes of the wolves before the humans left, but just a bit too brilliant to be considered natural in that time. In this time, however, it was perfectly normal. She was healthy, with a plump but sleek body, showing the telltale signs of having led a good life, with food always in reach. Muscled legs and good balance and alertness came from traveling so much, but indeed she would be the first to admit her less then satisfactory skills with the hunt.
In her right ear, on the outside edge, three small rings hooked through her ear; the top one gold, the middle silver, and the bottom bronze. Around her front left paw, three gold bracelets jangled, a soft clinky noise. For most this would not be accepted, for it would scare off prey. But she was not accustomed to hunting for herself, so why should it bother her?
She sat down, and tilted her head to the side. A short time beforehand, she had decided to join a pack. Well; here was the packlands. Time to make her move. She sighed softly and hoped the leader would believe that she was a fast learner, and that even though she couldn't hunt very well, that the skills she did have would make up for it. Taking a quick breath, she tipped her muzzle to the morning sky, and howled. Her voice rose and fell in artistic curls, soprano then alto, but never lower, beautiful and clearly trained for making art of sound.
Character Birthdate: ...April 4, 2007
Character Gender: ...Female
Character Species: ...Tibetan Wolf
Regular Wolf or Luperci: ...Luperci
Desired Profession Path, if any: ...Singer/Writer
Secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): ...[mayaminka@yahoo.com] [mayaminka@hotmail.com]
Currently played characters: ...First character
How did you hear about 'Souls?: ...Advertisement on Seven
...
The she-wolf traveled at the edge of the border that she scented so clearly beside her. She knew very little about this area, she was new to the territory anyways. Her maw lowered, and she snuffed at the scent markers, careful not to cross over. She knew one miss-step and she would be apologizing for the next year, if the pack didn't kill her first. Like previously mentioned, she knew nothing of the area, or the traditions of these wolves. In her many travels she had seen wolves who would kill you for simply walking beside their border.
She was a beautiful wolf, a thick cream colored under coat with a rich red brown overcoat of fur, with sprinkles of gray and black. Amber eyes glittered, a color pigment almost similar to the once usual golden eyes of the wolves before the humans left, but just a bit too brilliant to be considered natural in that time. In this time, however, it was perfectly normal. She was healthy, with a plump but sleek body, showing the telltale signs of having led a good life, with food always in reach. Muscled legs and good balance and alertness came from traveling so much, but indeed she would be the first to admit her less then satisfactory skills with the hunt.
In her right ear, on the outside edge, three small rings hooked through her ear; the top one gold, the middle silver, and the bottom bronze. Around her front left paw, three gold bracelets jangled, a soft clinky noise. For most this would not be accepted, for it would scare off prey. But she was not accustomed to hunting for herself, so why should it bother her?
She sat down, and tilted her head to the side. A short time beforehand, she had decided to join a pack. Well; here was the packlands. Time to make her move. She sighed softly and hoped the leader would believe that she was a fast learner, and that even though she couldn't hunt very well, that the skills she did have would make up for it. Taking a quick breath, she tipped her muzzle to the morning sky, and howled. Her voice rose and fell in artistic curls, soprano then alto, but never lower, beautiful and clearly trained for making art of sound.