10-07-2010, 04:07 PM
Name: Cowslip
Age: 1, born on the 21st September, 2009
Species: Grey Wolf, Lupercai
Gender: Female
Secondary form of contact: hiny_shoo@hotmail.co.uk">shiny_shoo@hotmail.co.uk
How I found 'Souls : Found it on a Top 100 Wolf RP website ^^
Cowslip was weary and homesick. She'd travelled a long way, across sea and rock, wind and rain. The place she'd once called home was Devon, a sparsely populated and rural county of England, but of course she didn't know the name.
Her family had descended from a pack of wolves kept within the Dartmoor Zoological Park, who dug their way out once they realised that the humans weren't feeding them anymore. This had been in her grandmother's time, the time of new knowledge. When Cowslip was born, a very elderly wolf had told her about the time before new knowledge, when wolves were just wolves, no tricky thinking.
That was almost a year ago, and no new wolves could be scented or sighted anywhere, the sparse rocky moors and shingled beaches that she called home remained full of familiar faces. That's when the Alpha's had decided that all un-mated young ones should be turned out to prevent in-breeding, Cowslip's father had been the one to volunteer his boat, neatly restored from the seabed.
And so they went, Cowslip, 4 of her littermates, and 7 of her cousins, and 3 of her half cousins. The journey was long and treacherous, scurvy and dysentry killed 8 members of her family on that boat, and another two claimed by the sea. But death was common for Cowslip's pack, who were killed by strong shetland horses, driven wild by the moors, or from falls when attempting to climb the rocky cliffs to get sure footed sheep.
They'd landed after three hellsaken weeks, there was much snuffling and whining as the family bid farewell to each other, and scattered.
Cowslip had ran along the coast, as fast as her paws would carry her, only stopping to gulp at a dead, foul smelling gull, which was about the only animal she'd recognised in this new country. Sights and smells were different, the land and sea was warmer.
The young ruddy red wolf was getting warmer too. She had to stop and cool off, Cowlsip wasn't used to hot weather.
The sea was a welcoming respite, she'd always swam, even as a pup. She splashed around happily, watching the foamy droplets cascade into the air, trying to snap up a few if they flew particularly high.
She was in her element, Cowslip knew the sea, and that cheered her up slightly. The wolf padded out of the water reluctantly, and gave her small body an almighty shake, sending water spraying everywhere. With renewed vigour, she resumed her run.
The gritty golden sand felt good on her paws, sticking in her toes and matting her fur, and the sky was clear, Cowslip smiled and took a great sniff, almost a lungfull, and stopped in her tracks, skidding lightly.
She smelt a pack...
What should she do?
Cowslip's insticts answered for her, with a long drawn out howl. The wolf cursed her impulsiveness, amber eyes sparking in annoyance. She knew that she'd probably of been heard, and there was nothing for it.
The female sat on her haunches, and waited.
Age: 1, born on the 21st September, 2009
Species: Grey Wolf, Lupercai
Gender: Female
Secondary form of contact: hiny_shoo@hotmail.co.uk">shiny_shoo@hotmail.co.uk
How I found 'Souls : Found it on a Top 100 Wolf RP website ^^
Cowslip was weary and homesick. She'd travelled a long way, across sea and rock, wind and rain. The place she'd once called home was Devon, a sparsely populated and rural county of England, but of course she didn't know the name.
Her family had descended from a pack of wolves kept within the Dartmoor Zoological Park, who dug their way out once they realised that the humans weren't feeding them anymore. This had been in her grandmother's time, the time of new knowledge. When Cowslip was born, a very elderly wolf had told her about the time before new knowledge, when wolves were just wolves, no tricky thinking.
That was almost a year ago, and no new wolves could be scented or sighted anywhere, the sparse rocky moors and shingled beaches that she called home remained full of familiar faces. That's when the Alpha's had decided that all un-mated young ones should be turned out to prevent in-breeding, Cowslip's father had been the one to volunteer his boat, neatly restored from the seabed.
And so they went, Cowslip, 4 of her littermates, and 7 of her cousins, and 3 of her half cousins. The journey was long and treacherous, scurvy and dysentry killed 8 members of her family on that boat, and another two claimed by the sea. But death was common for Cowslip's pack, who were killed by strong shetland horses, driven wild by the moors, or from falls when attempting to climb the rocky cliffs to get sure footed sheep.
They'd landed after three hellsaken weeks, there was much snuffling and whining as the family bid farewell to each other, and scattered.
Cowslip had ran along the coast, as fast as her paws would carry her, only stopping to gulp at a dead, foul smelling gull, which was about the only animal she'd recognised in this new country. Sights and smells were different, the land and sea was warmer.
The young ruddy red wolf was getting warmer too. She had to stop and cool off, Cowlsip wasn't used to hot weather.
The sea was a welcoming respite, she'd always swam, even as a pup. She splashed around happily, watching the foamy droplets cascade into the air, trying to snap up a few if they flew particularly high.
She was in her element, Cowslip knew the sea, and that cheered her up slightly. The wolf padded out of the water reluctantly, and gave her small body an almighty shake, sending water spraying everywhere. With renewed vigour, she resumed her run.
The gritty golden sand felt good on her paws, sticking in her toes and matting her fur, and the sky was clear, Cowslip smiled and took a great sniff, almost a lungfull, and stopped in her tracks, skidding lightly.
She smelt a pack...
What should she do?
Cowslip's insticts answered for her, with a long drawn out howl. The wolf cursed her impulsiveness, amber eyes sparking in annoyance. She knew that she'd probably of been heard, and there was nothing for it.
The female sat on her haunches, and waited.