11-03-2010, 08:49 PM
Character Name: Niraya
Character Birthdate: April 14th 2010
Wolf or Luperci: wolf
Species: Full breed Great Plains Wolf (C. l. nubilus)
Gender: She-wolf
Secondary Contact: N/A
Currently Played Characters: N/A this is my first
How I Found ‘Souls: Google. Second on top 50 wolf RPGs
Initial Post:
Her marbled brown fur was muddy and matted, unkempt and unclean. Her eyes were stained and her paws were cracked and bleeding. She had been walking for days, living off of anything she could find. She had caught a mouse earlier, but for most of her meals she was forced to lick or suck marrow from bones that she found while wandering. She was starving and missed the comfort of a family to feed and clean and love her. Her parents were dead, her siblings, dead. All killed by a prairie fire. She had only survived because she was out of the den exploring. The rest of her family had been trapped inside and suffocated in the smoke.
And so, she walked, as far as she could, before finally flopping down on a grassy field, unable to walk any farther on her bloody paws. Lying there on her side, she could smell other wolves, unfamiliar and scary to her young mind, even when it had been forced to mature so quickly at the sight of her dead family. She lay, panting, and closed her eyes, too tired to worry about the scent flooding her nostrils. The sun warmed her fur and she lay, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
Character Birthdate: April 14th 2010
Wolf or Luperci: wolf
Species: Full breed Great Plains Wolf (C. l. nubilus)
Gender: She-wolf
Secondary Contact: N/A
Currently Played Characters: N/A this is my first
How I Found ‘Souls: Google. Second on top 50 wolf RPGs
Initial Post:
Her marbled brown fur was muddy and matted, unkempt and unclean. Her eyes were stained and her paws were cracked and bleeding. She had been walking for days, living off of anything she could find. She had caught a mouse earlier, but for most of her meals she was forced to lick or suck marrow from bones that she found while wandering. She was starving and missed the comfort of a family to feed and clean and love her. Her parents were dead, her siblings, dead. All killed by a prairie fire. She had only survived because she was out of the den exploring. The rest of her family had been trapped inside and suffocated in the smoke.
And so, she walked, as far as she could, before finally flopping down on a grassy field, unable to walk any farther on her bloody paws. Lying there on her side, she could smell other wolves, unfamiliar and scary to her young mind, even when it had been forced to mature so quickly at the sight of her dead family. She lay, panting, and closed her eyes, too tired to worry about the scent flooding her nostrils. The sun warmed her fur and she lay, quickly falling into a deep sleep.