11-14-2010, 08:24 PM
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::IN CHARACTER::
* Character Name: Sky Katruk
* Character Birthdate (including year): November 5th, 2008
* Luperci?: Yes.
* Species: Gray Wolf x Belgian Tervuren Dog (50/50)
* Gender: Female
* Preferred Ark Rank: Singer
* A Secondary Form of Contact: MSN: Mavkitty@hotmail.com
* Currently Played Characters: ...this is it.
* How You Found 'Souls: Top 50 Canine RPG sites listing thing.
* Initial Post: Scroll Down, puppies. <3
::IN CHARACTER::
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How could anyone deal with this freezing weather? The cold winds battered her side as Sky made her way along the slightly northward eastern shore of Beast's Grin Peninsula. Her goal was to reach the nearest territory, now that she had finally left behind her birthplace of Yarmouth. Aniwaya would've been closer, or even Crimson Dreams, but having spied on both packs a day each, Sky had decided it too out of her league to join either. Now her new goal was to reach Cercatori D'Arte, the laid-back group of artistic wolves to the East. She felt they'd accept her, even being the hybrid she was, if she could only prove her worth with a song or a sketch.
Her paws were numb from the cold shore's sand by the time she reached the outskirts of the territory, her walk coming to a stop just as she reached the border. Sky's blue eyes searched for any signs of canine life, and in finding none, she decided to rest her worries a minute or two before calling out. What's the harm in that? Legs tucking in and under, she found herself a spot to lay, and rested her head on her forepaws. "Wait for the feeling to return in your legs," she mused to herself, "and then you can try singing your way into freedom." With a sigh, she allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, and soon enough she was fighting off a daring sleep.
Her few minutes became hours, and by the time she stood again, awake if only just barely, the sun had fallen long ago, and so had the moon. Alone under the night's star-filled skies, she paced to warm herself. It's not getting any warmer, you dumb dog. Howl now or die a loner! She stopped and turned to the forested barrier between her and Cercatori's hometurf. This is it. Get your voice warmed up before they come, and you should be singing for your supper tonight. With little hesitation, she let a few coughed yelps escape before tossing her head back in a chilling, drawn-out, slightly quivering howl, one that easily echoed for miles. Energy spent for now, the tired, frozen wolfdog settled back down to warm her paws beneath her fur. And now, we wait.