12-14-2010, 09:53 AM
•Character Name: Slade Auctor
•Character Birthdate (including year): April 4, 2009
•Species: Canis latrans thamnos
•Gender: Male
•Preferred Ark Rank: Writer
•A Secondary Form of Contact: artistbichon@comcast.net
•Currently Played Characters: N/A
•How You Found 'Souls: Top 50 Wolf RPGs
•Initial Post: [below]
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•Character Birthdate (including year): April 4, 2009
•Species: Canis latrans thamnos
•Gender: Male
•Preferred Ark Rank: Writer
•A Secondary Form of Contact: artistbichon@comcast.net
•Currently Played Characters: N/A
•How You Found 'Souls: Top 50 Wolf RPGs
•Initial Post: [below]
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This was it. Days of traveling had at last bought him here, and once he set a paw near the border there would be no turning back. Here he was now, standing on the verge of the territory, though he was careful to keep from trespassing. His back was to the wind, which ruffled his brown-patched fur every which way, but it didn’t much matter to him. Looming above him was the tree he had been looking for, decorated with all sorts of drawings. He wasn’t as literate as other coyotes so he couldn’t read the words on the tree upon looking at it, but he recognized the
“C-------- d’Arte” part, and that was enough to tell him he was in the right place.
There was a slight chill now, with frost covering the grass and no sun up yet to melt it. Slade took in a deep breath, the crisp air filling his nostrils, but the main reason he was sighing was to summon his courage. He had been looking for this place ever since he had first gotten word of its existence, but now that he was here, he was nervous. Would he be accepted? He wasn’t a Luperci. He wasn’t a wolf. Did the pack have prejudices against his species? And was he doing the right things to join? He was in a submissive pose, standing with his whole form crouched low to the ground and his ears slightly pointed backward. And he also had to remember the head; he made sure it wasn’t any higher than his shoulder. He had to get everything perfectly if he wanted to join.
Slade, just calm down, he told himself. Looking like a worrywart really isn’t going to help you show who you really are. Before he could argue with himself further, he let out a howl to signal that he was there. So far, so good.
Table by Noelle
“C-------- d’Arte” part, and that was enough to tell him he was in the right place.
There was a slight chill now, with frost covering the grass and no sun up yet to melt it. Slade took in a deep breath, the crisp air filling his nostrils, but the main reason he was sighing was to summon his courage. He had been looking for this place ever since he had first gotten word of its existence, but now that he was here, he was nervous. Would he be accepted? He wasn’t a Luperci. He wasn’t a wolf. Did the pack have prejudices against his species? And was he doing the right things to join? He was in a submissive pose, standing with his whole form crouched low to the ground and his ears slightly pointed backward. And he also had to remember the head; he made sure it wasn’t any higher than his shoulder. He had to get everything perfectly if he wanted to join.
Slade, just calm down, he told himself. Looking like a worrywart really isn’t going to help you show who you really are. Before he could argue with himself further, he let out a howl to signal that he was there. So far, so good.
Table by Noelle