Sing a Soul

[Fallen]

Character Birthdate (including year): May 17, 2009.
Species: Caspian Sea and Steppe wolf
Gender: male
Preferred Ark Rank: Musican.
A Secondary Form of Contact: AIM: FallenDuvio
Currently Played Characters: Only Fallen.
How You Found 'Souls: Here
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A fine green eye scanned through the dark canopy cover of the forest, the pitter-patter of soft paw steps upon the leaves of the dirt floor of the forest. It was a male, a tall one indeed, but not one of great weight, no, one of great agility and other talents! This male with the bangs over an eye socket, this male was named Fallen. His gentle and smooth steps seemed as if he was gliding over the forest floor with natural grace and deadly silence. There was a heavy scent of wolves all around, as the deep warning scent drifted into his nose. He was nearing the pack border, and Fallen knew this, due to the scent growing to a stronger irritation in his nostrils. He soon paused, though, as he sat down upon his slim bum. His mind was filled with music, both of singing and violin. His mind was filled with words to plays that he had seen when he was a Duvio. His eyes closed slightly, as he began to hum a tune, one with visible love, and then a tragic ending. He began to get into a quick trot again, his bangs bouncing everytime he took a graceful bound, slightly showing an empty eye socket that was there, with skin growing over it slightly. His mind calculated with swiftness, as he soon found out that he would most likely make it to the edge of the border where he could most likely meet a patrol, if he stuck to this pace, or went faster. The trees flashed by the swift male, as birds squawked and cooed with great gusto and gentle flaps of wings. Fallen's pink tongue, with light saliva on it, fell out of his mouth, into the corner, as he panted gently. He began to slow, as he got closer to the strong scent of wolf. Fallen paused for a moment, as he sat under the shade of a pleasant tree, as he panted with ease, his green eyes glowing intensely. His claws were sharp as he looked down upon them, his teeth clean, as he felt them with his tongue. He picked up his front right paw, and looked upon the dark paw pad, that was rough and stronger, strong from running. He looked at them, slightly wistful. He wished to hold a violin in these paws, to change into his luperci form, where he could grip things easily; including a bow and a neck of the violin. He sighed, and began to hum again, at least he had his voice. It was a quick tune, one with great gusto, like a serenade. He slightly tilted his head, like he was holding a priceless violin beneath his neck, feeling the cool vibrations wave through him from the G string. He then remembered his other great talent, acting. He stood upon four legs, and started to speak. " Now, Now, Jurice. Why do we fight when we have to fight Ruthor? We shan't be fighting each other, we should be fighting the scoundrel over there, trying to steal the alpha's mate! I know we don't get along very well, dear, but shouldn't we fight for the pack? For us?," Fallen spoke with a smooth, calm voice, as he acted the part of a smooth male, Tiroi, who was greatly intelligent, and was know for his smooth words and attitude of calm. Fallen kept the exterior for a minute, his eyes narrowed slightly with a taunting look at the imaginary Jurice. He had created that little play himself, when he was around one. Fallen smiled, as he sat down, looking upon the border, satisfied with his little acting. He then lifted his muzzle, and howled to the heavens above of pure blue, hoping to summon a leader or a member of the pack, hoping to gain membership of the pack.

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