01-06-2011, 05:04 PM
name. Twila Rinocco
birthdate. February 14, 2010
species. regular wolf
gender. female
email. hanalways@gmail.com
msn. hanalways@gmail.com
souls. been around for a while.
She had started her journey early that day, before the darkness truly left the ground. It wasn't hard to see her motivation in her actions - winter had clung greedily in the Canadian scene and sleep for a loner was difficult if not impossible to achieve. She gathered up herself from the alcove of a rotted tree and took off again. She wasn't exactly sure where her ultimate destination was, but she knew she had to continue moving. It had been a handful of weeks since she had left her old pack, or what she could call as a pack.
The sun rose late that winter morning, piercing through the frost's breath. It glowed hazily, gold and red hues dyeing the sky and leaving a feeling like the world was bathed in warmth. Despite that display however, the ground was hard and unfavorable upon the paws and each exaltation left a lingering stream of air that was visible to the sight. Each soft breeze that may have ran against the girl's side seemed as if it was stripping her fur off layer by layer exposing her vulnerable skin to the harsh cold. Occasionally, she tilted her head to the ground, dry nose at work as she attempted to navigate herself through broad lands unknown.
The scents of wolves had run amok in this area, and she could feel it in her bones that this may be the future that her mother so agonizingly longed for. She was following trails of scents as they intertwined, becoming stronger and stronger with each step she took. She had passed the mountain the previous night, settling on the patchwork of snow and trees she would later come to know as the Dampwoods. She had passed a few packs, but for some odd reason gravity seemed to be pulling her in a specific location, a specific destination. Gingerly, she padded through the crusty snow to come to the climax of her journey.
The signs were telltale in nature - a pack definitely resided in these quiet lands. Nervously, she twitched her tail and did well to hide her anxiety as she sniffed warily. Her chances were zero to nil, but she had to try. Although how to try was lost in her. Her mother had told her that different etiquette were normal in different lands and Twila had a problem trying to figure out how to decipher which was appropriate or not. Was she to howl, or camp out on the location until she could come across a scout? Frowning she sat expectantly, deciding it would probably be best to be patient and wait until someone could possibly find her - and hopefully soon.
birthdate. February 14, 2010
species. regular wolf
gender. female
email. hanalways@gmail.com
msn. hanalways@gmail.com
souls. been around for a while.
She had started her journey early that day, before the darkness truly left the ground. It wasn't hard to see her motivation in her actions - winter had clung greedily in the Canadian scene and sleep for a loner was difficult if not impossible to achieve. She gathered up herself from the alcove of a rotted tree and took off again. She wasn't exactly sure where her ultimate destination was, but she knew she had to continue moving. It had been a handful of weeks since she had left her old pack, or what she could call as a pack.
The sun rose late that winter morning, piercing through the frost's breath. It glowed hazily, gold and red hues dyeing the sky and leaving a feeling like the world was bathed in warmth. Despite that display however, the ground was hard and unfavorable upon the paws and each exaltation left a lingering stream of air that was visible to the sight. Each soft breeze that may have ran against the girl's side seemed as if it was stripping her fur off layer by layer exposing her vulnerable skin to the harsh cold. Occasionally, she tilted her head to the ground, dry nose at work as she attempted to navigate herself through broad lands unknown.
The scents of wolves had run amok in this area, and she could feel it in her bones that this may be the future that her mother so agonizingly longed for. She was following trails of scents as they intertwined, becoming stronger and stronger with each step she took. She had passed the mountain the previous night, settling on the patchwork of snow and trees she would later come to know as the Dampwoods. She had passed a few packs, but for some odd reason gravity seemed to be pulling her in a specific location, a specific destination. Gingerly, she padded through the crusty snow to come to the climax of her journey.
The signs were telltale in nature - a pack definitely resided in these quiet lands. Nervously, she twitched her tail and did well to hide her anxiety as she sniffed warily. Her chances were zero to nil, but she had to try. Although how to try was lost in her. Her mother had told her that different etiquette were normal in different lands and Twila had a problem trying to figure out how to decipher which was appropriate or not. Was she to howl, or camp out on the location until she could come across a scout? Frowning she sat expectantly, deciding it would probably be best to be patient and wait until someone could possibly find her - and hopefully soon.