2. Character Birthdate (including year): November 5, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: No
4. Species: Canis lupus lupus
5. Gender: Female
6. Currently played characters: Cesphona
7. How you found 'Souls: Kels Canine top 50
8. Initial post: and here we go!
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Golden eyes gave the occasional glance left or right with a casual interest, if this was the state the area would always be in then perhaps she had made the wrong choice. The mud had long since sunken into the deepest layers of her fur, the once pristine white of her legs now stained gray and becoming increasingly cold from the mere minutes spent wandering the territory. Her gaze flickered to the quickly setting sun, as the rosy fingers began fading from the horizon to make way for the more melancholy blue of dusk she could only hope that the lack of light would hide the sorry state of her fur. Though only in this particular territory for an hour or less she had been wandering for nearly a day, the familiar scent of a moisture laden atmosphere and a biting chill on the wind vaguely bringing back memories of snow and giving her the idea that it would be best to cover as much ground as possible while it was still possible.
Thanks to this poorly thought out decision she was now not quite as agile as she normally would have been given her current state, the weariness the source of more than a few careless stumbles over one of the many logs and other bits of debris that littered the area. Taking a weary hop over a fallen tree, the increasingly familiar sensation of the tip of her paw not clearing the jump and smacking into the wood was as good a sign to stop as any. Lowering to slowly to her haunches she threw her head back with tone starting out low and steady, as it grew in volume she began to cures herself mentally, against her bidding a slight sigh of relief leaking into the howl as her body was finally given a chance to rest. Though hastily drawing the call to a close after realizing her mistake, it still wavered for a phantom moment on a sudden breeze. As the winds came and toyed with her follicles, long creamy strands entering a wild dance at its ushering, the female could not help but bring sleep laden lids down and curse in a moment of self loathing. Well done Cesphona, you’ve announced yourself with the same prestige as the common sluggish mongrel. Oh yes, well done indeed .
Her eyes then open slowly, a small grin creeping along her lips in sync with their unveiling as her characteristic optimism began to take over. Ah well, what’s the worse that can happen? Them saying no? She took a final glance around, the mud tipped and soiled tail being drawn delicately over her paws for extra warmth as she took a final look at the storm beaten terrain. Assuming anyone comes at all…
(( Hopefully everything is right ^.^;
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WC;; 457
Muse;; Eh...