03-06-2011, 12:31 AM
First character on this site. (Nervous.) If there's anything wrong, please let me know. <3
1. Character Name: Moonglow
2. Character Birthdate (including year): Spring, 2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci : Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: Istalindir@yahoo.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Istalindir@yahoo.come (Y!M)
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: The use of my Google-fu.
Moonglow was walking. Just walking. On and on and on. She wasn't sure where she was or how long since she began. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Everything was white, like Winterwind. But, her brother hadn't been white at the end, had he? He'd been red. Everything had been red. Her back legs wavered, then collapsed from underneath her. She landed in an awkward sitting position, back paws splayed to the side while her forelegs bore her weight. The young wolf began to tremble slightly, a fine shiver throughout her body. Long minutes passed before the filthy, cream colored wolf was able to force herself to her feet. She began moving again with all the desperate intensity of an animal fleeing death.
Her head hung low and her steps staggered, but she continued forward doggedly, until some instinct drew her to a lurching halt. Her nose quivered, but it still took Moonglow a few moments before she realized that she was at the edge some pack's territory. Dull golden eyes gazed into the stranger wolf's territory, wondering vaguely if they would kill her if she intruded. But, no. Moonglow was the only one left who remembered her family. She would live to keep their memory alive. She ached so, though, death seemed a quiet reprieve.
...She deserved no such thing.
That thought driving her on, Moonglow turned and began walking the border; not intending to stop. However, her strength failed her not more than ten steps later. Her legs just stopped supporting her weight. She lay there, finally aware of the hunger ripping at her insides. Hungry, she was hungry. Moonglow didn't move, not sure she would be able to get up.
Though force of will and little else, the starving wolf did eventually push herself into a sitting position. Not thinking of the consequences of her actions, Moonglow threw back her head and howled. It was not an announcement of her presence, the only message it conveyed was lonely sadness.
1. Character Name: Moonglow
2. Character Birthdate (including year): Spring, 2010
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci : Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: Istalindir@yahoo.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Istalindir@yahoo.come (Y!M)
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: The use of my Google-fu.
Moonglow was walking. Just walking. On and on and on. She wasn't sure where she was or how long since she began. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Everything was white, like Winterwind. But, her brother hadn't been white at the end, had he? He'd been red. Everything had been red. Her back legs wavered, then collapsed from underneath her. She landed in an awkward sitting position, back paws splayed to the side while her forelegs bore her weight. The young wolf began to tremble slightly, a fine shiver throughout her body. Long minutes passed before the filthy, cream colored wolf was able to force herself to her feet. She began moving again with all the desperate intensity of an animal fleeing death.
Her head hung low and her steps staggered, but she continued forward doggedly, until some instinct drew her to a lurching halt. Her nose quivered, but it still took Moonglow a few moments before she realized that she was at the edge some pack's territory. Dull golden eyes gazed into the stranger wolf's territory, wondering vaguely if they would kill her if she intruded. But, no. Moonglow was the only one left who remembered her family. She would live to keep their memory alive. She ached so, though, death seemed a quiet reprieve.
...She deserved no such thing.
That thought driving her on, Moonglow turned and began walking the border; not intending to stop. However, her strength failed her not more than ten steps later. Her legs just stopped supporting her weight. She lay there, finally aware of the hunger ripping at her insides. Hungry, she was hungry. Moonglow didn't move, not sure she would be able to get up.
Though force of will and little else, the starving wolf did eventually push herself into a sitting position. Not thinking of the consequences of her actions, Moonglow threw back her head and howled. It was not an announcement of her presence, the only message it conveyed was lonely sadness.