03-20-2011, 02:30 PM
◦Character Name: Blackbird
◦Character Birthdate (including year): March 2005
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
◦Species: Coyote/Mexican Wolf
◦Gender: Male
◦Currently played characters: None
◦How you found 'Souls: Surfing the web
Initial post:
OOC: This was kind of rushed so sorry for the shortness and crumminess of it.
Blackbird had been aimlessly wandering the woods of Nova Scotia all morning, pondering his next move. He had managed to make it to Souls, yet in light of recent events it seemed a hollow victory. Now he perched precariously on the outskirts of what could only be another packs territory, unsure of what his next move should be. If he entered, there was a chance he could finally find happiness, a blessing he had not had in a long time. Yet there was also that chance that he would only find disappointments and lies, as he had so often before. Wouldn’t it be better to leave, to find some other place to live in peace where nobody would find him.
Yet he knew almost before the thought had crossed his mind that this wasn’t about finding a place to live, this was about finding a place to die. There really was no other option, with his current condition, the one that he had secreted away from so many innocents, he wouldn’t last the year. Either way he would still have a lot of waiting t do before someone discovered him here, and so with delicate fingers he unstrapped his guitar and began to play. His fingers danced across the string, playing a song of hope and loneliness, and for some reason he found the weight of his years pressing down on him, making him suddenly look years older then he actually was.
◦Character Birthdate (including year): March 2005
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
◦Species: Coyote/Mexican Wolf
◦Gender: Male
◦Currently played characters: None
◦How you found 'Souls: Surfing the web
Initial post:
OOC: This was kind of rushed so sorry for the shortness and crumminess of it.
Blackbird had been aimlessly wandering the woods of Nova Scotia all morning, pondering his next move. He had managed to make it to Souls, yet in light of recent events it seemed a hollow victory. Now he perched precariously on the outskirts of what could only be another packs territory, unsure of what his next move should be. If he entered, there was a chance he could finally find happiness, a blessing he had not had in a long time. Yet there was also that chance that he would only find disappointments and lies, as he had so often before. Wouldn’t it be better to leave, to find some other place to live in peace where nobody would find him.
Yet he knew almost before the thought had crossed his mind that this wasn’t about finding a place to live, this was about finding a place to die. There really was no other option, with his current condition, the one that he had secreted away from so many innocents, he wouldn’t last the year. Either way he would still have a lot of waiting t do before someone discovered him here, and so with delicate fingers he unstrapped his guitar and began to play. His fingers danced across the string, playing a song of hope and loneliness, and for some reason he found the weight of his years pressing down on him, making him suddenly look years older then he actually was.