04-30-2008, 07:16 PM
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Character Name: Connor McTravis
Character Birthdate: July 13th 2003
Gender: Male
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species (not applicable to canines): Canis Lupus
Your e-mail: fiannamk2@hotmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): MSN = fiannamk2@hotmail.com
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Through a friend
Connor yawns widely, the stillness of the night taking its toll on his mind, fatigue racing through his head, making his limbs and eyes heavy. The day had been long, travelling constantly with no respite to hunt for food, but finding the small clearing he looked upon was a small blessing, somewhere to sit and think for a while. “Peaceful”, he thought, moving quietly to sit down on a rock overlooking the stream. His fingers tracing across the rough surface underneath him, claws lightly scraping against the rock as he looked at the water he’d been following for the past three days.
The signs had been growing clearer and clearer that he was headed into a pack’s territory, and he knew the procedure, etiquette bored into his core from his days by his father’s side, but he was willing to wait for a while, collecting his thoughts as he watches the water flow freely. His thoughts turned back to his family, wondering what had happened to them, where they were now. He missed them, in a twisted way, and the smile this thought brought on was nothing to do with happiness. They had taught him well, and soon he would be able to use his skills again, perhaps he would even accept the happiness he found from them this time.
Startled by a sudden noise, he snaps his head around before relaxing. It was only the crow that had been following him since he started travelling, snapping a twig under claw to his right. At first he had tried getting rid of the pest, but no matter what he did, it kept following him, so he had accepted its company, even talked to it from time to time.
“I know, I know, you’re right, I’m just wasting time sitting here.” He said softly, as much for his own benefit as his companions, standing slowly. He moves to the tree line, away from the stream, and puts his small sack down behind it, checking that nothing is missing from his possessions before leaving it. His paw moves to his mane without thinking, brushing against the feather tied into his braid, a habit retained from his youth. He grins as he turns, walking back to the stream to let out a long, low howl, letting the pack know that he was on the edge of their territory, and that he wanted to talk.[/html]
Character Name: Connor McTravis
Character Birthdate: July 13th 2003
Gender: Male
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species (not applicable to canines): Canis Lupus
Your e-mail: fiannamk2@hotmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): MSN = fiannamk2@hotmail.com
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Through a friend
Connor yawns widely, the stillness of the night taking its toll on his mind, fatigue racing through his head, making his limbs and eyes heavy. The day had been long, travelling constantly with no respite to hunt for food, but finding the small clearing he looked upon was a small blessing, somewhere to sit and think for a while. “Peaceful”, he thought, moving quietly to sit down on a rock overlooking the stream. His fingers tracing across the rough surface underneath him, claws lightly scraping against the rock as he looked at the water he’d been following for the past three days.
The signs had been growing clearer and clearer that he was headed into a pack’s territory, and he knew the procedure, etiquette bored into his core from his days by his father’s side, but he was willing to wait for a while, collecting his thoughts as he watches the water flow freely. His thoughts turned back to his family, wondering what had happened to them, where they were now. He missed them, in a twisted way, and the smile this thought brought on was nothing to do with happiness. They had taught him well, and soon he would be able to use his skills again, perhaps he would even accept the happiness he found from them this time.
Startled by a sudden noise, he snaps his head around before relaxing. It was only the crow that had been following him since he started travelling, snapping a twig under claw to his right. At first he had tried getting rid of the pest, but no matter what he did, it kept following him, so he had accepted its company, even talked to it from time to time.
“I know, I know, you’re right, I’m just wasting time sitting here.” He said softly, as much for his own benefit as his companions, standing slowly. He moves to the tree line, away from the stream, and puts his small sack down behind it, checking that nothing is missing from his possessions before leaving it. His paw moves to his mane without thinking, brushing against the feather tied into his braid, a habit retained from his youth. He grins as he turns, walking back to the stream to let out a long, low howl, letting the pack know that he was on the edge of their territory, and that he wanted to talk.[/html]