Character Name:Kirin “Finch” Kasarian Character Birthdate: Febuary 13, 2006 Whether he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Gender: Male Your e-mail: kirinwolfe at hotmail.com How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: A member here
Finch might have been considered, by some, to be crazy. He certainly didn’t think of himself as crazy; in fact, he was fairly certain he was the most sane person he’d ever met. Which, he supposed, really wasn’t saying much considering his knowledge of other coyotes extended only to his own rather eccentric family.
But, he thought as he examined the wolf skull that was jeering down at him from atop a stick, he was not crazy. Just because, unlike other canines, he wasn’t so wrapped up in the world that he couldn’t see the irony in it didn’t make him crazy. It just did, apparently, make him much happier then everyone else. For example, most canines, when faced with a sun-bleached skull on a pole, wouldn’t be grinning. But Finch just found it funny to think about how skulls always looked so happy. They were always smiling. The poor sap whose skull was currently so jauntily surveying the flat plain was probably doing more smiling now then he ever had when he was alive– what a wasted life. Could you really call existing ‘living’ if you weren’t having fun doing it?
”Tough break, bud,” Finch told the skull cheerfully and completely unsympathetically. It wasn’t that he hated wolves, like so many coyotes seemed to; Finch didn’t hate anyone, not really. Not even the brother that had once tried to kill him, and had killed his sister. He just really didn’t have any empathy, either. “But hey, think of it this way. At least you’re taller now!”
So what was Finch doing here, right at the border of Inferni land, if he didn’t dislike wolves? His mother had once talked about the Inferni pack; she had hated wolves with a passion, and often told her children that if they joined a pack it had better be Inferni. His mother had respected the coyote pack’s attitude towards wolves. This seemed a good enough reason to join Inferni as to join any other pack, despite the fact that Finch didn’t like or respect his mother any more or less than he liked and respected everyone else in the world. Finch really wasn’t picky about the kind of canines he surrounded himself with. He could have fallen in with a gang of heartless serial killers and still considered them the best buddies a guy could ever have. Finch didn’t exactly see the world the way other canines did. His version was a much happier place, for one thing.
Finch lowered his gaze from the grinning skull. Well, he was here, he was going to attempt to join, he might as well do it right. Let’s see… his mother had taught him this… Finch considered. First, he had to have the right position. In his own lone wanderings, Finch had never had to worry about his posture. Now, though, he tried to remember how a submissive coyote was supposed to act; respect was not something Finch found easy to show. After a moment of thought, he lowered both his tail, which was usually waving happily, and his ears. ”How do I look?” he asked his cheerful companion, the sun-bleached skull, ”Properly pathetic? Sad? Think I should try ditching the smile?” |
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