Character Birthdate: January 19th, 2007
Gender: Male
Species: Dog - Irish Wolfhound (Pure-bred)
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes, Ortus
Other 'Souls Characters: N/A
How you found 'Souls?: Through Sky (Matteo Trovato's Player)
Are you joining a pack?: Loner
Profile or three writing examples: Profile
Sky helped me proof-read this post. She helped me with spelling, punctuation and grammar, but otherwise I did the rest. Replying to a post she wrote using Teo. She also helped me with html coding. xD
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Quote:[/html]A slight breeze blew through Dominicks already messed up hair. "So this is what America is like," he thought as he played very lightly with his dark blue scarf. It was made for him by his one and only love, Carissa Trovato. At the thought of her, he winced a bit, mourning for her yet again. He forced himself back to the present, shaking her from his mind. "I cant think of her right now." I need to find The lost daughter of the Trovato clan. Dominick reminded himself as he walked into the unfamiliar woods. With his stature, he had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the lower hanging branches and to avoid getting his one possession, the scarf that meant everything to him, snagged or torn.
Finally stopping to rest for a bit, Dominick leaned up against a tree, waiting for his brother, Trinket, to get a bit closer. The other dog was following behind at a distance, keeping on the right path via scent. He would continue once the other was given a few minutes to catch up a bit. For now, though it was a good time to rest.
A short moment later, Dominick was getting ready to walk again. A breeze suddenly brought a scent to him but not that of Trinket. Something else. With quick reflexes (surprisingly fluid for a guy of his size), he reached for his gauntlets just on the side of his belt, held there by a clip, and slipped them on, ready for anything. He remembered that he needed to use the element of surprise (again, not so easy with his size), so he 'hid' behind a tree for a second. After a moment, he realized the scent wasn't moving and decided it was time to advance on it.
Dominick moved towards the scent and noticed two more scents. He noticed, vaguely, something familiar about the first scent but he chalked it up to just a trick of the wind. Pushing it out of his mind, he crept up on it and when it came into view, he relized why there were three scents; right in front of him was a rather beautiful horse with an somewhat familiar coydog (a lucky guess based on the scent) with a ball of fur that looked like a raccoon in his lap. His starved stomach started to rumble painfully. He'd missed his last few hunting attempts since arriving and the hunger was starting to gnaw at him. That looks pretty tasty right now... I could over-power that white coyote and steal the raccoon for myself. He thought to himself and got ready to lunge.
Just before his muscles moved to pounce, he noticed the face of the white coy in front of him and the shock of realization of who it was forced a gasp from the 'hidden' man. No wonder that scent was familiar, he thought as he walked out of the bushes, scared it was just a trick of his mind.
"M-Matteo Trovato, è che voi?" he croaked in a shaken voice, showing both his happiness for finding the boy... and sceptical doubt.