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- Character Name: Ehno Marino
- Character Birthdate (including year): May 1st, 2006
- Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
- Gender: Male
- Your e-mail: Kiri_RainShadow AT yahoo DOT com
- A secondary form of contact: See profile!
- How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: I was a member previously~
Let's say he's approaching the TV border at the shore? And I got a bit rambly here, heh. WC: 561
The Italian wolf liked to think of himself as a man of the world. It was what made him depart from his homelands, favoring the unknown and what lay beyond it over the familiarity of home. It was what pushed him forward through Europe during the tough parts of his journey, the harsh winters and the lonely nights. It was what led him to boarding the ship manned by a group of Spanish wolves, despite the fact that he didn’t know their language. And of course, it was what caused him to get stranded here, on a continent he knew nothing about.
Ehno sighed, shouldering his bag as he continued farther along the coastline, hoping despite everything that if he kept this up, he would eventually see the familiar ship on the horizon coming back for him. Part of him was beginning to regret the split second decision he had made to help the sailors on their ship. It originally seemed like a brilliant idea, offering to work on the ship for them while in return he would be able to see all sorts of new lands, new cultures. He didn’t think it would turn out quite like this.
The stormy skies above combined with a wild sea had forced the sailors to choose between the raging sea and the rocky shoreline. After a bit of debate, they decided to head to shore, pick out the driest of the caves they could find along the shore, and wait out the storm. They had spent the better part of two days sitting together in one of the larger caves trying to keep themselves amused, while the rain and wind continued outside. When the sun finally began to part the sky’s veil of dark clouds, one of the sailors pulled a few bottles of rum from his bag, and the wolves proceeded to celebrate the end of the storm.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he had gotten left behind after that. All he could recall was that one of the sailors—The one who spoke a bit of English, he recalled with surprising clarity—thought it would be a good idea to set sail right away. The rest of his memory was a blur of hurried activity as they all prepared to board, though somehow he never made it with the rest. He blamed not the sailors for his being stranded, but the alcohol. Ehno knew there was a reason he didn’t usually touch the stuff.
The foreign wolf spent the last two days following the coast south east, hopeful that he might find the sailors ashore once more, now that the storm clouds were looming ominously overhead once more. His hope was beginning to falter, though, and he finally decided that if he didn’t see any sign of them by sunset, he would venture away from the coast and see if he could find anyone who could possibly help him get home. What scared him most about being stuck in these unknown lands was the possibility that he would never see his family again. His last minute decision to brave the seas didn’t allow him to visit his family, tell them how he was doing or what his intentions were. So, he was determined to find someone with a boat to get him home.
He’d build one himself if he had to.
- Character Birthdate (including year): May 1st, 2006
- Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
- Gender: Male
- Your e-mail: Kiri_RainShadow AT yahoo DOT com
- A secondary form of contact: See profile!
- How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: I was a member previously~
Let's say he's approaching the TV border at the shore? And I got a bit rambly here, heh. WC: 561
The Italian wolf liked to think of himself as a man of the world. It was what made him depart from his homelands, favoring the unknown and what lay beyond it over the familiarity of home. It was what pushed him forward through Europe during the tough parts of his journey, the harsh winters and the lonely nights. It was what led him to boarding the ship manned by a group of Spanish wolves, despite the fact that he didn’t know their language. And of course, it was what caused him to get stranded here, on a continent he knew nothing about.
Ehno sighed, shouldering his bag as he continued farther along the coastline, hoping despite everything that if he kept this up, he would eventually see the familiar ship on the horizon coming back for him. Part of him was beginning to regret the split second decision he had made to help the sailors on their ship. It originally seemed like a brilliant idea, offering to work on the ship for them while in return he would be able to see all sorts of new lands, new cultures. He didn’t think it would turn out quite like this.
The stormy skies above combined with a wild sea had forced the sailors to choose between the raging sea and the rocky shoreline. After a bit of debate, they decided to head to shore, pick out the driest of the caves they could find along the shore, and wait out the storm. They had spent the better part of two days sitting together in one of the larger caves trying to keep themselves amused, while the rain and wind continued outside. When the sun finally began to part the sky’s veil of dark clouds, one of the sailors pulled a few bottles of rum from his bag, and the wolves proceeded to celebrate the end of the storm.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he had gotten left behind after that. All he could recall was that one of the sailors—The one who spoke a bit of English, he recalled with surprising clarity—thought it would be a good idea to set sail right away. The rest of his memory was a blur of hurried activity as they all prepared to board, though somehow he never made it with the rest. He blamed not the sailors for his being stranded, but the alcohol. Ehno knew there was a reason he didn’t usually touch the stuff.
The foreign wolf spent the last two days following the coast south east, hopeful that he might find the sailors ashore once more, now that the storm clouds were looming ominously overhead once more. His hope was beginning to falter, though, and he finally decided that if he didn’t see any sign of them by sunset, he would venture away from the coast and see if he could find anyone who could possibly help him get home. What scared him most about being stuck in these unknown lands was the possibility that he would never see his family again. His last minute decision to brave the seas didn’t allow him to visit his family, tell them how he was doing or what his intentions were. So, he was determined to find someone with a boat to get him home.
He’d build one himself if he had to.