05-23-2012, 10:16 PM
Character Name: DaVinci 'Dait Nasphrite
Character Birthdate: 10/31/06
Gender: Male
Species: 50% Canis Iatrans, 25% Canis lupus arctos, 25% Canis lycaon
Is your character a Luperci?:yes
Other 'Souls Characters:Zana
The slight frame of the silvery grey male stood outside their borders. The scent within he knew quite well, that of kin, that of a blood that had once nearly been his own enemy. The thunder rolled in the distance as his silvery mane whipped about his face. There were no words he could find to fill the void between the coming storm and the silence of his soul. He had left the distant lands where he had ruled like a king, the pull of the wild and the darkness of his soul had called him home, or in the least, as close to home as he would be able to find anymore.
He threw his head back and let out a yipping howl that spoke in volumes of his heritage. He wanted to cross that thresh hold, to find his son and sister but he was walking a thin line as it was sitting on their borders. The scent of Gabriel was long gone from the lands but the scent of his kin was more than apparent. His skin twitched and shivered as he waited for acceptance or to be turned away and barred from all he had left, all he knew.
There was a sickness at the heart of the beast and his Juliet had disappeared in the winds. He would return to her home in hopes that she would find him once again. He was a shell of who he had once been without the touch of his lady and ever so slowly a monster was ripping at the seams and dying to get out. Perhaps the blood of those he knew once would be enough for now.. he could only hope.
Character Birthdate: 10/31/06
Gender: Male
Species: 50% Canis Iatrans, 25% Canis lupus arctos, 25% Canis lycaon
Is your character a Luperci?:yes
Other 'Souls Characters:Zana
The slight frame of the silvery grey male stood outside their borders. The scent within he knew quite well, that of kin, that of a blood that had once nearly been his own enemy. The thunder rolled in the distance as his silvery mane whipped about his face. There were no words he could find to fill the void between the coming storm and the silence of his soul. He had left the distant lands where he had ruled like a king, the pull of the wild and the darkness of his soul had called him home, or in the least, as close to home as he would be able to find anymore.
He threw his head back and let out a yipping howl that spoke in volumes of his heritage. He wanted to cross that thresh hold, to find his son and sister but he was walking a thin line as it was sitting on their borders. The scent of Gabriel was long gone from the lands but the scent of his kin was more than apparent. His skin twitched and shivered as he waited for acceptance or to be turned away and barred from all he had left, all he knew.
There was a sickness at the heart of the beast and his Juliet had disappeared in the winds. He would return to her home in hopes that she would find him once again. He was a shell of who he had once been without the touch of his lady and ever so slowly a monster was ripping at the seams and dying to get out. Perhaps the blood of those he knew once would be enough for now.. he could only hope.