11-20-2007, 10:16 PM
- Character Name: Samson Adonis
- Character Birthdate (including year): February 2nd, 2006
- Whether s/he is a regular coyote or a Luperci: Luperci
- Your e-mail: technicolor.socks@gmail.com
- A secondary form of contact: aim-omg its kitaahyy
-cracks knuckles- I'm a little rusty...
The silence was as eerie as it always was. Samson twitched his left ear, tilting his head slightly, catching nothing. Logically he knew there must be sounds going on around him; there was a bird in the tree above him, he was crunching twigs-- he could feel them beneath his padded feet. But no sound. Two months now with almost no noise. The hybrid felt his heart sink as he realized there was no hope for him, now. He was a permanently deaf animal, a major weakness that would probably result in his early death. He paused, remembering that he could faintly hear his sister when she nursed him. That meant he had a little hearing left. Enough to communicate, which, he supposed, was all that mattered. A frown now gracing his visage, he picked up again, delicately sniffing the air to discern exactly where he was.
How fascinating, he was on the borders of a coyote pack. It had been a while since Sam had been with his peers. Fear had left him hiding, and even now, it's icy grip clutched at his head, sending his nerves on overdrive. Another bear, a wild or rabid buck, even an angry coyote would be all it took to wipe him out, and he wouldn't hear them coming. Sitting back, the male's almost-white eyes closed, conjuring the scene to his mind once again. Him and his sister, Alexandria. Joined at the hip, they went out hunting, only to be blindsided by a bear. Heroic instinct had taken him over, and he had shoved Alex away, and jumped at the bear like an idiot.
The fight didn't last long. The bear shook his scrawny body away as if he were a fly, giving him a nasty scratch across his rump before he kindly tossed the wolfyote into a nearby tree. Or, more accurately, against it. There had been a loud crack and silence, as he'd sat, crumpled, dazedly watching the grizzly wander away nonchalantly. Alex had helped him to safety, tended to his wounds. It wasn't until later that they realized the throw had apparently popped his eardrums, or damaged them somehow. He'd hidden away from the world until Alex, hoping to help him get over his fear, had pretended to abandoned him. So he had walked, taking small steps until he could sleep at night without worrying about attack.
This is how he ended up here, sitting somewhere unidentifiable to him. Indecision rattled him. After a long moment, he nodded to himself and thrust his thin muzzle into the air and howled, his voice rusty from misuse.
- Character Birthdate (including year): February 2nd, 2006
- Whether s/he is a regular coyote or a Luperci: Luperci
- Your e-mail: technicolor.socks@gmail.com
- A secondary form of contact: aim-omg its kitaahyy
-cracks knuckles- I'm a little rusty...
The silence was as eerie as it always was. Samson twitched his left ear, tilting his head slightly, catching nothing. Logically he knew there must be sounds going on around him; there was a bird in the tree above him, he was crunching twigs-- he could feel them beneath his padded feet. But no sound. Two months now with almost no noise. The hybrid felt his heart sink as he realized there was no hope for him, now. He was a permanently deaf animal, a major weakness that would probably result in his early death. He paused, remembering that he could faintly hear his sister when she nursed him. That meant he had a little hearing left. Enough to communicate, which, he supposed, was all that mattered. A frown now gracing his visage, he picked up again, delicately sniffing the air to discern exactly where he was.
How fascinating, he was on the borders of a coyote pack. It had been a while since Sam had been with his peers. Fear had left him hiding, and even now, it's icy grip clutched at his head, sending his nerves on overdrive. Another bear, a wild or rabid buck, even an angry coyote would be all it took to wipe him out, and he wouldn't hear them coming. Sitting back, the male's almost-white eyes closed, conjuring the scene to his mind once again. Him and his sister, Alexandria. Joined at the hip, they went out hunting, only to be blindsided by a bear. Heroic instinct had taken him over, and he had shoved Alex away, and jumped at the bear like an idiot.
The fight didn't last long. The bear shook his scrawny body away as if he were a fly, giving him a nasty scratch across his rump before he kindly tossed the wolfyote into a nearby tree. Or, more accurately, against it. There had been a loud crack and silence, as he'd sat, crumpled, dazedly watching the grizzly wander away nonchalantly. Alex had helped him to safety, tended to his wounds. It wasn't until later that they realized the throw had apparently popped his eardrums, or damaged them somehow. He'd hidden away from the world until Alex, hoping to help him get over his fear, had pretended to abandoned him. So he had walked, taking small steps until he could sleep at night without worrying about attack.
This is how he ended up here, sitting somewhere unidentifiable to him. Indecision rattled him. After a long moment, he nodded to himself and thrust his thin muzzle into the air and howled, his voice rusty from misuse.