Character Name: Rutherford[/html]
Character Birthdate: September 19th 2005
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Coyote
Gender: Male
Secondary Form of Contact: PM works best.
How did you learn/hear about `Souls? Ad surfing.Like a bat out of hell, a blurred figure streaked across the land, a red smear of paint on a perfect portrait of the sunset. The creature ran not on four legs but on two, with a grace and finesse that seemed almost unnatural. His light brown hair, highlighted with blonde from time in the sun fanned out behind him. Rutherford ran with passion and lightheartedness, his cackles of laughter floating up from where his feet touched the earth in perfect melody. He was the picture of ecstasy, his pace slowing only because of exertion, having finally won out on the puffing canine.
Rutherford had not been running from anything in particular, though there was a particular destination in mind. Word of a gypsy-like establishment, a pack of those carefree and family oriented had wound its way into his always open ears, immediately appealing to the barely three year old coyote. Rutherford carried a small leather pack carrying multiple notebooks, all filled with his records. Since he'd been just half a year old, Ford had been documenting history, taking stories from anyone willing to give them. It might seem like an odd profession for a young and seemingly blithe individual, but it was fascinating to the male and he enjoyed the stories he heard. Bright and always willing to learn, Rutherford was well practiced in low speak and had records of history from both the canines' point of view as well as those of the birds and other critters whose voices were rarely heard. One of them being and injured sparrow, Rutger, whom he had nursed back to health and now fluttered above him, watching Rutherford's every move. Few cared very much for the knowledge he possessed, but Rutherford had never been one to mind what others thought.
At the approach of the border, Rutherford stood patiently, letting out a low howl, hardly an intimidating one, more of an inquiry than a demand.
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