11-07-2008, 03:39 PM
Character Name: Geneva Stockholm
Character Birthdate (including year): May 1, 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Canis lupus ortus
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). aim - gwendolynsflight
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Initial post:
A sleek dark gray shadow against the thick carpet of startlingly green flora, Stockholm trekked carefully, doing her best not to trample the plentiful bowers of blossoms and leaves. She minded her footsteps carefully in order to keep from tangling her paws within the surprising surplus of herbs and vegetation. They wove a heady scent upon the light, warm breeze. But beneath that scent, was the scent of other wolves. She knew that she was skirting the edges of claimed territory, and the knowledge thrilled through her. She was careful to stay within the outermost boundaries of the scent-marked territory, mindful that any cavalier action would most likely spell out failure for her.
She reveled in the warmth of the sun that seemed to reverbate through the territory, as if light could have sound or taste. Her dark gray form, the color of concrete, almost shone with health once again. But the luster of her coat was tainted by flecks of congealed, hardened, dried blood that still decorated her still distended belly. She worried that if someone from this territory were to come upon her, they might be judge her. Self consciously, she turned to one side to partially hide the view of her sore body.
The scent of the blood had faded and had clung to her skin for some time now. But since the sudden end of her pregnancy, she had scarcely had the energy to do much of anything. She had tried to groom herself properly but had devoted much of her energies to walking and running when she could. It seemed now that her journey might have met its end. Standing somewhat tiredly, but alertly, she waited.
Character Birthdate (including year): May 1, 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Canis lupus ortus
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). aim - gwendolynsflight
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Google
Initial post:
A sleek dark gray shadow against the thick carpet of startlingly green flora, Stockholm trekked carefully, doing her best not to trample the plentiful bowers of blossoms and leaves. She minded her footsteps carefully in order to keep from tangling her paws within the surprising surplus of herbs and vegetation. They wove a heady scent upon the light, warm breeze. But beneath that scent, was the scent of other wolves. She knew that she was skirting the edges of claimed territory, and the knowledge thrilled through her. She was careful to stay within the outermost boundaries of the scent-marked territory, mindful that any cavalier action would most likely spell out failure for her.
She reveled in the warmth of the sun that seemed to reverbate through the territory, as if light could have sound or taste. Her dark gray form, the color of concrete, almost shone with health once again. But the luster of her coat was tainted by flecks of congealed, hardened, dried blood that still decorated her still distended belly. She worried that if someone from this territory were to come upon her, they might be judge her. Self consciously, she turned to one side to partially hide the view of her sore body.
The scent of the blood had faded and had clung to her skin for some time now. But since the sudden end of her pregnancy, she had scarcely had the energy to do much of anything. She had tried to groom herself properly but had devoted much of her energies to walking and running when she could. It seemed now that her journey might have met its end. Standing somewhat tiredly, but alertly, she waited.