[/html]Character Name: Sedition Wick
Character Birthdate (including year): October 1st, 2001
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He missed his sister already despite parting only three days ago. The silver and white wolf hadn't been alone in years - he always had a sibling close by or he had been back in Berowick with the tribe. Those had been fun years, ruling alongside Vorraussetzung. Now he was alone, wandering towards the only pack aside from Berowick that he had felt welcome in. There are been a few clans that he had traveled with but it was on a strictly Bardic venture not the family atmosphere that Jaded Shadows offered. He had wondered when deciding where to go if those that he had shared the ranks with before would still be there. Barely able to remember names of cousins his memory had been devoted to his arts. Even if he didn't remember the names of any of the Jaded Shadows members he would recognize their faces. It was a comforting thought in the darkness of this pre-dawn day. Leaving his sister still sleeping he had whispered to the crow that followed her that he would be back someday and to tell her not to worry. The bird had seemed to understand and tucking its head under a black wing went back to sleep. That had been three days ago, now he was alone and already beginning to smell the traces of the Jaded Shadows borders approaching.
Completely shifted he wiped off the little bit of snow that covered his new seat easing himself onto a rock near the borders. The leather belt that held his carving tools was wrapped snugly around his waist, fingers gently searching the various pockets. Long fingers pulled out a small carving tool similar to an ice pick and a smooth round stone. Ice blue eyes scanned the skies for the sunrise but still only the faintest colors could be made out. Dawn, he guessed, would most likely be fully broken in an hour or so. Sedition had always enjoyed the rising colors, being an early wolf each morning he would sit and carve as the colors broke the lightening skies. Not every wolf was like himself though and why he had decided to come to the borders so early was beyond him, his feet often traveled and his mind struggled to keep up. He blamed the wandering nature of the Bard. Swirling a clawed finger in the light covering of snow around him he traced a design that had been burning in his mind before setting back to the task at hand; etching the very faint outline. The small washed stone was just barely palm-sized and a very light sandstone color, the perfect color for the abstract tribal-style design he wanted to do. Tail unconsciously curled around his half of his back and onto his legs, covering the small scars that littered his left thigh.
He would wait without sound or complaint until those checking the borders came across him. He hoped to offer the stone to the current alpha, was it still Mord... Mordulin? The name came rushing back and he smiled as he gently began the initial carving. Either way he hadn't met a wolf that couldn't appreciate his art. Call it a gift, Sedition sure as hell did.
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