12-07-2008, 03:49 PM
1. Character Name: Pepe Sadira
2. Character Birthdate (including year): I don't remember! But lets just say January 23, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci : Luperci
4. Gender: Man
5. Your e-mail: waywardsonsays@yahoo.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): wayward son says
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Used to be here.
It was cold, and the landscape wasn't anything like he remembered. He walked carefully across the snowy lands. The soft, cold storm of white made him blend in. His pelt was the color of the snow that fell silently and covered the ground. Beneath his feet it crunched. He walked with his ears up like the sails of a ship, searching for a sound. He pressed his nose to the ground, seeking a scent from so long ago. He knew these lands were not like the ones he had lived in before.
When he had tried to find the lands of his childhood, they had been twisted and dead. Obviously some tragedy had fallen there. His heart contracted in his chest with guilt, almost killing his hope. But he had to hope. He had to believe that he would find her again, or else all his efforts would have been for nothing. He chose to hope, although his deep ocean blue eyes were hard and shiny with emotion.
His heart fluttered when he thought he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. But he couldn't be sure. And what if Iskata didn't want to see him again? He had left without a word. It had hurt him to leave, although it hadn't been his intention. He had been lost. But still, he hoped that there was still love for him in the heart of the wolf he still called his mother.
2. Character Birthdate (including year): I don't remember! But lets just say January 23, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci : Luperci
4. Gender: Man
5. Your e-mail: waywardsonsays@yahoo.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): wayward son says
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Used to be here.
It was cold, and the landscape wasn't anything like he remembered. He walked carefully across the snowy lands. The soft, cold storm of white made him blend in. His pelt was the color of the snow that fell silently and covered the ground. Beneath his feet it crunched. He walked with his ears up like the sails of a ship, searching for a sound. He pressed his nose to the ground, seeking a scent from so long ago. He knew these lands were not like the ones he had lived in before.
When he had tried to find the lands of his childhood, they had been twisted and dead. Obviously some tragedy had fallen there. His heart contracted in his chest with guilt, almost killing his hope. But he had to hope. He had to believe that he would find her again, or else all his efforts would have been for nothing. He chose to hope, although his deep ocean blue eyes were hard and shiny with emotion.
His heart fluttered when he thought he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. But he couldn't be sure. And what if Iskata didn't want to see him again? He had left without a word. It had hurt him to leave, although it hadn't been his intention. He had been lost. But still, he hoped that there was still love for him in the heart of the wolf he still called his mother.