Oh hai thar
Character Name: Lubomir Varg
Character Birthdate (including year): 04/06/04
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci Ortus
Gender: Male
Your e-mail:
passionless.motion@gmail.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM: funnylittlecloud
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Been here, dropped out, came back
The grey wolf was slightly more than a shadow. He padded noiselessly through the trees, leaving hardly a mark behind him. So long, he had been gone for so long. His nose lifted to catch a scent, he grunted to himself and trudged on. His body was going to abandon him if he didn't stop pushing himself so much. But he was close, he really was. He would be there. Soon. And indeed, the smell of wolf became so pervasive, he knew he had reached his destination.
Lubomir collapsed at the edge of the border, his lungs burning. Too long, he had been gone so long, his mind was wandering back and forth between Skoll's death and the journey that followed. He shook his head, trying to concentrate. He steadied himself and slowly issued one slow wail, a call for his white angel. The song was full of sorrow and a call for help. He wondered, vaguely, if she had not left. Well, if she had, he would simply move on. Like, it seemed now, he had been doing all his life.
