* Character Name:
* Character Birthdate (including year):
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci:
* Your e-mail:
* A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M).
And, if I may ask, is his fur dyed blue or a tattoo? We don't allow unnatural colored fur unless it is dyed or tattooed.
indentThe days were growing much more cold and snowy as time passed into the winter months where, even just weeks before, it had been comfortable outside. Now, no matter where she seemed to be, there was always a thick layer of snow covering the grounds. The raven woman stood out easily against the stark white of the snow which, much to her dismay, hadn't made hunting an easy task. Phasma wasn't out hunting today though, not yet. She'd been in Jaded Shadows for only a single day and had taken up the spot of Beta rather suddenly. Really, she was just appreciative of the home that her mother figured had offered her, the gesture that she was fit for helping them lead, that was just a boost of confidence.
indentBeing new to Jaded Shadows and the fact that she'd only visited for very limited amounts of time before, meant that the dark colored lady had to take the time to get used to the lands. Her plan was to start from the borders, make a trip around them and progressively move farther inward. Phasma knew that she wouldn't get it all in one go, but it would be good to start. Padding through the snow, the raven woman admired the scenery. She'd never really stopped to see the lands, to realize just how beautiful they actually were.
indentIn her wanderings, as she rounded the first bend of the borders, something caught her attention. The chilly winds brought a scent to her nose suddenly, a stranger whose scent had yet to embed itself into the lands, much like her own. He was either a newcomer or someone freshly joined, just as she. Picking up her pace, Phasma traveled until slate eyes caught sight of the male. She looked him over as she approached, breaking through the line of bare trees and suddenly into sight. "Do you need some help?" Inquired the onyx colored woman as she approached, taking note that he seemed a bit uncomfortable. Phasma slowed herself to a halt a few feet away, awaiting an answer.
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