02-22-2009, 06:13 PM
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Forward dated to February 26.
1. Character Name: Geneva Stockholm
2. Character Birthdate (including year): May 31, 06
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: gwendolynsflight
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): PM
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Current Member
Geneva reminded herself to breathe as the trail of her footprints grew. If she looked behind her, she could see a clear path in the snow of her paw prints. Taking that first step had been the hardest. It had been foolish, but she had squeezed her eyes shut tight when she had first stepped out of Crimson Dreams borders. As if she had expected to encounter an invisible barrier to keep her there. But leaving the borders had been easier than she had ever imagined.
The grayscale wolfess felt equal parts relief and guilt as the distance grew.
The pads of her paws were chilled by the snow. She squinted lime colored eyes as the wind gusted. The route she took now was one of memory. She had no sense of smell to work with. Instead, she recalled a day not so long ago when she had spoken to a one-eyed male.
She had no idea why, but the scene resonated in her head. She had been so terrified that day. She didn't know why the scene would offer her some peculiar comfort now. It was funny how she found herself, before she even knew it, at the very location that event had taken place. Geneva stood at the borders, waiting, her mind turning each phrase around. And then she knew why she had come.
1. Character Name: Geneva Stockholm
2. Character Birthdate (including year): May 31, 06
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: gwendolynsflight
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): PM
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Current Member
Geneva reminded herself to breathe as the trail of her footprints grew. If she looked behind her, she could see a clear path in the snow of her paw prints. Taking that first step had been the hardest. It had been foolish, but she had squeezed her eyes shut tight when she had first stepped out of Crimson Dreams borders. As if she had expected to encounter an invisible barrier to keep her there. But leaving the borders had been easier than she had ever imagined.
The grayscale wolfess felt equal parts relief and guilt as the distance grew.
The pads of her paws were chilled by the snow. She squinted lime colored eyes as the wind gusted. The route she took now was one of memory. She had no sense of smell to work with. Instead, she recalled a day not so long ago when she had spoken to a one-eyed male.
She had no idea why, but the scene resonated in her head. She had been so terrified that day. She didn't know why the scene would offer her some peculiar comfort now. It was funny how she found herself, before she even knew it, at the very location that event had taken place. Geneva stood at the borders, waiting, her mind turning each phrase around. And then she knew why she had come.