Character Name: Anatola
Character Birthdate (including year): January 1st 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: 100% Canis lupus ortus
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). PM
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Sporks (Allegro Aston) referred me.
Initial post:
She was bored. She had been wandering aimlessly for days now. The young wolf was tired, hungry and technically miserable. She had decided to find a new pack after her past mate had passed trying to defend her. She had convinced him she didn't need protection. She thought she was strong and capable of being indepedant. As a result of her mindless thinking, Anatola was left without the one she loved and with practically hundreds of scars covering her whole body.
Anatola was a young wolf. She was clueless. She had no knowledge of the real world. She made it seem like she did, yet she didn't. At all. The young wolf had a dark brown coat with one blue eye and one brown eye. Now, she had scars. Big, deep, thick scars. Not just any scars but scars that reminded her of the battle where she lost him. Anatola had tried her hardest to forget him but it wasn't working. She had came to the Phoenix Valley borders to start over and live a better life. She wasn't leaving much behind.
Anatola paced back and forth near the borders. It was dawn and the sunrays of the early morning were creeping up from the distance. The air was cool and crisp; a light breeze was batting against Anatola's fur. It was refreshing and let her mind rest. She was in a daze; completely whole and at peace. She didn't think anything could break her thoughts. For the first time in a while, Anatola felt like she had when her mate was alive. Perhaps even better.
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