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1. Character Name: Lark Saer
2. Character Birthdate (including year): October 10, 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Luperci Ortus
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact: stealingknickersatgmaildotcom
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Geneva Stockholm
8. Initial post:
The girl was lucky that the weather was so warm, and she knew that. The young girl moved slowly, thoughtfully choosing her footsteps as she moved over the unfamiliar terrain. She moved, almost as though she had delved into a dream. Although so young, she had traveled over the span of several miles in search of a woman she knew by name alone. Perhaps it was silly to wander, or to "go off on a lark" as her father would say, but that was why her parents had given her the moniker to begin with. She was a dreamer. She moved through planes that only existed in prism-colored clouds.
Her pelt was light gray, the color of dissipating storm clouds. Her light green eyes flashed as her eyes sought a woman whose face would be like a reflection of her own. The youth was lanky, growing into her adult body. Her long legs told of a future of tallness, but the rest of her body had yet to fill out. She was scrawny and gangly, with a look that permanently spoke of hunger. But she was far from underfed, able to fend for herself if need be.
Her mother's sister had always come up in the strangest of stories, and Lark wanted to find her. She only knew that her Aunt Geneva had gone north with her uncle, Jordan. The young wolf wanted to lay eyes upon the woman that supposedly looked like her. Lark hadn't taken after either of her chocolate colored parents, a snowy outsider in her earth-hued family. Adventuring was a tradition that lay thick within her blood, and she hoped that this adventure would prove to be the best of all.
1. Character Name: Lark Saer
2. Character Birthdate (including year): October 10, 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Luperci Ortus
5. Gender: Female
6. A secondary form of contact: stealingknickersatgmaildotcom
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Geneva Stockholm
8. Initial post:
The girl was lucky that the weather was so warm, and she knew that. The young girl moved slowly, thoughtfully choosing her footsteps as she moved over the unfamiliar terrain. She moved, almost as though she had delved into a dream. Although so young, she had traveled over the span of several miles in search of a woman she knew by name alone. Perhaps it was silly to wander, or to "go off on a lark" as her father would say, but that was why her parents had given her the moniker to begin with. She was a dreamer. She moved through planes that only existed in prism-colored clouds.
Her pelt was light gray, the color of dissipating storm clouds. Her light green eyes flashed as her eyes sought a woman whose face would be like a reflection of her own. The youth was lanky, growing into her adult body. Her long legs told of a future of tallness, but the rest of her body had yet to fill out. She was scrawny and gangly, with a look that permanently spoke of hunger. But she was far from underfed, able to fend for herself if need be.
Her mother's sister had always come up in the strangest of stories, and Lark wanted to find her. She only knew that her Aunt Geneva had gone north with her uncle, Jordan. The young wolf wanted to lay eyes upon the woman that supposedly looked like her. Lark hadn't taken after either of her chocolate colored parents, a snowy outsider in her earth-hued family. Adventuring was a tradition that lay thick within her blood, and she hoped that this adventure would prove to be the best of all.