06-10-2009, 06:04 PM
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Hah, my second joining thread of the day, ^=^ Welcome to ‘Souls. You’ll also want to be filling this part out; just add it to the top of your initial post:
Character Name:
Character Birthdate (including year):
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci:
Species:
Gender:
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
300+
The woad marked female moved from the boarders, past the female who called herself Shell. That female had trespassed upon Dahlian territory, and while the female had claimed that she had known Cercelee and that Cercelee had invited her to come, that had been no excuse for such action. The black fae disliked disrespect above all things, and to trespass over the boarders of claimed lands was to commit a disrespect upon the land and upon the members of the pack. But the warrior did not allow the irritation to linger long within her mind—she was not one to hold grudges. And with a soft sigh, the woad warrior expelled those needless emotions from her being, once more able to exist in that enlightened tranquility. Her paws carried her from the Dahlian boarders. She traveled still in her lupus form, four paws carrying her with that natural, fluid grace that she retained so easily.
Before she was even out of sight of the boarders, however, another unfamiliar scent was caught. The woad marked fae paused, lifting the woad bound maw to the air. This scent, like the scent of Shell and Willow Siam of the day before, held no distinguishing mark of a pack. The warrior began moving again, but she turned her body back to the boarders. The Dahlian Adonis found a prone figure near the lands as she approached from behind. The patience of this female was already wiser than that of the other. "Hello," the soft, alto melody called quietly. She crossed over the boarders before turning to face the female that lay before her. The white orbs watched her, meeting her gaze with that quiet, unblinking intensity that she held so easily. There was a silent warning as she placed herself between the pack and this lone creature. "Are you awaiting something?"
Hah, my second joining thread of the day, ^=^ Welcome to ‘Souls. You’ll also want to be filling this part out; just add it to the top of your initial post:
Character Name:
Character Birthdate (including year):
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci:
Species:
Gender:
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
300+
The woad marked female moved from the boarders, past the female who called herself Shell. That female had trespassed upon Dahlian territory, and while the female had claimed that she had known Cercelee and that Cercelee had invited her to come, that had been no excuse for such action. The black fae disliked disrespect above all things, and to trespass over the boarders of claimed lands was to commit a disrespect upon the land and upon the members of the pack. But the warrior did not allow the irritation to linger long within her mind—she was not one to hold grudges. And with a soft sigh, the woad warrior expelled those needless emotions from her being, once more able to exist in that enlightened tranquility. Her paws carried her from the Dahlian boarders. She traveled still in her lupus form, four paws carrying her with that natural, fluid grace that she retained so easily.
Before she was even out of sight of the boarders, however, another unfamiliar scent was caught. The woad marked fae paused, lifting the woad bound maw to the air. This scent, like the scent of Shell and Willow Siam of the day before, held no distinguishing mark of a pack. The warrior began moving again, but she turned her body back to the boarders. The Dahlian Adonis found a prone figure near the lands as she approached from behind. The patience of this female was already wiser than that of the other. "Hello," the soft, alto melody called quietly. She crossed over the boarders before turning to face the female that lay before her. The white orbs watched her, meeting her gaze with that quiet, unblinking intensity that she held so easily. There was a silent warning as she placed herself between the pack and this lone creature. "Are you awaiting something?"