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Hello! I'm Rhenna, and I'm a newcomer to 'Souls. Pleased to meet you!
1. Character Name: Eliza Tierne
2. Character Birthdate (including year): March 10, 2008 (15 months old)
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci by birth
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: wrimo.literati@gmail.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM – her whys
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Via my college roommate, Rust, who currently plays Tokyo Chance in Dahlia de Mai. She has also told me to mention that she recruited me to DdM so she can "get points." Here ya go, Rust. ;P
Amigad, rambling. ~650 words.
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The strain of the journey was beginning to get to her. Eliza was fit, and more than capable of traveling long distances, but making her way up North alone had been fairly treacherous and covered terrain she had never had to navigate before. Everything was so green here, even though it was colder here than her old pack's lands if anything. It was unnerving. While she wasn't normally one to be easily frightened in situations where she could possibly be in danger, even alone, on her journey she had developed a nervous habit of looking over her shoulder every couple of minutes. She had been used to running in more open, arid terrain. Being enclosed by heavy forest blocked one's sight. It was just another thing she supposed she would have to get used to, but for now it made her feel skittish and on edge. Even as far inland as she was currently, she could smell something strong and sharp, with undertones like water but unlike any water she had ever come across before. She didn't like it.
Upon reflection, Eliza was almost dismayed at how intolerant she was being of this new territory. She considered herself to be reasonably adaptable. It could have been that the pain of Ava's death was still dark and heavy on her shoulders, and she realized this, but if she was going to survive up in this new area she was going to need to do better, and soon. She had been traveling this far North in order to find a pack to call home, and she certainly wasn't going to be going back to her old pack ever again – there was no point in resisting this change of scenery, because the decision had already been made.
She was so thirsty. The thought hit her almost physically. The smell of what she could only imagine was corrupted water had been so unsettling that she had forgone trying to find water fit to drink for the last part of her journey, hoping that soon she would come across a pack to call her own who could guide her to safe water sources.
Eliza had traveled past three packs already, but on closer inspection she had decided that they were not where her allegiance was destined to lay. This inspection was relative, and the one she had passed recently she hadn't dared to actually visit – it seemed much closer to the strange smell, and that couldn't be healthy. She also wanted to put more distance between her swiftly running form and the places she had come from. Between her and the ghosts she had tried to leave behind her. She was rapidly tiring, however, and longed for rest and safety and company. She hungered, but she had been able to hunt small game successfully on the move; most of all, she wished for someone to help her find a place to drink.
She gradually began to smell the scent of another pack, only slightly to the North of her. That must be the lands of Dahlia de Mai, she thought. She had heard of them in passing, and heard that they were fair-dealing, and that at least some of their leaders were beneficent.
She was curious and tired, and so she approached the borders of this pack, where before she had simply passed through the lands of others. Eliza knew she could perform duties at least as well as other wolves, and she took pride in her work. She could have something to offer this pack. She sat cautiously on her haunches. She only had a vague idea of the cultural norms associated with this sort of thing, so she would wait, and hope someone would come by this stretch of Southern border – they must at least have Soldiers or Protectors or something, like her old pack did. Someone would patrol by and find her, eventually.
Hello! I'm Rhenna, and I'm a newcomer to 'Souls. Pleased to meet you!
1. Character Name: Eliza Tierne
2. Character Birthdate (including year): March 10, 2008 (15 months old)
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci by birth
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: wrimo.literati@gmail.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM – her whys
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Via my college roommate, Rust, who currently plays Tokyo Chance in Dahlia de Mai. She has also told me to mention that she recruited me to DdM so she can "get points." Here ya go, Rust. ;P
Amigad, rambling. ~650 words.
The strain of the journey was beginning to get to her. Eliza was fit, and more than capable of traveling long distances, but making her way up North alone had been fairly treacherous and covered terrain she had never had to navigate before. Everything was so green here, even though it was colder here than her old pack's lands if anything. It was unnerving. While she wasn't normally one to be easily frightened in situations where she could possibly be in danger, even alone, on her journey she had developed a nervous habit of looking over her shoulder every couple of minutes. She had been used to running in more open, arid terrain. Being enclosed by heavy forest blocked one's sight. It was just another thing she supposed she would have to get used to, but for now it made her feel skittish and on edge. Even as far inland as she was currently, she could smell something strong and sharp, with undertones like water but unlike any water she had ever come across before. She didn't like it.
Upon reflection, Eliza was almost dismayed at how intolerant she was being of this new territory. She considered herself to be reasonably adaptable. It could have been that the pain of Ava's death was still dark and heavy on her shoulders, and she realized this, but if she was going to survive up in this new area she was going to need to do better, and soon. She had been traveling this far North in order to find a pack to call home, and she certainly wasn't going to be going back to her old pack ever again – there was no point in resisting this change of scenery, because the decision had already been made.
She was so thirsty. The thought hit her almost physically. The smell of what she could only imagine was corrupted water had been so unsettling that she had forgone trying to find water fit to drink for the last part of her journey, hoping that soon she would come across a pack to call her own who could guide her to safe water sources.
Eliza had traveled past three packs already, but on closer inspection she had decided that they were not where her allegiance was destined to lay. This inspection was relative, and the one she had passed recently she hadn't dared to actually visit – it seemed much closer to the strange smell, and that couldn't be healthy. She also wanted to put more distance between her swiftly running form and the places she had come from. Between her and the ghosts she had tried to leave behind her. She was rapidly tiring, however, and longed for rest and safety and company. She hungered, but she had been able to hunt small game successfully on the move; most of all, she wished for someone to help her find a place to drink.
She gradually began to smell the scent of another pack, only slightly to the North of her. That must be the lands of Dahlia de Mai, she thought. She had heard of them in passing, and heard that they were fair-dealing, and that at least some of their leaders were beneficent.
She was curious and tired, and so she approached the borders of this pack, where before she had simply passed through the lands of others. Eliza knew she could perform duties at least as well as other wolves, and she took pride in her work. She could have something to offer this pack. She sat cautiously on her haunches. She only had a vague idea of the cultural norms associated with this sort of thing, so she would wait, and hope someone would come by this stretch of Southern border – they must at least have Soldiers or Protectors or something, like her old pack did. Someone would patrol by and find her, eventually.
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