06-26-2009, 04:47 PM
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1. Character Name: Marrionette Rossueau
2. Character Birthdate (including year): April 1, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci; from birth
4. Species: Canis simensis
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM: TragediesOfPast
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Ad on WWS
The rather slim boy wasn't certain exactly how he had ended up here. Ah, the places your paws took you when you allowed them to lead. Allowed them to wander as they would. The places that they showed you when you allowed them to do so. There were wonderful sights out there once you allowed yourself to view them. And he had spent the year doing that. It was family tradition. You left home at one year old and went to see the world. And course those that took up the pilgrimage were never heard from again. Spiritual walks were never completed. And how did he feel about it? Well he hadn't wanted to leave. But like a puppet on a string he walked away from the lands of birth to make his own way in the world. He had left behind the favoring of a fellow russet and cream canine in order to take the mandatory journey. For all he knew it was a walk that every wolf must take when they came of age. How strange would it be to find out that there were actually places where families remained together.
Feet dabbled into the water as way up the coast was made. The lapping froth didn't alleviate the soreness as would be hoped. And so what to do? Well it was simple. Just a few missteps and a purposeful stumble ended up with him on his hands. Perhaps he looked rather silly to others of the area. Assuming that there were others about. He thought that tuft of grass was marked or something. But with the small waves it was impossible to tell. Already his steps had started to be erased. And how did he know? With just the correct tilt of his head he could see where he had been. And then another slight tilt will show where he is going. And then yet another one made it appear as if the world had fallen onto its side. It was this new perspective that caused a fit a laughter to quake his body. And of course cause him to quickly have to catch himself least he should fall.
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1. Character Name: Marrionette Rossueau
2. Character Birthdate (including year): April 1, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci; from birth
4. Species: Canis simensis
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM: TragediesOfPast
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Ad on WWS
The rather slim boy wasn't certain exactly how he had ended up here. Ah, the places your paws took you when you allowed them to lead. Allowed them to wander as they would. The places that they showed you when you allowed them to do so. There were wonderful sights out there once you allowed yourself to view them. And he had spent the year doing that. It was family tradition. You left home at one year old and went to see the world. And course those that took up the pilgrimage were never heard from again. Spiritual walks were never completed. And how did he feel about it? Well he hadn't wanted to leave. But like a puppet on a string he walked away from the lands of birth to make his own way in the world. He had left behind the favoring of a fellow russet and cream canine in order to take the mandatory journey. For all he knew it was a walk that every wolf must take when they came of age. How strange would it be to find out that there were actually places where families remained together.
Feet dabbled into the water as way up the coast was made. The lapping froth didn't alleviate the soreness as would be hoped. And so what to do? Well it was simple. Just a few missteps and a purposeful stumble ended up with him on his hands. Perhaps he looked rather silly to others of the area. Assuming that there were others about. He thought that tuft of grass was marked or something. But with the small waves it was impossible to tell. Already his steps had started to be erased. And how did he know? With just the correct tilt of his head he could see where he had been. And then another slight tilt will show where he is going. And then yet another one made it appear as if the world had fallen onto its side. It was this new perspective that caused a fit a laughter to quake his body. And of course cause him to quickly have to catch himself least he should fall.
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