07-06-2009, 01:28 PM
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Mason Alexandre Hesiod.
April 17, 2009.
Male.
Coyote/Wolf Hybrid.
Luperci from birth.
gwendolynsflight (AIM).
I also play Geneva and Lannen.
The young boy blinked water out of his eyes. He couldn't tell the time of day because the sun was blocked off by darkened rain clouds. That didn't bother him very much, except for the fact that he was getting tired and wanted to sleep. However, he did not want to waste the day and was determined to sleep only during the night. In the gloom of the storm, he couldn't tell the time, but he had a feeling that it was too early to find a place to rest. Coupled with the fact that he had no idea where he was, Mason decided that he would continue on. It only made sense to do that, at least he found some shelter.
Mason was built well, a little big for his age. The trunk of his body was thick like a wolf's, but his sandy colored pelt and thin snout left no doubt as to the other half of his heritage. His coin-yellow eyes flashed in the dark as he tried to decipher where exactly he was heading. He stopped for a moment and put his black nose to the ground. It was hard to smell much of anything, aside from the water, but the hybrid child pushed himself as he tried to identify anything that would give him some indication about his whereabouts.
His eyes widened as he recognized something somewhat familiar. He could tell now, that there were others about. The prospect excited him and made him nervous. He sat stalk still on the ground, and wondered if someone was close, wondered if someone or something would find him.
April 17, 2009.
Male.
Coyote/Wolf Hybrid.
Luperci from birth.
gwendolynsflight (AIM).
I also play Geneva and Lannen.
The young boy blinked water out of his eyes. He couldn't tell the time of day because the sun was blocked off by darkened rain clouds. That didn't bother him very much, except for the fact that he was getting tired and wanted to sleep. However, he did not want to waste the day and was determined to sleep only during the night. In the gloom of the storm, he couldn't tell the time, but he had a feeling that it was too early to find a place to rest. Coupled with the fact that he had no idea where he was, Mason decided that he would continue on. It only made sense to do that, at least he found some shelter.
Mason was built well, a little big for his age. The trunk of his body was thick like a wolf's, but his sandy colored pelt and thin snout left no doubt as to the other half of his heritage. His coin-yellow eyes flashed in the dark as he tried to decipher where exactly he was heading. He stopped for a moment and put his black nose to the ground. It was hard to smell much of anything, aside from the water, but the hybrid child pushed himself as he tried to identify anything that would give him some indication about his whereabouts.
His eyes widened as he recognized something somewhat familiar. He could tell now, that there were others about. The prospect excited him and made him nervous. He sat stalk still on the ground, and wondered if someone was close, wondered if someone or something would find him.