08-03-2009, 10:33 PM
Character Name: Angelique du Coudray
Character Birthdate: 09/21/2002
Luperci Gene: Present
Species: Buffalo Wolf
Gender: Female
Contact: big_stinkin_dreamer@hotmail.com
How did you find souls?: Paragon - was also a previous member here.
IC:
Blackened form moved within the shadows of the night as the moon peeked through the trees to spot the stalker. So many shadows were in the forest that unless you used all your senses, you couldn't tell who was foe or friendly, alive or inanimate. The wind didn't even whisper through the trees as a small thud noise was emitting from the trees as if they were moving themselves. A pair of ice blue eyes colder than glaciers were glowing in the darkness. As the female made her way through the trees, on her back was a pack made of elk hide holding various items such as medicines, tools and weaponry as well as a flute or two.
Nearing the borders, Angel stood in her were form and sniffed the air. The scent was strong here. She could tell she was close to the borders and needed to tread cautiously. Angel didn't know who or what she would come across, but she did know she needed to keep her guard up. Stepping so she was only ten feet away from the border, she placed her pack down on the ground and pulled out a flute. Letting out a howl, she called for the alpha that ruled on these lands or at least some one that would allow her access into the pack. Once she was silenced again, she put her flute to her lips and began playing a dirge while she waited.
Character Birthdate: 09/21/2002
Luperci Gene: Present
Species: Buffalo Wolf
Gender: Female
Contact: big_stinkin_dreamer@hotmail.com
How did you find souls?: Paragon - was also a previous member here.
IC:
Blackened form moved within the shadows of the night as the moon peeked through the trees to spot the stalker. So many shadows were in the forest that unless you used all your senses, you couldn't tell who was foe or friendly, alive or inanimate. The wind didn't even whisper through the trees as a small thud noise was emitting from the trees as if they were moving themselves. A pair of ice blue eyes colder than glaciers were glowing in the darkness. As the female made her way through the trees, on her back was a pack made of elk hide holding various items such as medicines, tools and weaponry as well as a flute or two.
Nearing the borders, Angel stood in her were form and sniffed the air. The scent was strong here. She could tell she was close to the borders and needed to tread cautiously. Angel didn't know who or what she would come across, but she did know she needed to keep her guard up. Stepping so she was only ten feet away from the border, she placed her pack down on the ground and pulled out a flute. Letting out a howl, she called for the alpha that ruled on these lands or at least some one that would allow her access into the pack. Once she was silenced again, she put her flute to her lips and began playing a dirge while she waited.