01-12-2008, 08:07 PM
[html]Character Name: Miracle Milagros
Character Birthdate (including year): March 2006
Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
Your e-mail: mytonguewastied@yahoo(dot)com
A secondary form of contact: kmagner@siprep(dot)org
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Zeke told me to join Storm. So, here I am.
Mira sulked as her paws dipped deeper into the snow. She dug her claws reflexively in the ground, for a fraction of a second thinking that she'd somehow lost traction and would slip. There was more than a possiblity that she would end up faceplanting within her next few paces. Miracle was a true-born klutz. Everyday, without fail, her paws always seemed to fall just so on sharp rocks or roots hidden beneath the snow and dirt. And as for gravity? It just so happened to be her best friend, delighting in smashing her maw into the mud. She'd come through life with legs just long enough to make her gawky, sticking out like reeds beneath the trunk of her body. During the hard times, like in the winter, her legs were thin enough to make her look like a spindly four-legged spider.
She felt distinctly uncomfortable amid the endless drifts of white, which made the landscape soft as a dream. She stuck out like a sore thumb, bright as a sunspot among an endless field of fluffy cumulus clouds. Her pelt was a bright, bright gold color. Which made camoflaguing next to impossible, in this climate anyway. Her sense of smell told her that others were around, and she smiled and cringed at the same time, wishing that she was a blander, paler color.
If she where in her shifted, two-legged form, she'd have smacked herself on the forehead. She couldn't deny the nervous tension fluttering in her belly and rattling around in her head. But she hadn't exactly been frolicking in the snow for all these weeks just for the joy of spending time on her own. She had been seeking others like her, and perhaps a new place to stay. Honestly, she did not know what exactly she wanted, except to lay eyes on another wolfen face. With a measure of hesitance, she lifted her face to the air and let out a short howl that tapered at the end into a choking cough. She had almost changed her mind in the first half minute of howling, but the deed was done. All she could do was wait.
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Character Birthdate (including year): March 2006
Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
Your e-mail: mytonguewastied@yahoo(dot)com
A secondary form of contact: kmagner@siprep(dot)org
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Zeke told me to join Storm. So, here I am.
Mira sulked as her paws dipped deeper into the snow. She dug her claws reflexively in the ground, for a fraction of a second thinking that she'd somehow lost traction and would slip. There was more than a possiblity that she would end up faceplanting within her next few paces. Miracle was a true-born klutz. Everyday, without fail, her paws always seemed to fall just so on sharp rocks or roots hidden beneath the snow and dirt. And as for gravity? It just so happened to be her best friend, delighting in smashing her maw into the mud. She'd come through life with legs just long enough to make her gawky, sticking out like reeds beneath the trunk of her body. During the hard times, like in the winter, her legs were thin enough to make her look like a spindly four-legged spider.
She felt distinctly uncomfortable amid the endless drifts of white, which made the landscape soft as a dream. She stuck out like a sore thumb, bright as a sunspot among an endless field of fluffy cumulus clouds. Her pelt was a bright, bright gold color. Which made camoflaguing next to impossible, in this climate anyway. Her sense of smell told her that others were around, and she smiled and cringed at the same time, wishing that she was a blander, paler color.
If she where in her shifted, two-legged form, she'd have smacked herself on the forehead. She couldn't deny the nervous tension fluttering in her belly and rattling around in her head. But she hadn't exactly been frolicking in the snow for all these weeks just for the joy of spending time on her own. She had been seeking others like her, and perhaps a new place to stay. Honestly, she did not know what exactly she wanted, except to lay eyes on another wolfen face. With a measure of hesitance, she lifted her face to the air and let out a short howl that tapered at the end into a choking cough. She had almost changed her mind in the first half minute of howling, but the deed was done. All she could do was wait.
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