12-16-2009, 12:03 AM
OOC:
Character Name: Artemis Danae
Character Birthdate (including year): winter of 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Luperci Ortus
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact: artemisdana@live.com
How you found 'Souls: Anya from Phoenix Valley
Initial Post:
Artemis hunkered down in the bushes, growling deep in his throat. It wasn't a threatening sound, just a habitual sound that he barely even noticed anymore. After his mother died, he had gotten into the habit of growling quietly to let others know that he wasn't the best wolf to sneak up on. His past had just been that violent. Red closed over his eyes as he tried to avoid thinking about his uncle. That bastard had gotten what he had deserved.
Slinking in the shadows, Artemis believed that he could not be seen. He knew, though, that if someone wanted to find him, all they had to do was lift their noses to the breeze and inhale deeply. He wasn't trying to hide himself. The dark covered his fur better than any other time of day, although he preferred twilight to any other time, because of the breeze that ran casually through his thick fur.
Artemis sighed. Now was the time, now or never. The question was, should he howl, or let whoever was in charge of this pack come to him in their own sweet time? Making up his mind, he lifted his pale muzzle to the sky and let out a mournful howl that resonated through his chest. That would get their attention.
Character Name: Artemis Danae
Character Birthdate (including year): winter of 2006
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Luperci Ortus
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact: artemisdana@live.com
How you found 'Souls: Anya from Phoenix Valley
Initial Post:
Artemis hunkered down in the bushes, growling deep in his throat. It wasn't a threatening sound, just a habitual sound that he barely even noticed anymore. After his mother died, he had gotten into the habit of growling quietly to let others know that he wasn't the best wolf to sneak up on. His past had just been that violent. Red closed over his eyes as he tried to avoid thinking about his uncle. That bastard had gotten what he had deserved.
Slinking in the shadows, Artemis believed that he could not be seen. He knew, though, that if someone wanted to find him, all they had to do was lift their noses to the breeze and inhale deeply. He wasn't trying to hide himself. The dark covered his fur better than any other time of day, although he preferred twilight to any other time, because of the breeze that ran casually through his thick fur.
Artemis sighed. Now was the time, now or never. The question was, should he howl, or let whoever was in charge of this pack come to him in their own sweet time? Making up his mind, he lifted his pale muzzle to the sky and let out a mournful howl that resonated through his chest. That would get their attention.