02-01-2008, 04:55 AM
Character Name: Susquehanna
Character Birthdate (including year): Gawd... *finds old joiners from BS 1* May/June '03? Jeez, she's an old woman!
Wolf or Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Your e-mail: usquehanna9587@yahoo.com">susquehanna9587@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact: thirringingerfur-AIM or born2fly46902@yahoo.com-MSN
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: I joined here a LONG time ago and had to leave for -----awhile. Hanna's been haunting me, so I decided 'twas time to bring her back.
-----Hanna was confused. The ebony female had arrived back in the ‘Souls area not hours before, and made her way immediately north from her ingress point west of the swamp area to the place where she thought the Syemv pack had reigned. When she got there, she found the house in ruins, and was greeted by the slightly rangier scent of coyote, instead of that of wolf. She knew Inferni had been close in location to Syemv, but never had she expected a takeover of any kind, not with Akumu in control. Not even with Phasma, who Hanna only knew by name, as Alpha Female, had she expected the house to fall.
-----When she recovered from her shock enough to glimpse what she thought was a coyote “greeting party” she’d not stuck around to find out if she was right. Coys could be every bit as vicious as wolves, and she didn’t fancy adding any more scars to her already prominent few. A clawed ebony hand had stroked her throat thoughtfully, feeling the rough flesh that was a scar from her sister. After fleeing from what was now Inferni’s Packlands, Hanna had moved in a general westerly direction, toward her old pack, Chimera.
-----Upon reaching the borders, she’d stopped for a moment, dropped her packs, faithful to her yet, and begun the shift. If she was going to confront Damien’s spawn, or any Chimeran, for that matter, she was going to do it in full Optime form. Her bones began to twist, not crunching nearly as much as her first shift, and before long, she stood there in, as the name suggested, the optimal form. Her night-kissed tresses fell in a long wave down her ebon back. Similarly colored fur dusted the rest of her body, growing slightly longer in choice places. The now fully adult female stood around six feet, three inches in height, and she drew herself up fully to that height now. A silken tail wandered around her knee area as the female examined the razor-sharp claws on her fingers for blemishes. Finding none, she retracted them, stooped to her satchels and, rifling through one of them, drew out her clothing of choice.
-----A crimson pair of lacy women’s under things was extracted first, followed by a pair of khaki trousers. Both garments were modified for her tail, which stuck through. She pulled these on, panties first. She loved the trousers. They hung slack around her waist, but clung to her hips and thighs, before flaring back out. The female rolled up the cuffs to her calves, giving the pants a jaunty pirate look. A black leather belt was pulled through the loops on the pants, and two knife sheaths hung from it before it was buckled. Finally, a peasant top, cream in color, was extracted from the bag and shrugged onto Hanna’s torso. A panel of lace adorned the front yoke, held together by a thong matching the color of the pants. Two onyx beads swung from either end of the leather string, which Hanna tied into a decorative bow. The fabric gathered around the Luperci’s waist, and the belled sleeves, whose cuffs were also fashioned of lace, were split on the inside of the arm to the elbow, for easier movement.
-----Her apparel complete, Hanna walked on into the territory. She expected to be stopped at any moment, but not one wolf challenged her place there. By this time, Hanna was as confused as she’d been when no one had been around Syemv, but the confusion turned to a bit of grief as she approached the center of what had once been Chimera. The throne was empty. Bits of grass and leaves were strewn across it, as though it hadn’t been used in months. More somber, now, than she’d been when she’d seen the house, Hanna had started toward the place where her nephew was an alpha. IF it was still there.
-----Hanna now paced incessantly toward the murky area where she knew – no, she shook her head, thought would be the safer term at this point – the Clouded Tears lands to be. She reached the borders and stopped, using her keen nose to detect a mark. Finding one, Hanna walked a small ways forward and let out a howl for her nephew – Laruku Tears.
Character Birthdate (including year): Gawd... *finds old joiners from BS 1* May/June '03? Jeez, she's an old woman!
Wolf or Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Your e-mail: usquehanna9587@yahoo.com">susquehanna9587@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact: thirringingerfur-AIM or born2fly46902@yahoo.com-MSN
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: I joined here a LONG time ago and had to leave for -----awhile. Hanna's been haunting me, so I decided 'twas time to bring her back.
-----Hanna was confused. The ebony female had arrived back in the ‘Souls area not hours before, and made her way immediately north from her ingress point west of the swamp area to the place where she thought the Syemv pack had reigned. When she got there, she found the house in ruins, and was greeted by the slightly rangier scent of coyote, instead of that of wolf. She knew Inferni had been close in location to Syemv, but never had she expected a takeover of any kind, not with Akumu in control. Not even with Phasma, who Hanna only knew by name, as Alpha Female, had she expected the house to fall.
-----When she recovered from her shock enough to glimpse what she thought was a coyote “greeting party” she’d not stuck around to find out if she was right. Coys could be every bit as vicious as wolves, and she didn’t fancy adding any more scars to her already prominent few. A clawed ebony hand had stroked her throat thoughtfully, feeling the rough flesh that was a scar from her sister. After fleeing from what was now Inferni’s Packlands, Hanna had moved in a general westerly direction, toward her old pack, Chimera.
-----Upon reaching the borders, she’d stopped for a moment, dropped her packs, faithful to her yet, and begun the shift. If she was going to confront Damien’s spawn, or any Chimeran, for that matter, she was going to do it in full Optime form. Her bones began to twist, not crunching nearly as much as her first shift, and before long, she stood there in, as the name suggested, the optimal form. Her night-kissed tresses fell in a long wave down her ebon back. Similarly colored fur dusted the rest of her body, growing slightly longer in choice places. The now fully adult female stood around six feet, three inches in height, and she drew herself up fully to that height now. A silken tail wandered around her knee area as the female examined the razor-sharp claws on her fingers for blemishes. Finding none, she retracted them, stooped to her satchels and, rifling through one of them, drew out her clothing of choice.
-----A crimson pair of lacy women’s under things was extracted first, followed by a pair of khaki trousers. Both garments were modified for her tail, which stuck through. She pulled these on, panties first. She loved the trousers. They hung slack around her waist, but clung to her hips and thighs, before flaring back out. The female rolled up the cuffs to her calves, giving the pants a jaunty pirate look. A black leather belt was pulled through the loops on the pants, and two knife sheaths hung from it before it was buckled. Finally, a peasant top, cream in color, was extracted from the bag and shrugged onto Hanna’s torso. A panel of lace adorned the front yoke, held together by a thong matching the color of the pants. Two onyx beads swung from either end of the leather string, which Hanna tied into a decorative bow. The fabric gathered around the Luperci’s waist, and the belled sleeves, whose cuffs were also fashioned of lace, were split on the inside of the arm to the elbow, for easier movement.
-----Her apparel complete, Hanna walked on into the territory. She expected to be stopped at any moment, but not one wolf challenged her place there. By this time, Hanna was as confused as she’d been when no one had been around Syemv, but the confusion turned to a bit of grief as she approached the center of what had once been Chimera. The throne was empty. Bits of grass and leaves were strewn across it, as though it hadn’t been used in months. More somber, now, than she’d been when she’d seen the house, Hanna had started toward the place where her nephew was an alpha. IF it was still there.
-----Hanna now paced incessantly toward the murky area where she knew – no, she shook her head, thought would be the safer term at this point – the Clouded Tears lands to be. She reached the borders and stopped, using her keen nose to detect a mark. Finding one, Hanna walked a small ways forward and let out a howl for her nephew – Laruku Tears.