12-30-2009, 11:56 PM
Character Name: Damien Vanyer
Character Birthdate (including year): September 11, 2009
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Canis Lupus
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
AIM: omg its kitaahyy ; msn tupid____polarbear@hotmail.com">stupid____polarbear@hotmail.com
How you found 'Souls: returning :3
Initial post:
mrr, the backstory's a little weak, i'm ironing it out. |:
The boy was small, but he was not afraid. A lesser child would have been, but Damien was confident as he stepped, half-stumbling over his unsteady paws. He was young but already proud, unable to hide the bravado of puphood from spilling out of his electric eyes. Although the pup wouldn't be able to revel in the oddity of his situation, it was unusual. Three month old pups were not often wandering about. Three month pups don't just tumble into the waiting arms of packs. Damien hadn't been unaided, naturally, in his short venture.
His mother had apparantly been struggling with some sort of decision. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of words yet, so he bit at her ankles, getting her attention. "Goin' whar?" He asked her, gnawing her toes. She shook him off impatiently. "You'll see," she told her pseudo-child. It wasn't for him to know what she was thinking about.
Damien stood up on his hind legs and fell backwards, scowling at the sky. His mum was gone now and he didn't know why he was here, exactly, but he didn't wonder where she had gone. Most unusually of all, the child didn't care. The thought of death or abandonment never crossed his mind. After all, Damien, in his mind, was immortal and untouchable.
Character Birthdate (including year): September 11, 2009
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Canis Lupus
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M):
AIM: omg its kitaahyy ; msn tupid____polarbear@hotmail.com">stupid____polarbear@hotmail.com
How you found 'Souls: returning :3
Initial post:
mrr, the backstory's a little weak, i'm ironing it out. |:
The boy was small, but he was not afraid. A lesser child would have been, but Damien was confident as he stepped, half-stumbling over his unsteady paws. He was young but already proud, unable to hide the bravado of puphood from spilling out of his electric eyes. Although the pup wouldn't be able to revel in the oddity of his situation, it was unusual. Three month old pups were not often wandering about. Three month pups don't just tumble into the waiting arms of packs. Damien hadn't been unaided, naturally, in his short venture.
His mother had apparantly been struggling with some sort of decision. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of words yet, so he bit at her ankles, getting her attention. "Goin' whar?" He asked her, gnawing her toes. She shook him off impatiently. "You'll see," she told her pseudo-child. It wasn't for him to know what she was thinking about.
Damien stood up on his hind legs and fell backwards, scowling at the sky. His mum was gone now and he didn't know why he was here, exactly, but he didn't wonder where she had gone. Most unusually of all, the child didn't care. The thought of death or abandonment never crossed his mind. After all, Damien, in his mind, was immortal and untouchable.