01-01-2010, 01:30 PM
(I hope I did this right ^^' sorry for the constant editing too!)
Character Name: Fritz Jan Kaiser
Character Birthdate (including year): December 13, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: Coyote
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact: poetsbrokenquill (AIM) antiquepoet@hotmail.com(MSN)
How you found 'Souls: Through Marik
Initial post: Wandering around the outside of the pack territory he wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he had a feeling he could be closer than he thought. The scarred coyote was in his Lupus form, preferring that form at the moment even if he loved being in the Optime form. Walking on the ground he wasn’t as alert as he should be but honestly he didn’t care. All he wanted was to find a new life for him, to start over with people who may be accepted him as he was. Smiling slightly he couldn’t help but feel happy being away from his own pack, from his own family? Why did his father hate the fact he was gay? Just because he loved males and not females to pregnant and make more pups didn’t justify what his father did! Huffing slightly the coyote shook his head as he. Shaking his head he continued on his walk into a territory, but like he knew that.
He was too busy thinking about other things then being as alert as he should be. Sighing he glanced over to the side with his good eye then the other. Well it seemed no one was here but then he swore he smelled a familiar scent as he walked along the shores of the beach. It was a scent that despite the mixture of salt in the air and the pungent scent of seaweed that littered the sands he was trudging on, he swore he could smell a familiar scent. Maybe there were other coyotes around? Was that the smell he was sniffing out? No, this smell wasn’t animal and as he looked up he spotted the clouds were very dark and his ears flattened against the back of his skull as he saw how darkened they were. Almost as if the gates of hell were going to unleash something drastic onto the land.
Turning his head he gazed upon the ocean, the waves were getting higher and higher as if the oncoming storm was forcing it to rise so high. Watching the waves he sat down on the sands, his tail wagging at the awesome suspense happening around him before the rain fell. Sure he probably shouldn’t be sitting and waiting for a tempest to begin, but he couldn’t help it. Even if it was slightly cold outside he had his fur to keep him warm and he needed a good bath. With the blood still coated in his fur he didn’t stop once to bathe in the waters. Instead he moved on, taking a drink here and there, hunting for some food but otherwise he was just moving on. He needed to start a new life from scratch but he wondered if anyone would allow him to join with the condition he was in. Shrugging his shoulders he knew he could watch pups if he had to, that’s what he did at his old pack. Watch the newborns while the parents went off to find food and things.
Also he had knowledge of healing, having spent some of his boring days with the shaman of the group. His pack was very into traditions, and they kept to the more nature ways of life than anything else. Smiling he had two things he was good at and he hoped they were enough to join. Finally after a long while of gazing at the roaring waves he turned on his heels and began his walk. Suddenly he heard a crash and jumped slightly, pausing in his walk. What on earth was that?! He looked up to the skies and saw lightning whip it’s electric whip across the clouds. Then the roar of thunder crashed into the scene and he sighed. Oh thank goodness, he thought it was something much worse than thunder. Smiling once more he picked up where he started Fritz’s legs shaking slightly from the scare. Yes he was quite pathetic wasn’t he?
Walking along the sandy shore he finally felt the water droplet he was waiting for. More began to multiply until finally the cloud broke and the rain poured on him. Smiling happily the coyote was a strange one wasn’t he? Tail wagged as he began to enjoy the old bloodstains rolling off his fur and he rolled in the sand to help shake it off. Rubbing his back on the sands side to side he probably looked strange but hey strange was good wasn’t it? Tongue rolled out of his mouth as he tasted the water falling. Ah nothing like a good rain to put you back in a good mood.
Character Name: Fritz Jan Kaiser
Character Birthdate (including year): December 13, 2008
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: Coyote
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact: poetsbrokenquill (AIM) antiquepoet@hotmail.com(MSN)
How you found 'Souls: Through Marik
Initial post: Wandering around the outside of the pack territory he wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he had a feeling he could be closer than he thought. The scarred coyote was in his Lupus form, preferring that form at the moment even if he loved being in the Optime form. Walking on the ground he wasn’t as alert as he should be but honestly he didn’t care. All he wanted was to find a new life for him, to start over with people who may be accepted him as he was. Smiling slightly he couldn’t help but feel happy being away from his own pack, from his own family? Why did his father hate the fact he was gay? Just because he loved males and not females to pregnant and make more pups didn’t justify what his father did! Huffing slightly the coyote shook his head as he. Shaking his head he continued on his walk into a territory, but like he knew that.
He was too busy thinking about other things then being as alert as he should be. Sighing he glanced over to the side with his good eye then the other. Well it seemed no one was here but then he swore he smelled a familiar scent as he walked along the shores of the beach. It was a scent that despite the mixture of salt in the air and the pungent scent of seaweed that littered the sands he was trudging on, he swore he could smell a familiar scent. Maybe there were other coyotes around? Was that the smell he was sniffing out? No, this smell wasn’t animal and as he looked up he spotted the clouds were very dark and his ears flattened against the back of his skull as he saw how darkened they were. Almost as if the gates of hell were going to unleash something drastic onto the land.
Turning his head he gazed upon the ocean, the waves were getting higher and higher as if the oncoming storm was forcing it to rise so high. Watching the waves he sat down on the sands, his tail wagging at the awesome suspense happening around him before the rain fell. Sure he probably shouldn’t be sitting and waiting for a tempest to begin, but he couldn’t help it. Even if it was slightly cold outside he had his fur to keep him warm and he needed a good bath. With the blood still coated in his fur he didn’t stop once to bathe in the waters. Instead he moved on, taking a drink here and there, hunting for some food but otherwise he was just moving on. He needed to start a new life from scratch but he wondered if anyone would allow him to join with the condition he was in. Shrugging his shoulders he knew he could watch pups if he had to, that’s what he did at his old pack. Watch the newborns while the parents went off to find food and things.
Also he had knowledge of healing, having spent some of his boring days with the shaman of the group. His pack was very into traditions, and they kept to the more nature ways of life than anything else. Smiling he had two things he was good at and he hoped they were enough to join. Finally after a long while of gazing at the roaring waves he turned on his heels and began his walk. Suddenly he heard a crash and jumped slightly, pausing in his walk. What on earth was that?! He looked up to the skies and saw lightning whip it’s electric whip across the clouds. Then the roar of thunder crashed into the scene and he sighed. Oh thank goodness, he thought it was something much worse than thunder. Smiling once more he picked up where he started Fritz’s legs shaking slightly from the scare. Yes he was quite pathetic wasn’t he?
Walking along the sandy shore he finally felt the water droplet he was waiting for. More began to multiply until finally the cloud broke and the rain poured on him. Smiling happily the coyote was a strange one wasn’t he? Tail wagged as he began to enjoy the old bloodstains rolling off his fur and he rolled in the sand to help shake it off. Rubbing his back on the sands side to side he probably looked strange but hey strange was good wasn’t it? Tongue rolled out of his mouth as he tasted the water falling. Ah nothing like a good rain to put you back in a good mood.