No turning back {j}

[Bris Stormbringer]

Character Name: Bris Stormbringer
Character Birthdate (including year): 23 April 2009
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus
Species: 50% Mackenzie Tundra Wolf / 50% Eastern Timber Wolf
Gender: Female
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM = ScarletWolfsong
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She'd happened upon the scent several weeks ago. The familiarity of it had made the young girl stop dead in her tracks, and her sharp black nose was instantly hooked on the trail. It had taken awhile to track down the very source of the trail, but Kol's unique scent was definitely intermingled with the border line of Dahlia de Mai. Bris respectfully stayed a few feet away from that glaring territorial boundary, but she couldn't slake her curiousity at her half-sister's return to Souls. Kol had seemed happy to remain in Solbjorg; Bris had even asked her to come to Souls with her on her initial trek out here, but the black female had refused. And yet there was no doubt in the youngster's mind that the familiar scent she could smell definitely belonged to Kol, and that it was very firmly planted within the pack scents of Dahlia.


It was the perfect excuse for the alabaster wolf to once again seek acceptance into the pack. Bris had entered Dahliah de Mai briefly a couple of months back, but her half-brother had managed to find her and drag her away, his sweet words swaying the girl's confidence in her ability to make a life of her own outside of Solbjorg. He'd tried to bring her back to the Valley, but she'd lost her courage to face her family again and had slipped past his notice one moonless night. Bris was old enough now that she'd been able to survive on her own, but her lack of direction and loneliness had started to take their toll. Just as she was about to give up and return to the Valley, Kol's scent had wafted into her waiting nose and led her straight back to the pack she'd wanted to make a life in months ago. It couldn't possibly be a coincidence, and Bris didn't take it as one.


Mani, the Packmother, shone in her full glory overhead as the white Stormbringer waited patiently at the border of Dahlia de Mai. The moon's light lent a particular shine to her ghostly coat, and Bris blanched a little inwardly as she looked down at her stark fur. It was the mark of her cursed blood, her reviled father's Dawnrunner heritage. Bris would have done anything to possess the beautiful, sleek pelt of her half-sister and most of her family. The brightness of her own snowy appearance made the young girl stick out in the night like Mani herself, and she hated it with a passion. Not yet a year old, Bris desperately hoped that her coat might darken as she aged, though the logical part of her told her she was merely being a fool. Sighing softly, the young wolf tried to clear her mind of such depressing thoughts as she waited for someone to discover her pressence.

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