2. Character Birthdate (including year): January 24th, 2006
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Verto
4. Canine Subspecie: Canis lupus irremotus (Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf)
5. Gender: Female
6. Your e-mail: chayisbomb@yahoo.com
7. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): AIM, Abyssal Ruin
8. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Stalker of this place for awhile from other RPGs. xP
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[/html]Goddammit. The blister on her right hind leg freshly stung like it was a new wound, although it had healed for days passed. Or what Amara had thought it had healed. Apparently, it had a long ways to go yet. Although it was buried beneath her fur, it felt exposed directly without cover upon it. This was only the minor of what bodily damage Amara had incurred in her two years, and in an almost strange sense was thankful thus far. At the moment, however, Amara couldn’t tell whether she wanted to curl up and tend to licking at her wound or resting her weary paws. It had literally felt she had been wandering aimlessly for miles, without a clear mind as to where she was heading. Wherever the wind was taking her, she supposed. Although wanderlust was always an adventure, there was a growing part of her inside that longed for some good company. Good company was hard to come by these days, though, so the Kalin didn’t know how much longer it would take before her trust in anyone would drop down to zero. Nah, not even to zero. Perhaps negative ten, or something like that.
Honeyed eyes gazed up to the rolling clouds above, traveling in the same direction as her and leading her to a point to where her nose filled with the scents of those who inhabited these areas. Knowing that she strayed just a bit behind the initial borderline markings of the territory ahead, she decided to take two final steps until she halted in place. Ears perked, eyes sailing, and nose sniffing the air, Amara took a second to gather her perception of where she was at. Casting a wayward glance behind her, it appeared as if there was no one else present at the moment. Good. The more alone right now, the better. She made sure to cover up whatever tracks she had left just in case. Leaving her makeshift tools buried at where she made them, it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring such wielding “weapons” to a territory with those who would probably think she was waging some sort of rogue war upon them. Nope, this time Amara took the casual approach instead of her full-were form.
Standing in place, she knew that she wouldn’t be alone for much longer. Here goes nothing. Once again. Blowing a somewhat forced confident snort, the tawny female tipped her muzzle back and howled out to any pack individuals who were close, alerting them of her presence at the borders. Once falling silent, Amara simply remained in her spot, casually flickering her tail behind. Every now and then, her eyes would glance back behind her shoulders. More than enough times to the point where it started to annoy her. Stop. You’re fine. There was no way he could have followed you here. Or anyone else, for that matter. Amara could only hope well on that, hope so hard on it. Here’s to looking at a better change of life, hopefully. A meek smile crossed her muzzle at the thought.