06-07-2008, 04:02 PM
# Character Name: Urma
# Character Birthdate (including year): 22 May 2007
# Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci Verto (25% European gray wolf/ 75% arctic white wolf)
# Species (not applicable to canines):
# Gender: Female
# Your e-mail: divine_elocution@yahoo.com
# A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): ithen_tinehtel@hotmail.com
# How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: From my sister, who is also on the RPG (Lubomir Varg's player)
# Initial post or three past examples: The rain kept pouring down on the low hills, the wind howling around the remnants of the shattered boat. Heavy clouds hung from the midnight blue sky, pressing what seemed like the entire weight of the world on the ground below. Urma sat up on four paws and looked around her, not sure whether she wanted anyone to be around or not. The whether kept the possibility of any stray wolf or even a pack of wolves being around to a minimum, which gave her both a sense of security as well as a feeling of solitude. As she built up distance between herself and the remains of what had once been the boat she and other fellow wolves and werewolves had been traveling on, her pace began to feel more confident. She paused for a moment under a clump of old trees to take in her lone surroundings and figure out which path to follow. The earth was drier having been under the protection of the generous leaves of the trees, and she was grateful she could find a comfortable place to spend the unwelcoming night before proceeding with her journey through uncharted territory.
The sky was so dark Urma could barely make out any outline against the dark blue of the canopy. Even the clouds seemed black and dirty as the raindrops pelted from them in a rhythmical motion. Curled up safe from the heavy rain, all on her own, Urma felt stranded. Which, in more ways than one, she was. The boat she had been on had just crashed against the shoreline, she had seen no one else come out from the wreckage, she was on an unknown territory with little chances of surviving for a number of days without joining a pack and no other alternatives but to get up and keep on running in hunt for food once the rain subsided. But her hunger was the least of her worries and at the very bottom on her list of priorities. She needed to get somewhere safe, and the only way she could do it was by entering the territory of a pack of wolves and try joining it.
Urma closed her eyes and tried to shun the bad thoughts away. Although the air was cool and there was no way she could warm herself up on her own, she had the advantage of a rich coat to protect her from the low temperature. As the shriek of the wind around her dimmed, and she surrendered in the face of sleep, her problems also vanished into the complete oblivious state of slumber.
# Character Birthdate (including year): 22 May 2007
# Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci Verto (25% European gray wolf/ 75% arctic white wolf)
# Species (not applicable to canines):
# Gender: Female
# Your e-mail: divine_elocution@yahoo.com
# A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): ithen_tinehtel@hotmail.com
# How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: From my sister, who is also on the RPG (Lubomir Varg's player)
# Initial post or three past examples: The rain kept pouring down on the low hills, the wind howling around the remnants of the shattered boat. Heavy clouds hung from the midnight blue sky, pressing what seemed like the entire weight of the world on the ground below. Urma sat up on four paws and looked around her, not sure whether she wanted anyone to be around or not. The whether kept the possibility of any stray wolf or even a pack of wolves being around to a minimum, which gave her both a sense of security as well as a feeling of solitude. As she built up distance between herself and the remains of what had once been the boat she and other fellow wolves and werewolves had been traveling on, her pace began to feel more confident. She paused for a moment under a clump of old trees to take in her lone surroundings and figure out which path to follow. The earth was drier having been under the protection of the generous leaves of the trees, and she was grateful she could find a comfortable place to spend the unwelcoming night before proceeding with her journey through uncharted territory.
The sky was so dark Urma could barely make out any outline against the dark blue of the canopy. Even the clouds seemed black and dirty as the raindrops pelted from them in a rhythmical motion. Curled up safe from the heavy rain, all on her own, Urma felt stranded. Which, in more ways than one, she was. The boat she had been on had just crashed against the shoreline, she had seen no one else come out from the wreckage, she was on an unknown territory with little chances of surviving for a number of days without joining a pack and no other alternatives but to get up and keep on running in hunt for food once the rain subsided. But her hunger was the least of her worries and at the very bottom on her list of priorities. She needed to get somewhere safe, and the only way she could do it was by entering the territory of a pack of wolves and try joining it.
Urma closed her eyes and tried to shun the bad thoughts away. Although the air was cool and there was no way she could warm herself up on her own, she had the advantage of a rich coat to protect her from the low temperature. As the shriek of the wind around her dimmed, and she surrendered in the face of sleep, her problems also vanished into the complete oblivious state of slumber.