11-04-2011, 09:24 PM
Character Name: Layla Saker
Character Birthdate: April 7th 2007
Gender: Female
Species: Himalayan Wolf, Canis himalayensis
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes!
Other 'Souls Characters:
How you found 'Souls?: Google.
Are you joining a pack?: Either Anathema or Ichika no Ho-en.
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: IC
Profile or three writing examples: Three examples, since my profile is a WIP.
1. “Get outta here! We don' wan' you here! Get!” The voice of the pale grey wolf rang out in the early morning air. Layla jumped back, stung. She had followed the older adolescents in hope of play. Sometimes one or two would take pity on her and tussle around for a bit. But now she faced a wall of unfriendly and – for some reason – fearful eyes. “Get before we make you.” The grey wolf – the only one that had spoken so far – stepped forward menacingly, head lowered and teeth bared. Though young, Layla knew that he ment business. Fur bristling, the young female stumbled backwards, almost tripping over her own paws in her haste to retreat. “I- I just wanted -” the grey male snapped in her direction, cutting Layla's words short. The pup cowered against the cold ground, fear making her unable to move. What did I do? she wondered. The grey male, a six-month old named Aku, growled at her, the fur on his back beginning to rise. “I said leave.” A small squeak escaped Layla's mouth and she shut her eyes and turned her head away. They were gonna kill her. She knew it. Warm breath ruffled the fur on her neck. Aku's voice whispered in her ear. “You little bitch. How dare you show your devil eye here. Go back to your cave and rot there.” Then silence fell. Layla stayed curled up, frozen in fear and unable to move for what seemed like hours (but was probably only minutes) before she opened here eyes. They were gone. Turning her head so her good eye could observe the rest of the small clearing, the three month old pup gave a sigh of relief. Gone. She didn't know why they hated her. Aku especially. He hated her so bad. She knew that he wasn't the only one though. A lot of the wolves hated her. Mommas and Papas and pups, they all whispered behind her back and avoided her gaze. It hurt, sure. Layla was strong though. She could handle being alone.
2. Dalek shivered as the cold breeze bit through his fur. He didn't belong in the mountains, but really had nowhere else to go. After the fight with that male, he had had no choice but to flee the valley. The deep bite wound on his neck still stung painfully when he moved. If his choices were to be torn apart by a fox, or to freeze to death, he'd choose the latter. Not that he wanted to die, just the fact seemed inevitable.
As the sun dropped, so did the temperature. Dalek rose from his somewhat sheltered position behind a rock and shook himself. Shelter. Either he would find that, or be a fox-sicle by morning. Starting off at a slow trot, his russet fur like a flag against the grey and white of the mountain, the young male chose a direction at random and searched for anything resembling his nice comfy den at home.
A scent caught his nose, the musky scent of another fox. Curiosity sparked, and Dalek followed the scent, now moving silently so as not to alert the other. He was shivering again by the time he found the cave where the scent led him. It looked warm, but Dalek dared not intrude, especially after his last experience with a strange fox. Huddled just outside the oh-so-tempting shelter, he waited; not willing to leave the thought of warmth and companionship.
3. The lean hare nibbled on grass, constantly alert as was the way of prey animals. His long ears stuck straight up, twisting around like satellites perched on his head. His eyes were constantly surveying the sky and ground, and every couple of steps he would rise up on his large hind legs and look around. His pelt bore many small scars, trophies from fights with other bucks for mating rights. And hey - some does put up a pretty good fight too. He had some nice scars from females he had mated with. The buck paused in his chewing for a second, realising that the doe he had mated with this season would be near her birthing time by now. He wished she had let him stay and help defend the young until next breeding season, but she had wanted none of it. Ah, that doe was a fighter.
A sudden shadow flashed over him, and in a heartbeat, the buck was off. His powerful hind legs pounded at the ground, while his smaller front legs handled the steering. Hares can reach up to forty-five miles an hour, and he was a prime example of his species. He flew across the ground, dodging brush and rocks. Finally, he skidded to a stop in the shade of a protective bush, panting. Exhilaration pounded through his body - Domino loved to run.
After a few minutes, Domino carefully came out of hiding. With a wary glance at the sky, he continued with his lunch, sniffing out any edibles that the ground had to offer
Character Birthdate: April 7th 2007
Gender: Female
Species: Himalayan Wolf, Canis himalayensis
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes!
Other 'Souls Characters:
How you found 'Souls?: Google.
Are you joining a pack?: Either Anathema or Ichika no Ho-en.
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: IC
Profile or three writing examples: Three examples, since my profile is a WIP.
1. “Get outta here! We don' wan' you here! Get!” The voice of the pale grey wolf rang out in the early morning air. Layla jumped back, stung. She had followed the older adolescents in hope of play. Sometimes one or two would take pity on her and tussle around for a bit. But now she faced a wall of unfriendly and – for some reason – fearful eyes. “Get before we make you.” The grey wolf – the only one that had spoken so far – stepped forward menacingly, head lowered and teeth bared. Though young, Layla knew that he ment business. Fur bristling, the young female stumbled backwards, almost tripping over her own paws in her haste to retreat. “I- I just wanted -” the grey male snapped in her direction, cutting Layla's words short. The pup cowered against the cold ground, fear making her unable to move. What did I do? she wondered. The grey male, a six-month old named Aku, growled at her, the fur on his back beginning to rise. “I said leave.” A small squeak escaped Layla's mouth and she shut her eyes and turned her head away. They were gonna kill her. She knew it. Warm breath ruffled the fur on her neck. Aku's voice whispered in her ear. “You little bitch. How dare you show your devil eye here. Go back to your cave and rot there.” Then silence fell. Layla stayed curled up, frozen in fear and unable to move for what seemed like hours (but was probably only minutes) before she opened here eyes. They were gone. Turning her head so her good eye could observe the rest of the small clearing, the three month old pup gave a sigh of relief. Gone. She didn't know why they hated her. Aku especially. He hated her so bad. She knew that he wasn't the only one though. A lot of the wolves hated her. Mommas and Papas and pups, they all whispered behind her back and avoided her gaze. It hurt, sure. Layla was strong though. She could handle being alone.
2. Dalek shivered as the cold breeze bit through his fur. He didn't belong in the mountains, but really had nowhere else to go. After the fight with that male, he had had no choice but to flee the valley. The deep bite wound on his neck still stung painfully when he moved. If his choices were to be torn apart by a fox, or to freeze to death, he'd choose the latter. Not that he wanted to die, just the fact seemed inevitable.
As the sun dropped, so did the temperature. Dalek rose from his somewhat sheltered position behind a rock and shook himself. Shelter. Either he would find that, or be a fox-sicle by morning. Starting off at a slow trot, his russet fur like a flag against the grey and white of the mountain, the young male chose a direction at random and searched for anything resembling his nice comfy den at home.
A scent caught his nose, the musky scent of another fox. Curiosity sparked, and Dalek followed the scent, now moving silently so as not to alert the other. He was shivering again by the time he found the cave where the scent led him. It looked warm, but Dalek dared not intrude, especially after his last experience with a strange fox. Huddled just outside the oh-so-tempting shelter, he waited; not willing to leave the thought of warmth and companionship.
3. The lean hare nibbled on grass, constantly alert as was the way of prey animals. His long ears stuck straight up, twisting around like satellites perched on his head. His eyes were constantly surveying the sky and ground, and every couple of steps he would rise up on his large hind legs and look around. His pelt bore many small scars, trophies from fights with other bucks for mating rights. And hey - some does put up a pretty good fight too. He had some nice scars from females he had mated with. The buck paused in his chewing for a second, realising that the doe he had mated with this season would be near her birthing time by now. He wished she had let him stay and help defend the young until next breeding season, but she had wanted none of it. Ah, that doe was a fighter.
A sudden shadow flashed over him, and in a heartbeat, the buck was off. His powerful hind legs pounded at the ground, while his smaller front legs handled the steering. Hares can reach up to forty-five miles an hour, and he was a prime example of his species. He flew across the ground, dodging brush and rocks. Finally, he skidded to a stop in the shade of a protective bush, panting. Exhilaration pounded through his body - Domino loved to run.
After a few minutes, Domino carefully came out of hiding. With a wary glance at the sky, he continued with his lunch, sniffing out any edibles that the ground had to offer