Character Name: Frodo Silvertongue
Character Birthdate: 2010, february 2nd (1 year 9 months)
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf (mother; Mexican Wolf ) X (father; Tundra Wolf x Gray wolf) mix
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
Other 'Souls Characters: None
Are you joining a pack?: Already joined AniWaya
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: Already Joined
Profile or three writing examples:
Writing examples;
The lad skipped towards the stables after an eventful morning, he had just met a tutor of sorts and was feeling in high spirits. A few happy barks erupted from his mouth before he swung over to Strider, who was finally up from a long rest. Frodo patted the horse and greeted him with a stroke on his nose, before he danced behind the equine and picked up his rather moth-eaten shoulder bag. It was very small and had various flowers, notes, and other things to remind him of his travels, and of home. He dug inside the leather bag now, making sure to lay his bow down that he had used previously that morning, so he could use both hands to dig inside the satchel.
The young man fell to his knees, digging around and pulling out various items until he found what he was looking for. Eventually, the black furred wolf pulled a paw upwards with a dangling golden chain around it's breadth. Fixed on to the chain was a simple, golden, ring. Well, I can wear it now, can't I? Theres no need to be worried anymore, I'm safe here. He told himself, lifting the chain up and pulling it over his head so that the ring came to rest on his chest. He frowned then, for instantly it felt heavy, as if a huge burden of a weight had been forced upon him. Still frowning, he tried to pull the chain off, but no matter how much he tried it would not lift over his head; it was as if it had shrank. Ah, well. I guess I'm stuck with it now. Frodo thought to himself, standing up and stuffing everything else back into his bag.
The adolescent led Strider out of the stables, jumping onto his companion's back when they were a good distance away from the building. He had been told to check in on the town hall in the morning, and so with a good kick, his horse and he set off at a trot. They sped up until they were at a steady canter, and as his horse and he rode as one he felt happy once more.
When they reached the town hall, Frodo dismounted and he and Strider walked side by side until they stood by the entrance, as if waiting to be let in. Frodo slumped against the wall of the building and let out a happy sigh, as everything that had happened in less than 24 hours sank in. He felt alive, and full of joy. The man exclaimed and let out a gentle chuckle for no reason at all, as he began his favorite song.
" Home is behind, The world ahead, And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, To the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow. Cloud and shade. All shall fade. All shall...fade "
His ears perked up at the sound of sudden movement, but he wasn't surprised that much. His eyes widened as another horse came into view- and although he could only make a blurred figure sat atop of the equine, he could scent that another luperci, a female, was riding towards him. She quickly came closer and he eventually made out her form. The young man nodded, eyes darting to where Strider stood; the stallion got quite frisky when it came to others of his kind, especially those of opposite gender, but this time he managed to stand his ground and look quite calm.
She dismounted from the mare and introduced herself as Liliana, getting straight to the point and asking him what he was doing here. He made a short bow to her and gave way to a friendly grin, his emotions clear on his face. Green eyes washed over her and her steed quickly, Frodo coming to a conclusion that they meant him no harm... yet.
"Oh, hey there!" He exclaimed, standing up from his slumped position on the log and straightening out. "That's uh, a very good question actually. I were just looking for this pack, have been for a while, when I stumbled upon it! I would very much like ta join, Miss Liliana!"
He gave a determined smile and reached along in mid air until he found Strider's neck. He patted the creature gently, and then his mouth dropped open as he remembered something that he had to say.
"Oh yes, this is Strider. And I'm Frodo. Frodo Silvertongue."
It was then that he began to smell something horrible, and he turned around to see his rabbit turning black against the heat. He had left it for too long! He cried out and shook his head in dismay, running over to the fire and running around it madly, waving his arms about.
"Oh no!"He used a stick to pull the black rabbit from the fire. "Burnt!" He looked at his new acquaintance very unhappily, his expression very humorous though he did not know it.
Frodo was really hungry anyway though, so he considered eating it. The smell of burnt flesh oddly made his mouth water, but he was not sure it would be a good way to behave in front of a woman that might accept him into the pack. Still, he had caught the rabbit and he did not want it to go to waste. Gingerly, the red haired male picked up the warm carcass and took a bite. It tasted horrible but it quenched his hunger. He then suddenly shifted into Lupus form and finished off the buck ravenously. Peeking up when he had done from his ginger, golden stained locks, he realized how much of a bad impression he was probably giving Liliana. He coughed before shifting back into Optime form, standing upright and giving a sheepish smile.
"So sorry, miss. My instincts got tha better of me, that time. I was just so hungry, though."
He growled to himself at his own impoliteness. It wasn't my fault! he thought to himself angrily. The meat made me do it!
The young man arched his back, whooping in joy as the horse ran beneath him at a fast, unpredictable pace. He held tight on to the thick barrel-like body of the creature with strong, lean legs, and, in his Optime form, he rode bareback without a bridle to hold on to. Fur-covered fingers held on to the mane of his horse with supreme strength, the adolescent riding freely and by basic balance and practice. Finally he gave into his daring nature and let go, fingers sprawled out wards as he outstretched his arms, breeze flying past him as his horse - and loyal friend - sped up from the energetic canter and burst into another gear, galloping along the grass.
At once he unhooked his bow from around a taut shoulder, fingers recognising the touch of the polished wood and grasping the bow in a familiar position, Frodo bringing a matching, feather covered arrow from his quiver with his free paw and launching it onto the bow, before pulling the string back so it was level with his chin. Just as he had done so many times before, Mr Silvertongue locked onto the target he had been chasing with both alluring, emerald orbs, signalling his horse with a short squeeze that it was time to speed up. Strider, the pale grey equine, who was so used to his masters gentle commands, sped up at once, thrusting his head down and shifting his long pillars into a much faster gallop. The grey Arab, complete with an almost white coat and soft pink muzzle, had been with Frodo as a yearling of one years of age; he was now two years old and still growing. Yet, the horse was perfect for the young Luperci's needs, and had been trained accordingly to match his master with both love and harsh training.
The year old Mexican Wolf mix, who could of been in his late teens if a human, gave another- yet this time quite silent- whoop and levelled his bow in the direction of the Buck rabbit they had been chasing for about ten minuets now. The young loner had made a rule for himself; never hunt Doe, only Bucks. This was a hunting rule that he had learned from his father as a young boy, and the reason for the rule was simple: Doe usually had kits to take care of, or they would soon be able to produce more rabbits. Bucks on the other hand were overpopulating if not dealt with and eaten, so those were the ones he hunted. Yet when it came to deer, he only hunted lone Bucks. To hunt the herd, would be only an act of desperation, for he felt uncomfortable with killing a member of the group- an act which would leave the others that lived there traumatised. He thought of a herd as a pack, and only once had he killed a doe among others.
Then came the precise moment in which he sprang, pulling the arrow back and letting it explode from the bow, the instrument hurtling and spinning towards the running Buck with suprising accuracy, striking the rabbit in the very location Frodo had targeted- it's chest. No suffering came from the poor creature as it fell to the ground silently, twitching for a moment or two before falling still.
At once Frodo gave way to a much deserved grin, as he pushed downwards with his 'hands' on to the shoulders of Strider, and dismounted quickly, hauling himself over the horse elegantly. At that point it became clear that the wolf was indeed quite small- his mature and learned face spoke of wisdom yet his body showed a different matter. Anyone who was watching would now predict he was an average sized adult- when the reality was he was a still growing teen. The black and ginger Canis had seen, in truth, a lot that no other had seen in the short year he had been alive, and by looking into his eyes one could maybe tell that behind the kind, open, happy mask lay a traumatised boy. But hope was not lost. He was steadily recovering from what he had been through as a pup and was coming out as a fine young man, the country bumpkin now handsome and a wolf of many abilities, including a way of getting to others and cheering them up.
His fur was like a patchwork coat, black in base colour but streaked in golden and striking ginger. Most of his face except for his muzzle was a dazzling auburn colour- his muzzle was the darkest of blacks and the contrast was quite beautiful. As he shouldered his bow once more and ran a gentle hand through his ginger locks that were covered with flowers and feathers that had been tied there as reminders of his homeland, his chiselled, slender face erupted into another grin. A few short footsteps later and he had picked up his kill and plucked the arrow from its heart- which was when he proceeded to call to his horse and set up 'camp', roasting his dinner over a fire and setting a log down to sit on, as he sang a song to both himself and his loyal friend.
"Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night. Until the stars are all alight-"
He stopped short, as Strider gave a neigh and gestured with his head to a fence that they had been sitting by all along. Frodo's mouth dropped open in sudden suprise as he realised that they had found the place they had been looking for all this time- for two months they had been searching for this famous pack where they both would be suited. He gave a long sigh before smiling widely, jumping up in the air and giving a series of delighted shouts. He then gave a long howl and ran to his horse, his brother, his faithful companion, and hugged him tightly, locking chests with the stallion.
"I can't believe this!" he cried, thickly accented country chords echoing around him. "We've found it, me lad! Well, rather, you found it, aint ya?"
He plonked his rump back down and continued poking his cooking meal with a brown stick. It was now quite late- the moon was up and so he knew that most wolves would be out hunting at this time. He was just outside the entrance to the pack, so immediately decided he would call to the leader in the morning. But, if someone decided to approach him now, it would be fine with him. After all, he had a large Buck that he would be delighted to share with anyone, and of course with all the racket and noise, among with the smell of freshly cooking meat, he doubted anyone would just pass him by until morning. But, now he sat back on his log, still poking the rabbit and inhaling its scent with a sensitive nose. Frodo then began to finish his song, for he loved to sing and his voice often comforted him when he was quite alone- apart from Strider of course.
"Mist and shadow. Cloud and shade. All shall Fade. All shall... fade"
His gentle, interesting voice echoed around him as he continued to wait for his outcome.
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