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Character Name Moriah DeSalvo

Character's Birthday June 27th, 2006

Whether s/he is a regular wolf or Luperci Luperci
Species Grey Wolf

Gender Male
Secondary Form of Contact PM's are best <3



It had taken the young DeSalvo a long while to regain his courage, remember his cause, and recover from the effects of the drugs that had returned both to him. Sad yes perhaps, but effective all the same, which was why at present the male was walking with purpose. Satchel placed securely between his square shoulders and his chin thrust purposefully forward, this was the handsome gallant form of Moriah that hadn’t been seen in days, and it was a pleasant change from the disheveled lush that had been ruling as of late. No, he was no longer the male who milled about in the woods like a mad man (in the same shirt mind you) for a week straight. Now he was suave, sexy and sophisticated Moriah off to meet his destiny whatever it may be.


Oh well I mean I ope’ e’tis good. Shrugging lightly as the notion floated through his conscious, the wolf was left furrowing his brow in its wake. How could he be so doubtful now when he had dressed with such uncompromised gusto just moments earlier? There had been no room for that then. And zair will be noh room for it now. Clenching to this rejuvenated resolve, Moriah decided picked up his pace in the process less his loose his mental stride again.


“Hehlo an good morning to all who vould ear et.” His charming tone broke the relative peace of the earlier afternoon with ease, subsequently calling all avenues of attention to none other than himself. Oddly enough though Moriah wasn’t one who often yearned for the spotlight well not when his audience was greater than one living soul anyway, and accordingly the male felt rather silly singing out into the ears of every resident wolf. “Vell heres to hoping no body in dair is a cat naper.”


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Iskata was right, the male needed to start acting more like a pack member, and less of a dead weight, so maybe she wasn’t pure evil…she just pushed him…and pushed him hard, but after not seeing her, or hearing her for a while he began to understand. Pack then his family that was how it was to go from now on. The black male heard the tone calling out, sounded slightly funny, but made him think of his father. He had a bit of an accent when he wasn’t thinking about; it was something Lucifer loved about Noah. The male turned around after stocking around for new prey and went to the voice, it was an honor and a duty that he was blessed with. Iskata wanted a pack that trusted each other.

Seeing the male, he sized him up, gathering what he could about him, which really wasn’t much. He knew it was a fresh face. The accent told him he couldn’t have lived around these areas for long, the black male flicked his ears slightly up with a grim look, and it was sink or swim, nothing else. ”My son is.” Taliesin was a good boy and cared about everything and anything, sometimes too much.

Lucifer watched him, looking at the male, he was different that was an honest breath of fresh air to Lucifer. He wasn’t sure how the rest of the pack would take to someone that wasn’t from the old lands or even have ties to it, but Lucifer was ready for new. ”So what brings you here?” The Loas stood there, as she slowly crossed his hands over his chest.
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