Preferred method of contact: Board PM
Character Name: Vin Furia
Character Age: 10 months
Character Gender: Male
Desired Profession Path, if any: Medicine Man
Regular Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
How did you hear about 'Souls?: I've known about souls since I was 13. Used to RP with Stormyblackwolf. VERY long time ago. Just never forgot the board existed.
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In Character
Vin could not travel on his own forever. Given his experience, he was nothing more than a lost pup with a plethora of useless knowledge. Knowing how to read and write was useless to the empty stomach; like wise with story telling and his ability to remain detached. Iro had not been much of a hunter while he was alive, but Vin could not blame the elderly mentor. His bones were heavy with the burden of age and his eyes were milky, as if he were wearing poorly made sunglasses. The pain of his death was suppressed. Iro had specifically told the young luperci to not hold on to the past, and that included his death. Vin did not know it, but Iro had purposely refrained from showing the boy any deep affection, if only to make the harsh reality he was on his own easier. Vin had buried the body and taken only two things. A deer skin bag that had a good holding capacity and Iro's prized dream catcher necklace. The necklace was made of rough hide and bone. Three tiny feathers hung at the bottom of the pendant. Vin treasured this necklace above anything else, but he had never told Iro this. Possessions were merely a mortal thing. It was neither permanent or vital to his existence and therefore he should have no attachment to it other than knowing its symbolic meaning. Vin had been unable to let it go once his mentor had been safely buried. This troubled him greatly, but he accepted it and would carry with him for as long as it lasted.
To conserve energy, Vin had chosen to remain in his lupus form. It made carrying the bag a nuisance, but he accepted the burden without complaint. The young wolf traveled when the sun was high in the sky and there was enough light to guide him. Snow sometimes choked out this comforting guide and instead he was forced to travel to the bluish hue of overcast clouds. Today was such a day. His eyes were heavy with weariness and his deer bag drug on the ground leaving a small trench in his wake. The temperature did not quite bite through his coat and the winds were being merciful. He was grateful for this, but he was starting to understand it would not be long before he could no longer ignore the growing aches and pains in his muscles and joints. He viewed this as a weakness, but he had forgotten his young age and the fact that he had gone days without eating. He was lucky to be alive. It was not the only time death had trailed his heels.
Despite his disciplined mind, he let out a low whine as he trudged his way up a steep incline. His jaws almost let go of the bag but he forced himself to clench his teethe. His nose warned him of an approaching borderline and more of his own kind. Fear welled up inside him but it did not show on his stony face. It would be illogical for the others to attack given his rather scrawny state and he posed no threat to their lands. He would be wise not to tread passed the marker and into claimed territory. Stepping gingerly, he started to walk around the border, but his legs finally gave out. The dull thud of his body hitting the terrain sounding like drums in his young ears. Groaning, he pulled himself shakily back to his feet. Vin was exhausted. Feeling helpless and shameful, the young male laid back down, using the bag as a place to rest his head. He would probably be too cold once night fell, but since it was late afternoon, he might have enough time to rest before he was in danger. The ache in his muscle hummed through him like a sad tune. He knew in his heart he didn't have much strength left to travel, if any at all. Vin would not give up however until death claimed him, such was his nature. [/html]