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Posted 2024-04-10 18:39:09 (edited)
 Hello legends! I've wanted to make an official posting for this for awhile and I've got the motivation tonight, so here we go! Please make sure to read the ENTIRE post before replying! This is not first come first serve, so speeding through won't get you anything. |
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Posted 2024-04-10 20:32:25 (edited)
  an additional link to her 2. Supporting wolves pictures   an additional link to him 3. Your wolfs' story Kithara and Casurus' marriage was arranged, and the two of them were aware of this. Yet, the now elderly Queen Rubicund gave the two young wolves all of the freedom to call off the arrangement if neither of them felt it working. How this came around, though, was an amusing story. Beforehand, the Queen had been watching the young couple closely. They adapted well to their new home in The Golden Arcadia, both seeming quite comfortable in their new environment. Even further, they naturally formed a bond, which was more than the matriarch could've hoped for. Kithara, the more capable one of the pair, often lead adventures out into the pack's territory. She appointed herself to being Casurus' "caretaker". Yes, he was slightly older than her, but had always portrayed a sort of scatterbrained personality that often had him wandering, both mentally and physically. He didn't need any actual help, but he indulged in Kithara's care. Originally, this was to humor her, but he eventually found himself feeling more than just friendly warmth towards her. Becoming quite the overthinker the closer he came to adulthood, Casurus was unsure how to handle his feelings. He could never tell if Kithara felt the same, or if she would see him as a goofball of a friend for the rest of their lives. With this being said, he still yearned to tell someone about his feelings. So, he found himself wandering to Queen Rubicund's quarters one evening. Kithara had busied herself with entertaining some pups while their mothers chattered and ate together. It was here that he exposed his true thoughts about his friend to the Queen, who listened with perked ears and a soft gaze. What he did not expect, though, was how her white eyes gleamed with a lively mischief once he was done. "I have a plan to help you both," she grinned, glowing despite her silvered muzzle. "And I have a feeling she'll love it, too." Some days passed before this "plan" was properly introduced to the pair, and the Queen had to hold back her chuckles at their wide eyes and sideways glances. Casurus was more baffled, and he was initially terrified to look over at Kithara, but he was able to release his held breath when he noticed the tip of her tail wagging gently. Had she been safeguarding her own emotions as well? (unknown to him, Kithara had also gone to Queen Rubicund with the same statement, and the Queen is apparently a master matchmaker) After this arranged marriage was stated, the two began acting noticeably different with one another, but in the best way possible. They pressed against each other's sides when they went on their adventures, brushed tails when they passed by in the camp, and exchanged smiling looks every time one caught the other's eye. Oh, how Casurus loved Kithara's unique, beautiful eyes. They were truly smitten with each other. Present day, Kithara is expecting their first litter of pups, and the proud parents-to-be could not be happier. - - - hello there! i absolutely love your art, and i've both bookmarked and gone back to your art thread numerous times before to examine your art! i nearly gasped when i saw you were the poster of this thread ^^' i'm extremely happy just to be able to submit a form, so thank you immensely for the opportunity in itself! as a bit of background, i found a cute little Tempest pup on the TC a while back, and seeing that my current lead was reaching the end of her life, i started making preparations! a little bit after, i just so happened to find another Tempest pup, who i decided to make her mate c: i love them both so much, and i've only had them for a little while  also, really wanted to start some lore for my pack, so thank you again for giving me a little reason to really create some!! (and yes, their backgrounds are 'matching'! :D) additionally, i would absolutely love to go in-depth for certain details/scenes, show you some of my own art, or hear about your characters!! |
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Posted 2024-04-11 00:28:24
 Candytuft Supporting wolf (Best friend/sisterly bond):  HydrangeaStory: Basic Lore Info: Flower lineage, Elemental lore (tw: death of pups, mourning) Alone, the glare of the sun peaks through the canopy, blinding the lost pup. She usually spent her time wandering, since being brought to the enclave. She wasn't fond of the mates that came by to take away the few friends she had made. They were also painful reminders of her previous pack, of the family she didn't get to have… But now, she finds herself half-awake after resting from trying to find her way back to the enclave. Despite being lost, she was comforted by the flowerbeds surrounding the clearing. There was something about them that spoke to her being, she could feel them. She didn't just feel the soft petals brush her nose, or the crunch of stems under her paws. No, she felt them. The way they softly clung to her pelt, as if longing for her to lay with them. Their hums softly carried in the wind and boldened by the dancing of sunlight. They were alive. Suddenly, the humming stopped. Sensing a disturbance toward the edge of the clearing, she ducked, burying herself amongst the flowers that blended so well with her coat. Staying alert, she listened as two mates softly padded their way into the clearing. Faintly she could sense sadness coming from the female, her mate somber. The flowers ever so slightly bowed, the humming faint and melancholic. Growing closer, she pieced together that the two were likely from a pack nearby, on a scouting mission. The two paused to take in the warmth of the sun. And after a brief moment, the male spoke, "you did everything you could Kimiko," softly said the Male, nuzzling into his mate. Taking a deep breath of the flower-scented air, eyes closed, muzzle to the sky, she spoke "I know. I'm being unfair to everyone who did all that they could. But…" the air was stilling, holding its breath for her to speak, "watching them take their last little breaths, it hasn't gotten any easier." Dipping his head, leaning his body into hers he lets out a deep mournful breath, "They are in peace." --- ANYWAYS, they end up walking further past the clearing, stopping and taking note of the flowers. And a butterfly lands on the pup's nose, and she sneezes. Her cover is blown, and the two wolves are shocked, then warm to the pup. They ask who she is and what pack she's from, to help her find her way home. The pup answers that she belongs to the enclave, and she holds her head high to evade any pitiful glances. But then she does admit that she's lost. The pair are shocked that she is a long distance away and offer to escort her, and in that time show a lot of interest in her as they get to know each other. Long story short, they talk to Lillemor and take Candytuft home. She gets to grow up with a very diverse pack and in time opens up and becomes far less defensive and reserved. She is imaginative and kind and gets along great with Hydrangea a sarcastic but loyal friend. They can both easily match each other's energies, and they're a breath of fresh air to each other. Candytuft was a pup when Hydrangea was born, so they essentially grew up together. Hydrangea helped Candytuft in mourning when she too lost three of her pups, something that had broken her mother's heart. As her mother, the pack leader, never wanted her to have to experience that hardship. |
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Posted 2024-04-15 14:08:44 (edited)
 nikolai - he him image links to his gallery hosted on imgur. he is a longlasting original character of mine. december's language is imprecise grief he seems to adhere to some distant moral code or forgotten heirarchy of which only he has knowledge, every action - and, in fact, every word - carefully deliberated before performance. it is to this unspoken diety that the silent brute's undying devotion is pledged - not to any other wolf, nor to any pack. although he may have sought shelter among vinmoure, and is ready and willing to give his all for the pack's greater good, his true loyalty rests elsewhere. there are few, however, who can live such an emotionally isolated life without difficulty, and nikolai is no exception. his self-imposed independence is accompanied by hostility toward any who have not - or will not - done him any good. passing strangers or vague acquaintances are met with courtesy, if frigid at best and jaded at worst. the others who run among vinmoure are treated more kindly, as he knows quite well the precarious nature of his welcome there, but he still finds difficulty in anything beyond quiet coexistence. friendship is a strain to initiate, yet not impossible - one need only thaw the first few layers of frost around his heart. will you say the prayer for me? no one ever prays for me his pelt is a chaotic conglomeration of blacks, grays and silvers all half-concealed beneath the white merle pattern that takes up the bulk of his hide. in the days of heavy snowfall, he has no difficulty blending in, so long as he keeps his black underside pressed low and out of sight, or remains among the shelter of dead and dormant trees. his eyes are nearly as pale as the rest of his body, with the faintest blue hue to distinguish them from monotony - striking and bright in contrast to the dark patches that surround them. his left eye is paler, closer to pure white than the icicle tint of the opposite orb. his paler left eye is partially blind, lending its difference in hue; the darkness of the fur around his eyes makes it difficult to see the scar that lines the inner corner. this injury keeps him contained in shade or out of direct sunlight, due to aggravating sensitivity to brightness that didn't abate when the wound healed. his surroundings become incomprehensibly hazy at a closer distance than they do for others - this is, in fact, why he chose to seek out refuge among a pack, begrudgingly admitting he could not fend for himself as easily as once before. his underbelly and chest bear a myriad of other scars, though his thick black fur hangs like a curtain to conceal these from a casual eye. one in particular takes up a large expanse of his ribcage, beaten into his body by the hooves of an elk in its prime. i know the purity of pure despair from every prey carcass or body of a felled enemy, nikolai takes a single trinket. these range from feathers to tooth or claws, gnawed-off ears or fragments of hoof keratin - anything that can be taken from the corpse and kept close at his side. in his days of wandering alone, he would stow these little pieces in whichever temporary densite he dwelled, yet was always forced to move on without them when he continued to roam. now, he implores the shifters of the waterfalls to help him wear the dead things he brings home, feeling more comfortable with feathers pinned behind his ears or animal hides hanging about his frame. if asked, nikolai says that this practice is a way of showing respect to that which gave its life to sustain his own, or to those who fought well in opposition. while this is true, there is another aspect of cnámh-cuimhnitheach that he keeps secret - the belief that the spirits of those whose bodies he preserves in part remain flush against his own, bolstering physical and mental strength in exchange for the honor of memorial. where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries months later saw a chance encounter with his brother; nikolai's eagerness for companionship was met with reluctance, though the other brute agreed. each had grown skilled in solitude, yet it seemed only nikolai was weary of its emotional burden. the two spent a brief period side by side, one marked by growing awkwardness and tension. a quarrel over prey felled at a lakeside was quick to become a proper brawl, weeks of suppressed agitation boiling into snapping teeth and swiping claws. nikolai's brother had gotten the bulk of their father's genes, leaving him bigger, stronger, meaner than the mottled wolf. when nikolai tried to flee a losing battle, he was bowled sideways into the water, a heavy paw pinning his head in the shallows. only when blood from his gouged eye turned the waters red did nikolai's brother let him flee, choking on waterlogged lungs and frantic in the face of blindness. he sought out the care of other vinmourian wolves as his eye began to heal, pleading sanctuary in exchange for service and absolute devotion. while he can no longer survive alone, he remains a formidable survivalist, his other senses eager to compensate for partial loss of sight. |
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Posted 2024-05-01 16:58:14 (edited)
Then, he had a thought---There were neighboring pack here in the Taiga, and just maybe, his allies would be his council. The first of them was Vrkān Aurum, a wolf with a curse that he turned into a gift. The second was Kóryos Romalus, a humble and wise young wolf that would soon be mated to Ezili Nephthys, the daughter of Kraalosi II's mother's most trusted advisor. But the third, and by far the most surprising, was Irised Primsati, the daughter of an allied Alpha. She would later come to be the catalyst of his pack's prosperity in the Taiga, and as his new mate, join the two packs together as one. So was the beginning of legacy, though very far from the end, as his new reign brought life to the region.  ༺ ꪜ᥅ᛕꪖꪀ ꪖꪊ᥅ꪊꪑ ༻, the wolf with blood of ash and fire.  Ezili Nephthys, daughter of Sentinel, the pack's first stud/advisor, & born with the "curse" of the moon.  Kóryos Romalus, humble and wise advisor, and mate to Ezili.  Tuatha Dé Eridanus 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓼' 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼... тнє ωєιgнт σƒ нιѕ ƒαтнєя'ѕ ℓєgα¢у. тнє ωєιgнт σƒ нιѕ ραѕт. тнє ωєιgнт σƒ тнσѕє нє'∂ ℓσѕт. єνєη ωнєη нє ωαѕ уσυηgєя, єяι∂αηυѕ ωαѕ ησ ѕтяαηgєя тσ ∂ємσηѕ. нє яємємвєяє∂ ƒιgнтιηg σνєя ѕ¢яαρѕ ωιтн тнє σтнєя ρυρѕ ωнιℓє тнє α∂υℓтѕ ѕтαяνє∂ αяσυη∂ тнєм. нє яємємвєяє∂ тнє ƒєєℓιηg σƒ ησт ℓєανιηg тнє ∂єη ιη ƒєαя тнαт тнє σтнєя αηιмαℓѕ σƒ тнє ƒσяєѕт ωσυℓ∂ ρι¢к нιм σƒƒ. ιт ωαѕ нαя∂, вυт тнєу єη∂υяє∂. тняσυgн вℓιzzαя∂ѕ αη∂ ωαяѕ, тнє ωιηтєя ℓσя∂'ѕ ρα¢к ѕυяνινє∂, єνєη ωнєη αℓℓ ѕєємє∂ ℓσѕт. тнαт ωαѕ, υηтιℓ тнє ωιηтєя σƒ нιѕ ѕє¢ση∂ уєαя. тнє ι¢є ∂яσυgнт ωαѕ ραятι¢υℓαяℓу вα∂ тнαт ѕєαѕση, αη∂ тнє нυηтєяѕ ωєяє нανιηg ωσяѕє αη∂ ωσяѕє ℓυ¢к єα¢н яυη. ησямαℓℓу, тнєу ωσυℓ∂ нανє נυѕт мα∂є ιт тняσυgн ωιтн α ƒєω σƒ тнє ηυяѕιηg ѕнє-ωσℓƒѕ αη∂ ѕтяσηgєѕт α∂σℓєѕ¢єηтѕ, ѕσ ℓσηg αѕ тнєιя αℓρнα ρяσνι∂є∂ єησυgн ƒєятιℓє ƒємαℓєѕ тσ єα¢н σƒ нιѕ вяσтнєяѕ' ρα¢кѕ. вυт тнαт уєαя, συт σƒ 5 ℓιттєяѕ, σηℓу 2 ƒємαℓєѕ ωєяє вσяη. тнє ℓєα∂єяѕ σƒ тнє σтнєя ρα¢кѕ ωєяє ƒυяισυѕ. тнєу ωєяє тιяє∂ σƒ ¢αяιηg ƒσя тнєιя ωιтнєяιηg σℓ∂єя вяσтнєя ησχмуя, αη∂ ∂є¢ι∂є∂ тσ ƒιηιѕн 域 тнє ωнσℓє ρα¢к ιη σηє ƒєℓℓ ѕωσσρ. єяι∂αηυѕ ωαѕ σηє σƒ σηℓу 4 ѕυяνινσяѕ--- נυѕт α gяσυρ σƒ ρυρѕ συт ρℓαуιηg ιη тнє нσℓℓу. тнє яє∂ σƒ тнє вєяяιєѕ нι∂ тнєм αмσηgѕт тнє вℓσσ∂ αѕ тнєу ℓαу ωιтηєѕѕ тσ тнє ƒαℓℓ σƒ тнєιя ƒαмιℓιєѕ. ƒяσм тнαт ∂αу ƒσятн, тнє ƒσυя уσυηg ωσℓνєѕ ѕωσяє тнαт тнєу ωσυℓ∂η'т ƒαℓℓ тσ тнє ѕαмє ƒαтє αѕ тнєιя ρяє∂є¢єѕѕσяѕ. тнєу ωσυℓ∂ ℓσσк συт ƒσя єα¢н σтнєя, ѕιвℓιηgѕ ησт ву вℓσσ∂, вυт тяαgє∂у. ѕσ тнєу ѕєт 域 ιη ѕєαя¢н σƒ ηєω ℓαη∂, ƒιη∂ιηg α нσмє ιη тнє яι¢н ωσσ∂ℓαη∂ѕ. тσ тнιѕ ∂αу, тнєιя ѕριяιтѕ ѕтιℓℓ ωαт¢н σνєя тнє ℓαη∂, ωнιѕρєяιηg ρяσмιѕєѕ σƒ ρяσѕρєяιту αη∂ ℓσуαℓту. ⱿꝊ𐌔𐌌𐌀𐌕 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼. Ŧคгєรᛕꪮȴȴ 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻, 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓼𝓾𝓷'𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓼. ᑕꪖꪶꪮꪻ᥅ꪮρꫀ 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 Σ𐌓𐌉𐌃𐌀𐌍𐌵𐌔 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓽, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭. ѕση σƒ тнє gяєαт ℕꪮ᥊ꪑꪗ᥅, нє єη∂υяєѕ тнє ¢яυєℓтιєѕ σƒ ωιηтєя ѕσ тнαт тнσѕє αƒтєя нιм мαу ησт, αη∂ ηєνєя тιяєѕ σƒ ωαт¢нιηg нιѕ ρυρѕ ρℓαу ιη тнє ѕнιηιηg ѕησω. Art Details and Info I'm mainly just looking for Kraalosi II to be done, as well as maybe Vrkan, but the others are simply extras! You can do as you please with all of this, I love your art style and can't wait to see if you chose to draw them! If you do choose to make art of him, I can only ask that you consider his horns, antlers, crown, and long fangs as part of him! the rest is decor (rose, necklace, anklet, atmosphere). The only thing with his design that isn't present on him, is the swirl under his eyes--- the link to what I mean can be found here (a long with the plain version of Kraalosi II's image). Can't wait to hopefully see the results! |
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 Yup[Rat]nikᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ #91893 |
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Posted 2024-08-03 00:19:35 (edited)
 without decor in case needed 2. Wolves important to the story  without decor if needed (his wings and antlers are canon though--)  3. Your wolfs story ₊˚⊹♡ Sneak peek (copied from my den)₊˚⊹♡ "Are you sure you're... ready for this?" "Of course. We need to make a better place... for the wolves that are suffering like we did. "And we will do so together, my love." As they set off, Dormani and Rosha, lovers and rival heirs in their respective clans, prepare to make a new story for themselves. Determined to escape the tyranny, war, and suffering that plagues their homeland, they vow to make a safe haven for all those that come through. A new home for all, ready to take its first steps. A place free of fear, a place blessed by the gleaming sunsets. ₊˚⊹♡The meeting₊˚⊹♡ The sound of a stream flowing fills the air as the sun sets, the purple hues of the sky scattering across the water. A gentle breeze blows, shaking the leaves and grass in the clearing. Dormani, princess of the white Lotus clan, sits in the tall grasses surrounding the stream. She closes her eyes and lets the breeze take her mind as she dreams of a different life than hers. A smile spreads across her face, this is one of the only times she gets to be at peace. Her head snaps to the tree line across the stream as she hears the rustling of a moving creature lurking. Her gaze narrows and her body tenses up as she stands, ready to put up a fight if need-be. Her eyes meet with another wolf, his icy white gaze piercing hers as he steps out of the woods. "Who are you?" She growls with a facade of confidence blanketing her voice. "You face the Princess of the White Lotus. Any closer and you will be on our territory." She gives her title out, hopefully to scare the stranger into not engaging her. The strange wolf however, remains unmoving. He sits as he begins to speak. "Well You face The Crown Prince of The Blood Moon clan." He states, his growl deep but still non-threatening. "The... Crown Prince?" Her voice faulters. She has heard of him, the undefeated crown prince who had to fight his 8 brothers for the title. This was no fight she could win. "You needn't be so threatened by me. I only come here for solace, as i presume you do. We do not need to talk." He shifts his gaze from her, moving himself to a more comfortable spot. Dormani is stunned. A puzzled look spreads across her face as she thinks No need to be threatened? He is only revered as a monster in battle, why wouldn't i be threatened. He's supposed to be my sworn enemy "You know." The wolf speaks again. "I don't much appreciate being stared at like im some monster." His look saddened for a moment, only for a moment, but Dormani saw. "I cant really... help it. I mean.. you are supposed to hate me, as I you." She states, gradually getting closer to him. "Well. I'm supposed to be a lot of things, none of which I am." He huffs, a slight tinge of anger coats his voice. "You.. are like me then?" Dormani asks, somewhat timidly. Somewhere in her lies the hope that he will say yes, that there is someone like her out there. The wolf turns his head to meet her gaze, staring at her in silence. "I suppose. If you are like me, that is." He studies her, could the so called 'spoiled princess" of his enemy pack really be like him? "What is your name?" She asks "It's only befit to start a friendship that way. Knowing eachothers names. Mine is dormani." She steps closer to him, still cautious but the wall is slowly breaking. "Rosha." He sits up, still looking her in the eyes. "Your name is very pretty." He says, his gaze softening. He knows he doesnt need to keep his facade up any longer. "As you are." "You'd be the first to say that." She sits next to him, keeping some space though. "Many of my clan resent my name. Because of my mother." "I know not of your mother." Rosha gives a small smile. "Only of you. And so far, you've been pleasant." He stands and walks away a bit before stopping. "I must go now, my father will be searching for me." He meets her gaze one last time. "I will see you again, yes?" Dormani lets a small smile out as well. "I do hope so. And I you?" "I do hope so." He says before trotting back into the woods towards his own clan. Dormani sits, sort of stunned. What even just happened? she thinks. That was her first meeting with her born-to-be enemy, yet she... liked him? She shakes the weird feeling off of herself before trotting back to her own clan, with one final glance at the stream. She really did hope to see him again. ₊˚⊹♡ --End Scene-- ₊˚⊹♡The night of the decision₊˚⊹♡ A loud, sharp yelp is heard from the empress' den. The guards outside wince, trying to ignore the sounds. "You MUST learn this, Dormani" Empress Melani growls, frustrated that her daughter feigns ignorance "Whether you like it or not, you ARE the princess of these lands. The wolves here will not tolerate such weakness. Not from my offspring." "Offspring" Dormani mutters as she looks down, afraid to look her mother in the eyes. It's as if she hardly thinks of me as anything other than an extension of her. Something to show off and train, like a pet. "What did you say, brat?" Melanis gaze narrowed, burning through her daughters fur. "I will not have you speaking back to me, Dormani. You know as well as I how that ends." "Of course, mother." Dormanis gaze shifted slightly up to meet her mothers burning gaze. "Get out of my sight. The gods must hate me to have defiled my name with a daughter like you." Dormani walks out of the cave, speeding up to a run as soon as she was out of her mothers site. She runs to the stream on the outskirts of the territory, just bordering the rouge lands. She shifts through the tall grass to the stream, resting beside it. The moonlight reflected off of the water, and the stars seemed to gleam just for her, for whom else could appreciate their beauty? She let out a deep sigh as she ponders while she looks at the stars, what is she to do with the rest of her life? Get eventually executed by her mother for not being cruel enough? Live in exile? Die in the coming wars that plague her future? She huffs and she lets her head fall to the ground as she rests for awhile. Her ears prick up as she scans the the tree line across the stream. I'm sure I heard something.. , her gaze narrows, unwavering. It's not long before her eyes greet those of another wolf. A dark furred wolf with eyes like ice and antlers like a deer. Huge wings that covered his sides, and purple markings on his fur, this was clearly a wolf from the neighboring Bloodmoon clan. Her mothers enemy. Dormani stands, but her tail begins to wag at the sight of her supposed 'enemy'. "Rosha" She says with the utmost softness in her voice. "I waited longer the usual, was something wrong?" "No, just my fathers usual scolding about my 'unfitness to rule' " he gleamed down at her before beginning to groom her fur as they nestled down in the grass next to each other. The two were an unlikely pair of lovers. Princess and Crown prince to their respective clans, they were born enemies. They bond with the idea that they might one day leave to form their own clan, free of the violence and abuse they both faced daily. "I think we should do it" Dormani abruptly stood up, leaving rosha laid down with his tongue out. "I mean it. Right now. I don't think I can take it any longer, Rosha." "You know I will go with you, but are you ready to do that? Leave everything behind?" Rosha meets her gaze "I have always been ready, I only wait for you to be dear." He stands to be closer to her, shifting his gaze to the horizon in front of them. "You know it will not be so easy out there." "I am ready. I know I am." She turned to look the same way as him. "These wolves here... They need us. They suffer pain far worse than you and I daily. We're their only hope." She smiles and turns to him. "Plus, nothings worse than my mothers training." "Let us go then." He takes a few steps forwards and looks back for her to join. "Let's travel to our future, together." ₊˚⊹♡ --End scene--₊˚⊹♡ Dormani Dormani is a slender and shorter wolf, fit with pink and black markings under her white splotches. She is kind-hearted and compassionate, unlike her mother who is the ruthless tyrannical ruler of her clan, the White Lotus. She is forced to go through combat training by her mother daily, but she feigns weakness in the hopes that her mother realizes she is too weak one day and stops. She has dreamed of running away ever since her first training session, and now that she is the young adult she is, she knows that it is possible for her to actually achieve that dream. Despite the front she puts up with her mother, dormani is actually a skilled fighter, perhaps not the best but she can absolutely hold her own in most fights. Rosha Rosha is a tall and intimidating wolf with a good physique to boot. This is due to his fathers intense battle sessions and the many fights with his brothers he had to win to retain his title as crown prince. Rosha maintains a cold and callous facade when around his clan members, despite actually being more a lover than a fighter. In reality, Rosha is a very gentle and considerate wolf. For those he is close to (basically only Dormani) he often uses pet names like 'dear' or 'love' and is very physically affectionate. He despises his father, and fully supports Dormani in her dreams of leaving and creating a better and more civilized place. Though he may not be as serious as Dormani can get at times, he would put his life on the line to fight for her every single time, no matter how hurt or tired he was. He is extremely loyal, and would never allow something to happen to her on his watch. Sorry, I know it might be a lot to read and I know you might not even BE doing this anymore since this post is a few months old but, I had a lot of fun writing it! |
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LUZIFER ( A unique/different way of spelling Lucifer)  2. Supporting wolves pictures Luzifer has a total of 4 siblings - 2 brothers Scorpion and Ashton and 2 Half Sisters Cirice and Chaos, they are a very big part of his lore and life but so far the only one I have written lore for is Scorpion so as of right now Scorpion is the most important supporting wolf.  Scorpion is a cedar-colored wolf, his fur is thick and well-kept, shimmering with hues of deep brown and amber that blend seamlessly into the forested landscapes he roams. At 2 years old, he stands tall and imposing among his siblings, exuding an air of authority mixed with an enigmatic charm.His most striking feature is the trio of purple demon eyes that pierce through the dimmest light —a legacy from his demon bloodline. These eyes not only grant him enhanced perception but also hint at a tumultuous heritage that shapes much of who he is. Scorpion embodies a dual nature—it's this complexity that makes him both relatable and formidable. He is fiercely unpredictable, often acting on instinct, which can lead him to take risks that others might shy away from. His overprotective nature extends beyond his siblings; he feels a calling to protect the innocent in their vast territory. Manipulative and stubborn, Scorpion can sway others to see things his way, often making excuses for negative actions that his siblings make , particularly those of Luzifer. Yet, beneath these traits lies an immense capacity for kindness, empathy, and compassion; Scorpion often prioritizes the needs of others before his own. He's intelligent and strategic, making him an exceptional scout who can read landscapes and the emotions of those around him. As the eldest brother in a family of four, Scorpion grew up in a chaotic environment marked by the intense struggles of their lineage. With a demon bloodline coursing through his veins, there was always an underlying conflict between his desire to nurture his family and the darker instincts that came with their heritage. Scorpion took on the mantle of protector early in the sibling dynamic, especially after witnessing the dangerous path Luzifer chose—a path of violence that frequently clashed with Scorpion's more restrained nature. Despite his efforts, Scorpion often finds himself torn between duty and affection. The internal conflict simmered further after he fought Luzifer in a battle that left his younger brother scarred. Overwhelmed with a sense of guilt, he chose to channel his regret into ensuring that his other siblings, Ashton and Cirice, stayed on a less violent path, even as they began to show traits that echoed Luzifer's darker inclinations. 3. Your wolfs story Driven by an insatiable thirst for bloodlust ingrained in him by his lineage, Luzifer's primary motivation lies in asserting dominance over all he encounters. He craves the thrill of battle—whether against monsters that threaten the realm or innocent wolves who dare cross paths with him. His ultimate goal is not only to scout unknown territories but also to leave behind a legacy of corruption among pure wolf bloodlines; he revels in tainting their purity through seduction and violence alike. In every encounter, he seeks validation through destruction—a way to prove himself worthy of the demonic heritage coursing through his veins. Luzifer's relationships are complex and often fraught with tension due to his sociopathic tendencies. He maintains superficial connections within the pack—acknowledged for scouting prowess—but rarely allows anyone close enough to understand him fully or challenge him emotionally. His siblings on the other hand are exceptions… Luzifer's relationship with each sibling is complicated but yet profoundly protective; they are everything to him and also potential threats should they stray too far into independence or vulnerability without him nearby. The pivotal moment in Luzifer's life came during a fierce confrontation with his older brother Scorpion over their differing ideologies regarding killing. While Scorpion kills only when necessary-to protect their pack, their siblings or themselves- Luzifer has embraced the thrill of slaughter without justification. The fight escalated quickly; claws clashed amidst snarls echoing through the dense woods until Luzifer lost control entirely. In a moment fueled by rage and desperation to prove himself superior, he lunged at Scorpion but was met with brutal retaliation—the loss of his left eye and half of his muzzle marked him forevermore. *A female wolf who manages to get away , runs breathless through the underbrush. She glances back, seeing Luzifer close behind.* **FEMALE WOLF:** (pleading) Please! Stop! Why are you doing this? *Luzifer catches her, pinning her down, his breath hot against her fur.* --- **FEMALE WOLF:** (panting) Why... why are you doing this? We meant no harm! **LUZIFER:** (smirking) Harm? Oh, little wolf, it's not about harm. It's about fear. **FEMALE WOLF:** (voice trembling) Fear? You kill us for sport? **LUZIFER:** (leaning closer) Sport? Perhaps. But more so... because I can. You see, I thrive on the chaos I create. **FEMALE:** (desperate) We're just trying to survive! We didn't ask for this! **LUZIFER:** (chuckling darkly) Survival? How quaint. But in my world, survival is a game—one I always win. **FEMALE WOLF:** (glaring) You're a monster! **LUZIFER:** (eyes narrowing) I am and I fucking love it….but then again monsters are simply misunderstood, aren't they? **FEMALE WOLF:** (pleading) Please, just let me go! I'll tell the others—this isn't worth it! **LUZIFER:** (grinning) And where's the fun in that? **FEMALE WOLF:** (whispering) What do you want from us? **LUZIFER:** (stepping back, voice cold) I want to watch the light in your eyes go dull. I want to watch your blood leaking out from your body. I want to see you squirm underneath my jaws as I rip your throat out. I want! and I want! and I want!- but nothing is ever a enough for me… **FEMALE WOLF:** (voice breaking) No... please! **LUZIFER:** (with a chilling laugh) Goodbye, little wolf. --- With that, he strikes, and darkness envelops the her eyes, body and soul .* Hello!!! I have no idea if you are still doing these but i just wanted to say that I love your art and thank you for giving people a chance to have one of your artworks 🖤 I truly appreciate it and I hope you have a wonderful day |
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 2. supporting wolves picture  3. your wolves story without her mother there, she had no reason to stay, so she left. she walked for days,, exploring vast lands she would've never even imagined. throughout her journey, she encountered Kole, a young male wolf who seemed too shy for his large build and was in search for something he didn't quite know yet. the two hit it off instantly, sharing the same dreams of starting a pack of their own - one that accepts anyone. while Kole may not have been the runt of his litter, or shunned from his pack, he was a quiet and kind wolf who would do anything for anyone. the two eventually made their way to the deep swamps of Louisiana, the large mangroves and marsh providing plenty of shelter for the pack they planned on creating. the two had fallen in love with the months they had spent together, practically conjoined at the hip. their love was the true foundation of the Sundawn pack. Ren sadly was unlucky when it came to having pups, barely have two pups to a litter. Kole was of course by her side no matter what. the two soon decided to find more wolves, ones of various colors, marks, and even rare genetic mutations. they soon built their pack, a strong, large group of wolves that crept through the nights of the humid swampy lands, ones that were incredible hunters and scouts. Ren is becoming older though, her usual daily exploration missions getting shorter as her days grow older. she still has not found , nor birthed an heir for the Sundawn pack, yet she had high expectations that whatever led her to the wonderful land where she lives will give her a wonderful heir to lead the pack when she passes. |
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