♤ RETIRED | Black Mambo | MELANISM CARRIER | NBW | T3 ♤ [DNP]

Tickle that cheek and take your throne...
Pump your veins with gushing gold

♤ Black Mambo ♤
- — T3 Blueschist | Melanism Carrier | Dust Eyes | 10 Markings

Mutation Breeders Welcome & Encouraged!
All fertility levels accepted for no additional cost.

— Markings
Slot 1 | Brown Rump Edge | T1
Slot 2 | Black Streaks | T3
Slot 3 | Auburn Inverted Cross | T6
Slot 4 | Black Freckles | T3
Slot 5 | Black Ghast | T3
Slot 6 | White Low Bottoms | T0
Slot 7 | Black Peacock | T3
Slot 8 | Zircon Elbow Patch | T6
Slot 9 | White Cape Ticking | T0
Slot 10 | Sidhe Carnage | T3

RETIRED
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Art by Meowsie

Written Lore

Black Mambo is no ordinary wolf. His soul bears the imprint of ancient dragons—their fire, their greed. His den, nestled within the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, is a treasure trove. Gold coins, glinting like fallen stars, spill from crevices in the earth. Jewels, polished to brilliance, adorn the walls. Each piece tells a story—a conquest, a daring theft, a pact with the moon. The pack whispers that Black Mambo's hoard is more than mere wealth. It's a spell—a binding that keeps the pack safe. For every coin he adds, a rival's fang turns aside, a storm veers away. The python, coiled around the staff at his side, murmurs cryptic prophecies. Its scales shimmer like pearls, and its eyes hold the secrets of forgotten realms.

Psychedelic Splash, once Beta, now bows to Black Mambo. His coat is a riot of colors—turquoise, indigo, and crimson. He leads the hunting expeditions, his paws swift as the wind. When the moon waxes full, he dances on the water's surface, leaving ripples that echo through time. His loyalty to Arcadia, the alpha, is unwavering. But when Black Mambo arrived, Psychedelic Splash's world tilted. The challenge was fierce—a clash of fangs and wills. Yet, when the dust settled, Splash stepped aside. He saw the fire in Black Mambo's eyes—the same fire that burned within the dragon's heart. And so, he became a hunter, chasing prey through the long hot desserts, providing for the pack.

The pack's paws trace a path across the land, their howls echoing through canyons and pine forests. They seek the desert—their promised land. There, beneath the scorching sun, they'll build their den anew. Black Mambo leads the way. His eyes gleam with anticipation, for legends speak of a hidden city—a city of gold. And so, they march westward, the python's scales glinting in the sunlight. Black Mambo's hoard grows with each step, and Psychedelic Splash watches, knowing that their fate is entwined. For in the desert's heart lies not just gold, but destiny—a tale yet unwritten, waiting for the ink of their pawprints.

And so, the saga of Black Mambo, Psychedelic Splash, and the pack unfolds—a symphony of moonlight and shadow, of greed and sacrifice. Legends are born in the wilderness, and theirs will echo through eternity.

This lore created by Rainydaysahead #141359