Mystical Beasts | Unnatural Wolves Unite | discord & Luna Base Giveaway!

I love both of the puppos!!!!!! How exciting! Congrats, you guys!!

Congratulations! I absolutely love both of these <3

Hi, I'm interested in breeding some unnatural bases <3 Only have a few right now, but I'm working on it :D

If anyone want some special babies, I currently have a few, including a brand new swamp pup! While some have ordinary bases, the markings do all the difference!

adding you up firedream c: Welcome to the fam ^_^

I would love to join!

We look forward to all your creative ideas c:

Hey everyone, just letting everyone know I'm going to be sending some December Christmas gifts to random members (must have logged on in December because those are the only people who count), keep your eyes peeled for them!

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Without further ado, here are the bios that Dia and I lovingly crafted for your consideration.

True Name: The sound of the summer wind passing through the clouds. Something like a sigh, if the whole world were heaving a breath. There and gone, and you cannot seem to remember its passing. It leaves no trace, just a vague impression of dandelion fluff and ivory clouds in an endless, sunburnt sky.

Nicknames/Aliases: Sky, Dream Collector, Figment, Abyssrial, Zeru, Stranger, Cloud Prince.

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: The universe and all its weavings, faceless to the mayflies that inhabit it

Star Sign: They are a star, they are the cosmos. They have no need for mortal labels.

Favorite Color: Every shade of burning autumn

Food of Choice: Songs. Anything with bold sound, or a spicy beat.

Origin:

People call them the Dream Collector.

What are they? A fallen piece of patchwork sky, long ago given essence and form and sentience. They are still searching for whatever celestial being breathed life into them, and when they find whomever it was, they will beg for the blessing to be rescinded.

Every dawn brings the sensation of vertigo, stirs a wordless longing in their chest. It’s strange how easily they slipped into the form gifted to them. A robe, worn over the ageless depths of their star-studded soul. But the dawn does not let them forget, not for one day, where they truly came from.

Their name has been long lost to time, so the travelers they meet make up their own. Abyssrial. Zeru. Cloud-touched Prince. They take the names and embody them with every passing day.

Those who make the pilgrimage come to their den from all walks of life, seeking wisdom, guidance, or quiet companionship. They learn of this world, see kindness and cruelty and pain. While making friends and enemies of these strange mortal wolves, they come to know their darkest fears, their deepest desires.

Some despise them for their lovely pelt, unearthly grace, and the painful truths they lay bare. Some find a way to love them a little, for their gentle eyes and golden heart. But never too much, never fully, because to fully love requires trust. And for all their patience, for all their goodness, it is ever so clear to others that they do not belong.

It is inevitable that their existence is a restless one, born of ancient yearning and long, lonely days. What do they wish for? Above all else, to one day return home. For all that they have grown fond of this place, should a gate mystically open to the cosmos, they would not hesitate to step through.

True Name: Raev (Which also means fox, lol)

Nicknames/Aliases: Fox, Little Bit, Half-Breed, Little Myth. 

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Eh, who has time to figure that out?

Family: The Fox Deity Kyra

Star Sign: Pisces

Favorite Color: Blue

Food of Choice: Porcupine

Origin:

Being the daughter of a myth is hard. 

Being the mortal daughter of an immortal spirit is harder.

Daughter of the Spirit of Nature, Goddess of the Summer Growth, Trickster Extraordinaire: The Fox Deity Kyra, Raev never got to know her mother. As soon as she entered the world, the spirit realm began to tear her apart, for it is a place only gods and the dead are allowed to dwell. Her father, a simple gray wolf, took her in without question, but his pack is unsettled by her unearthly origins and strange appearance.

Time has a slippery hold on her. As the pups of the pack grow, she does not. Summers fade into winters, winters melt into summers, and she ages as slow as the tree of the forest in which they live. Pups she played with in the den now look down at her from adult limbs with nothing but mistrust and fear in their eyes. 

The Pack elders taught that wolves are the Children of the Moon. “As the cycles of the moon turn, so do we,” the grizzled elders would say. “We wax, we wane, and in the end, are swallowed by the stars to begin again.” Raev had heard the tale countless times, and each telling ended the same way. The elder would look over the heads of the rapt pups, searching for the one set of rusty ears amid the crowd. “The cycle is sacred. It is who we are, it is how things should be.” Locking eyes with Raev, the storyteller would curl their lip. “A wolf that lives apart from the moon isn’t a wolf at all.”

The blessed blood in her veins paints her as something strange, to be feared as an alien being in a world where everything dies. She will, too, eventually. But not soon enough for them. Her father’s fur lightens with every season. His legs weaken, his steps falter, and yet he still acts as if he was a spry wolf of only two. The pack knows his time is coming. The taunts become direct, the shunning more evident. 

He asks her to go, but she refuses, for he is her world. Railing against time itself, she tries every herb and potion and little magic she can find. But not even a Demi-god can manage to sink her claws in deep enough to prevent him from being swept away in a current that doesn't seem to touch her.