[Reply Friendly] The Tellurian Druids [Balk]

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Posted 2021-02-21 18:51:40 (edited) #349699 This is the overarching story of Balk's era. Here you will see the events and tragedies of the Druids and mention of specific wolves. Each wolf has their own perspective however, so below this post you will find a history of individual wolves that were a part of the Tellurian Druids and what they experienced through the events that take place written here. If a wolf has no description, it is still alive. Descriptions are updated when a wolf passes or leaves the pack. (or if I didn't write anything ) All that said, enjoy! I love feedback as well so feel free to DM me if you find something that doesn't make sense or even if you'd like to have your wolf written into the story somehow c: ___________________________ As you walk through the forest, you see bones littering the grounds. Chains of skulls hang from the trees around you and the bones near your paws are piled in a very particular way. You stop, suddenly very uneasy. Crows call overhead and you call out gently, "Is anyone there?" You wait. Nothing. Just as you're about to turn around, a voice calls from within the brush making you jump, "Why have you come here to these sacred grounds?" You stammer as you see a brown huge wolf, clad in bone talismans step out onto the path. "Lost then, are we?" He sneered, showing his teeth. He circled you as the tension in your shoulders grew. You were ready to run at any moment. He stops and looks you in the eyes. "Who are you?" You managed to say at last. "Pagans. That's what we're called by those who are ignorant of the great Garmr, lord of wherever it may roam... We are It's vassals." Whispers of Oscavara, Saffron, Stone Webbing, Kyster, and Frawn remain. The culling a success as those remaining wallowed in their sorrows. Garmr had appeared, a plague where his paws touched. It swept away those of his choosing. The silent twins were the first touched by his grace. The coughing forewarned the much greater suffering to come. In the coming weeks, their fur would fall out in clumps, their skin itching and red. Boils began surfacing, accompanied by a thirst that could not be quelled. Stone Webbing, the herbalist, tried her very best to treat the ill though she couldn't stop the deaths even with the help of the medicine bear she had learned so much from. Time passed and soon only Oscavara was left. Isolated from the rest of the Druids, she mourned her brethren in relative silence. Only her ragged breathing was heard as Garmr finally took it's leave. 07/07/2021 With his mate and pups gone, taken by Garmr, Wheat mourned. He did his duties as a hunter but hated the way his pack mates were so unaffected by the loss of so many wolves. Garmr may have taken them, but at least his family could have been spared. Over time, he grew numb to everything. Distancing himself from his pack, he only ever showed up to hunt and at meal times. Where Wheat was once talkative he now only ever spoke a few words. Balk and Soloman had taken notice of this, as pack alphas. They discussed what could be done to help Wheat but with his lack of cooperation, Soloman and Balk approached him with the intent of telling him to leave the pack. Wheat often stayed in a clearing that was away from the usual nesting spots and there Soloman came to speak with him, Balk following closely behind. The three talked for a while, Wheat questioning the will of Garmr the entirety of their conversation. When he realized where Soloman was going with his hinting, he felt himself fill with rage. He lunged at Soloman, teeth sinking into his throat. Soloman cried out in shock and tried to free himself. Balk reached and bit Wheat's shoulder as hard as he could. The air filled with the sound of fighting. The rest of the pack came running at once to find the three squabbling in the dirt. Wheat turned and ran, his injuries causing him to limp slightly. Balk chased after him as a few others followed them both in the pursuit. The clearing went still save for Soloman's wheezing and the pawsteps of Saffaira as she came up to inspect him where he'd fallen to the ground. She tried her very best to treat his wounds but the gash in his throat was too much. They all watched, frozen as Soloman's breathing grew weaker and weaker. Then he lay still and silent. Wheat had gotten away, slipped into a nearby river and vanished. Balk was furious they had not found him but took the time to mourn his friend properly. 07/08/2021 Throughout the winter, the Tellurian Druids shared what they had amongst the neighboring packs. Balk freely gave the spoils of his hunters work in the name of survival for all. For those that needed, he would provide if he could. Word of a missing pup spread through the area. The Druids put together a small band to locate the pup. Along the way they ran into many allies, such as Saluna, and Remedy also looking for the Mojave colored youngling. 07/15/2021 The Druids were thriving. Pups were born and some taken in from the outside. With this boon, the entire pack scrambled to make den space... Today we say goodbye to Hearth Ember as she moves on from our pack but it's not all somber news. We also welcome Shore into our ranks. (In her desc: "Named her Shore out of the blue (haha) then went to check what Balk means because I want them to be a pair. Apparently Balk means someone that lives near the bank. Balk and Shore. Completely coincidental but actually more related than I had originally thought. Serendipitous indeed and so it shall be!" Can't wait to see the pups she and Balk produce. Hopefully, I'll get a 2nd gen het eye pupper.) 07/20/2021 The Druids have taken in several pups and are training them all to the best of there ability. All of the mentors are enjoying all the extra company and teaching seems to have become the shared enjoyment of them all! Bird Watching 08/04/21 As time went on, Soloman and X,enva's children grew to become fine hunters along side the children of Weimaraner. A stray pup the pack plucked out of the snow one winter also hunted with them. Together, they provided for all the wolves of the Tellurian Druids. Though every mouth was well fed and and every wolfs spirits were up, there was a staleness to the air. Odd, considering the marshlands in which they dwelled. A few days passed. The shadows seemed to creep up on you and there was no wind in the trees. The bugs hadn't made noise in a very long while. Not at dawn and not in the dead of night. Nothing. The only creatures that seemed to still roam were the Tellurian Druids. A few days passed. The older wolves of the pack were... unsettled, to say the least. They sat in the far reaching corners of the Druid's clearing and whispered amongst themselves. Where once there was merriment and fellowship, there now lay a tension rising throughout all of the Druids. The days dragged on. Pawsteps skittering on the ground made old Wheat flinch hard. He looked up wildly to see Scarlin, Sweet Hurricane, and Hinterland racing around the dwelling space, playing a game of some sort. He breathed heavily, calming himself. Afternoon, who was lounging nearby scoffed, "You're getting too old for scares like that, mentor." Wheat glared at her, panic dancing in his eyes ever so slightly. "You wouldn't understand, you impertinent lark." He snapped back, clawing at the ground in agitation. "This. This is wrong. Listen to your world. There's nothing moving out there, the hunters haven't brought back much food at all because someone, daren't I accuse anyone, has angered our Prince of Rats." Others began to perk there ears up, trying to hear what the eldest of the pack had to say. He went on, "I thought perhaps it was my presence here. Coming back after taking a life but I fear that not to be the case." His speech gathered speed as he spoke. The pups sat and stared, bewildered. "There is a culling coming. I can feel it. Whether it be another plague or something much-" "Wheat." Balks voice called firmly as he stood and approached. "It is as Garmr allows it to be." With these words spoken, most of the druids accepted what would come next. They did not see death as many mortal wolves did. It was a new beginning. Though some in the pack had doubts, they all began to prepare for whatever waited for them in the near future. White rats began to gather. They rested on gnarled tree roots and the soft ground scattered with leaves and they watched. Never did they touch the dead, never did they do anything but stare endlessly, their tiny eyes small pinpricks in the darkness. 08/09/21 A culling indeed came. A slow and ruthless sickness gripped the Tellurian, threatening the lives of many. Among the fallen, Lost Melodies, Doaha, Paisano, Jogatoth, Bertie, Cerberus, Afternoon, Saisa, Rowl, Saffaira, and Scattered Shards. Taken in that order, the Tellurian mourn their dead. Even in this time of sadness however, life thrives. A nameless rogue had been infected and was thought to be dead. This was not Garmr's will, as the next day he stood with a grey patch along his body where Garmr had touched and reanimated him. Saffaira had given birth to puppies the very night her and her mate passed. Baron became the new herbalist and the nameless, now known as Litch, a hunter. Azura found her way back to Wheat along with her own pup, Lazuli. Pthumerian Elder and his adoptive son, Distance, also joined up with the pack in the middle of it's hardships, offering their help. Scattered Shards and Saffaira's story would be remembered for their pups to hear. The relentless efforts of the Tellurian's herbalist with her mate supporting her through all of it is a testament to the will of Garmr. Though he recalled many to rejoin him, the Druids remained and welcomed several new arrivals. 08/24/21 \|\| 09/09/2021 As the weather changed, Balk and his pack spent their time beneath the cover of ash trees. Rain fell steadily. The sound muffled the pawsteps of the Tellurian. The entire pack walked together, wanderers following closely behind, pups scattered amongst them. Their old camp had recently been destroyed by storms much worse than this one, though it didn't bother them much. Chachkies carried his collected treasures as his raven companion flew overhead. She would often call out dangers for the Tellurian as they traveled. They roamed in a place they had never been to and scented no wolves other than themselves. The wind picked up a bit, chilling the air and sliding through the leaves. There seemed to be a path, well traveled, yet it was old. The trees here were thick and their roots avoided the trail and at times even grew over it entirely. The undergrowth grew thicker and thicker, now the path was the only way forward. The wanderers grew anxious but Balk felt wanting to continue, like he was being beckoned. The wind seemed to push them down the way further still, the rain still a steady cascade of gentle water. A clearing opened up before them, enclosed by trees and roots tangled spectacularly. Short grass was scattered about the packed earth, roots poking up here and there. The entirety of it was covered by a canopy, the setting suns light peaking through. He and his companions checked the perimeter, finding a cave entrance that led underground but nothing else. It seemed safe enough. They would stay the night here and rest while the moon was up. 10/07/21 The original hunting party. Battered, down a member, and only here for a flicker in the span of the Tellurian's history. Narn, Rinki-Dink, Stonehenge, Vargsången, and Litch, Reanimated. They would be divided once more. Narn was found mangled not far outside of camp, a disturbing notion as they couldn't find any trace of... anything. David's grief was great, he'd loved his mate with his very soul. Stonehenge and Vargsången took up positions in another squad, where Balam had gone missing and Unclouded was hurt very badly. This recent turn of events unnerved many of the Tellurian. Their pack was being hunted by something unknown. Something unseen. Litch decided to leave the pack after seeing a creature that he could only describe as deeply, deeply unsettling. "An elk... only, it was monstrous. It's eyes were solid black, it never blinked. Limbs protruded from unruly places along its body and it's breathing-" Litch took a moment and shuddered, refusing to go on. He said his farewells and vanished the next day, daring not travel by moonlight. 10/17/21, 11/01/21 [Coigreach Starts] Pthumerian Elder soon perished to the beast. As well as Clouds Ghost, Screech Owl, and Stone Webbing. The Tellurian were at their wits end and Balk, in a final effort to protect every wolf, called his pack into the underground. They'd explored enough of it to survive and over time, hopefully thrive. It wasn't completely closed off. The largest cavern stretched to a great height, the very top of it allowing rays of sunlight to illuminate it down the the depths the Tellurian were now setting up in. A small trickling stream skirted the far edge and soft moss grew along the rock beneath their paws. It wasn't a bad place, just hard to reach given the complex and sprawling nature of tunnels that led here. Complete darkness made it difficult to navigate, even for nocturnal predators. This would be a new era, Balk realized, his gaze resting on the young the pup the mothers had carried here. "They'll never see the outside unless we can make it safe for them again..." He thought to himself. 05/11/22, 11/01/21 [Would like to rewrite+fact check this segment] Now, they went. Fully integrated into the life of under-dwellers. It was only now that Entiat told a story which he kept hidden out of respect for the dead. X-enva had broken the code. He spoke of her nesting though Garmr had forbidden such a practice. This was the reason they were forced underground. It was recompense for her disobedience, and so Balk excepted this change. They could now allow mothers to nest as they had paid in blood for such change. The pups that were being born now were mostly grey like the stone around them. Some exceptional members of the pack bore pelts that matched the likeness of Garmr, a blessing to show the deity's acceptance. Prey was plentiful and more accessible due to the tunnels leading to so many regions. They spanned impossibly far and never seemed to stay the same the further one ventured from the heart-cave, or home cave. It's like the place was alive and watched out for the wolves living in it. Whatever the case, the Tellurian were grateful to call it home at long last. In the past was there nomadic way of life, they finally had a home.	Rannoch #38823

Posted 2021-02-21 18:51:40 (edited)

#349699

This is the overarching story of Balk's era. Here you will see the events and tragedies of the Druids and mention of specific wolves. Each wolf has their own perspective however, so below this post you will find a history of individual wolves that were a part of the Tellurian Druids and what they experienced through the events that take place written here.

If a wolf has no description, it is still alive. Descriptions are updated when a wolf passes or leaves the pack. (or if I didn't write anything

)

All that said, enjoy! I love feedback as well so feel free to DM me if you find something that doesn't make sense or even if you'd like to have your wolf written into the story somehow c:

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As you walk through the forest, you see bones littering the grounds. Chains of skulls hang from the trees around you and the bones near your paws are piled in a very particular way. You stop, suddenly very uneasy. Crows call overhead and you call out gently, "Is anyone there?" You wait. Nothing. Just as you're about to turn around, a voice calls from within the brush making you jump, "Why have you come here to these sacred grounds?" You stammer as you see a brown huge wolf, clad in bone talismans step out onto the path. "Lost then, are we?" He sneered, showing his teeth. He circled you as the tension in your shoulders grew. You were ready to run at any moment. He stops and looks you in the eyes. "Who are you?" You managed to say at last. "Pagans. That's what we're called by those who are ignorant of the great Garmr, lord of wherever it may roam... We are It's vassals."

Whispers of Oscavara, Saffron, Stone Webbing, Kyster, and Frawn remain. The culling a success as those remaining wallowed in their sorrows. Garmr had appeared, a plague where his paws touched. It swept away those of his choosing. The silent twins were the first touched by his grace. The coughing forewarned the much greater suffering to come. In the coming weeks, their fur would fall out in clumps, their skin itching and red. Boils began surfacing, accompanied by a thirst that could not be quelled. Stone Webbing, the herbalist, tried her very best to treat the ill though she couldn't stop the deaths even with the help of the medicine bear she had learned so much from. Time passed and soon only Oscavara was left. Isolated from the rest of the Druids, she mourned her brethren in relative silence. Only her ragged breathing was heard as Garmr finally took it's leave.

07/07/2021

With his mate and pups gone, taken by Garmr, Wheat mourned. He did his duties as a hunter but hated the way his pack mates were so unaffected by the loss of so many wolves. Garmr may have taken them, but at least his family could have been spared. Over time, he grew numb to everything. Distancing himself from his pack, he only ever showed up to hunt and at meal times. Where Wheat was once talkative he now only ever spoke a few words. Balk and Soloman had taken notice of this, as pack alphas. They discussed what could be done to help Wheat but with his lack of cooperation, Soloman and Balk approached him with the intent of telling him to leave the pack. Wheat often stayed in a clearing that was away from the usual nesting spots and there Soloman came to speak with him, Balk following closely behind. The three talked for a while, Wheat questioning the will of Garmr the entirety of their conversation. When he realized where Soloman was going with his hinting, he felt himself fill with rage. He lunged at Soloman, teeth sinking into his throat. Soloman cried out in shock and tried to free himself. Balk reached and bit Wheat's shoulder as hard as he could. The air filled with the sound of fighting. The rest of the pack came running at once to find the three squabbling in the dirt. Wheat turned and ran, his injuries causing him to limp slightly. Balk chased after him as a few others followed them both in the pursuit. The clearing went still save for Soloman's wheezing and the pawsteps of Saffaira as she came up to inspect him where he'd fallen to the ground. She tried her very best to treat his wounds but the gash in his throat was too much. They all watched, frozen as Soloman's breathing grew weaker and weaker. Then he lay still and silent. Wheat had gotten away, slipped into a nearby river and vanished. Balk was furious they had not found him but took the time to mourn his friend properly.

07/08/2021

Throughout the winter, the Tellurian Druids shared what they had amongst the neighboring packs. Balk freely gave the spoils of his hunters work in the name of survival for all. For those that needed, he would provide if he could. Word of a missing pup spread through the area. The Druids put together a small band to locate the pup. Along the way they ran into many allies, such as Saluna, and Remedy also looking for the Mojave colored youngling.

07/15/2021

The Druids were thriving. Pups were born and some taken in from the outside. With this boon, the entire pack scrambled to make den space... Today we say goodbye to Hearth Ember as she moves on from our pack but it's not all somber news. We also welcome Shore into our ranks. (In her desc: "Named her Shore out of the blue (haha) then went to check what Balk means because I want them to be a pair. Apparently Balk means someone that lives near the bank. Balk and Shore. Completely coincidental but actually more related than I had originally thought. Serendipitous indeed and so it shall be!" Can't wait to see the pups she and Balk produce. Hopefully, I'll get a 2nd gen het eye pupper.)

07/20/2021

The Druids have taken in several pups and are training them all to the best of there ability. All of the mentors are enjoying all the extra company and teaching seems to have become the shared enjoyment of them all!

Bird Watching

08/04/21

As time went on, Soloman and X,enva's children grew to become fine hunters along side the children of Weimaraner. A stray pup the pack plucked out of the snow one winter also hunted with them. Together, they provided for all the wolves of the Tellurian Druids. Though every mouth was well fed and and every wolfs spirits were up, there was a staleness to the air. Odd, considering the marshlands in which they dwelled. A few days passed. The shadows seemed to creep up on you and there was no wind in the trees. The bugs hadn't made noise in a very long while. Not at dawn and not in the dead of night. Nothing. The only creatures that seemed to still roam were the Tellurian Druids. A few days passed. The older wolves of the pack were... unsettled, to say the least. They sat in the far reaching corners of the Druid's clearing and whispered amongst themselves. Where once there was merriment and fellowship, there now lay a tension rising throughout all of the Druids. The days dragged on. Pawsteps skittering on the ground made old Wheat flinch hard. He looked up wildly to see Scarlin, Sweet Hurricane, and Hinterland racing around the dwelling space, playing a game of some sort. He breathed heavily, calming himself. Afternoon, who was lounging nearby scoffed, "You're getting too old for scares like that, mentor." Wheat glared at her, panic dancing in his eyes ever so slightly. "You wouldn't understand, you impertinent lark." He snapped back, clawing at the ground in agitation. "This. This is wrong. Listen to your world. There's nothing moving out there, the hunters haven't brought back much food at all because someone, daren't I accuse anyone, has angered our Prince of Rats." Others began to perk there ears up, trying to hear what the eldest of the pack had to say. He went on, "I thought perhaps it was my presence here. Coming back after taking a life but I fear that not to be the case." His speech gathered speed as he spoke. The pups sat and stared, bewildered. "There is a culling coming. I can feel it. Whether it be another plague or something much-" "Wheat." Balks voice called firmly as he stood and approached. "It is as Garmr allows it to be." With these words spoken, most of the druids accepted what would come next. They did not see death as many mortal wolves did. It was a new beginning. Though some in the pack had doubts, they all began to prepare for whatever waited for them in the near future. White rats began to gather. They rested on gnarled tree roots and the soft ground scattered with leaves and they watched. Never did they touch the dead, never did they do anything but stare endlessly, their tiny eyes small pinpricks in the darkness.

08/09/21

A culling indeed came. A slow and ruthless sickness gripped the Tellurian, threatening the lives of many. Among the fallen, Lost Melodies, Doaha, Paisano, Jogatoth, Bertie, Cerberus, Afternoon, Saisa, Rowl, Saffaira, and Scattered Shards. Taken in that order, the Tellurian mourn their dead. Even in this time of sadness however, life thrives. A nameless rogue had been infected and was thought to be dead. This was not Garmr's will, as the next day he stood with a grey patch along his body where Garmr had touched and reanimated him. Saffaira had given birth to puppies the very night her and her mate passed. Baron became the new herbalist and the nameless, now known as Litch, a hunter. Azura found her way back to Wheat along with her own pup, Lazuli. Pthumerian Elder and his adoptive son, Distance, also joined up with the pack in the middle of it's hardships, offering their help. Scattered Shards and Saffaira's story would be remembered for their pups to hear. The relentless efforts of the Tellurian's herbalist with her mate supporting her through all of it is a testament to the will of Garmr. Though he recalled many to rejoin him, the Druids remained and welcomed several new arrivals.

08/24/21 || 09/09/2021

As the weather changed, Balk and his pack spent their time beneath the cover of ash trees. Rain fell steadily. The sound muffled the pawsteps of the Tellurian. The entire pack walked together, wanderers following closely behind, pups scattered amongst them. Their old camp had recently been destroyed by storms much worse than this one, though it didn't bother them much. Chachkies carried his collected treasures as his raven companion flew overhead. She would often call out dangers for the Tellurian as they traveled. They roamed in a place they had never been to and scented no wolves other than themselves. The wind picked up a bit, chilling the air and sliding through the leaves. There seemed to be a path, well traveled, yet it was old. The trees here were thick and their roots avoided the trail and at times even grew over it entirely. The undergrowth grew thicker and thicker, now the path was the only way forward. The wanderers grew anxious but Balk felt wanting to continue, like he was being beckoned. The wind seemed to push them down the way further still, the rain still a steady cascade of gentle water. A clearing opened up before them, enclosed by trees and roots tangled spectacularly. Short grass was scattered about the packed earth, roots poking up here and there. The entirety of it was covered by a canopy, the setting suns light peaking through. He and his companions checked the perimeter, finding a cave entrance that led underground but nothing else. It seemed safe enough. They would stay the night here and rest while the moon was up.

10/07/21

The original hunting party. Battered, down a member, and only here for a flicker in the span of the Tellurian's history. Narn, Rinki-Dink, Stonehenge, Vargsången, and Litch, Reanimated. They would be divided once more. Narn was found mangled not far outside of camp, a disturbing notion as they couldn't find any trace of... anything. David's grief was great, he'd loved his mate with his very soul. Stonehenge and Vargsången took up positions in another squad, where Balam had gone missing and Unclouded was hurt very badly. This recent turn of events unnerved many of the Tellurian. Their pack was being hunted by something unknown. Something unseen. Litch decided to leave the pack after seeing a creature that he could only describe as deeply, deeply unsettling. "An elk... only, it was monstrous. It's eyes were solid black, it never blinked. Limbs protruded from unruly places along its body and it's breathing-" Litch took a moment and shuddered, refusing to go on. He said his farewells and vanished the next day, daring not travel by moonlight.

10/17/21, 11/01/21 [Coigreach Starts]

Pthumerian Elder soon perished to the beast. As well as Clouds Ghost, Screech Owl, and Stone Webbing. The Tellurian were at their wits end and Balk, in a final effort to protect every wolf, called his pack into the underground. They'd explored enough of it to survive and over time, hopefully thrive. It wasn't completely closed off. The largest cavern stretched to a great height, the very top of it allowing rays of sunlight to illuminate it down the the depths the Tellurian were now setting up in. A small trickling stream skirted the far edge and soft moss grew along the rock beneath their paws. It wasn't a bad place, just hard to reach given the complex and sprawling nature of tunnels that led here. Complete darkness made it difficult to navigate, even for nocturnal predators. This would be a new era, Balk realized, his gaze resting on the young the pup the mothers had carried here. "They'll never see the outside unless we can make it safe for them again..." He thought to himself.

05/11/22, 11/01/21 [Would like to rewrite+fact check this segment]

Now, they went. Fully integrated into the life of under-dwellers. It was only now that Entiat told a story which he kept hidden out of respect for the dead. X-enva had broken the code. He spoke of her nesting though Garmr had forbidden such a practice. This was the reason they were forced underground. It was recompense for her disobedience, and so Balk excepted this change. They could now allow mothers to nest as they had paid in blood for such change.

The pups that were being born now were mostly grey like the stone around them. Some exceptional members of the pack bore pelts that matched the likeness of Garmr, a blessing to show the deity's acceptance. Prey was plentiful and more accessible due to the tunnels leading to so many regions. They spanned impossibly far and never seemed to stay the same the further one ventured from the heart-cave, or home cave. It's like the place was alive and watched out for the wolves living in it. Whatever the case, the Tellurian were grateful to call it home at long last. In the past was there nomadic way of life, they finally had a home.

Rannoch
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Posted 2021-07-07 19:23:55 (edited)

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Leaders

Balk:

T1 Muted

"dweller by the bank"

Dark air engulfed Balk as he moved carefully through Garmr's hallowed grounds. Each pawstep taken with care. As the breeze rose, bones linked with twine clicked together gently dangling from the trees around him. He made his way to the stream and stood on the soft shoreline, listening to it babble. Dark shapes slipping in and out of view beneath it held his attention. One, two, and with a slight tense of his muscles, Balk reached into the stream and snagged a fish out with his claws.

When Balk first met Shore, they didn't get along. Both wolves were headstrong and stubborn. It was only after they'd been trapped in the dreamlands and Shore had sacrificed a piece of herself to get them back home did something change in their relationship. They looked past their quarrels and found that they were alike in many ways. Combining their efforts proved to make them a force of nature and there seemed to be nothing they couldn't do.

While battling an Elk, Balk lost his eye. Now his rat companion, Rambo, helps him see the world. (Literally lost his other eye in the same day, like damn). The transition into blindness wasn't an easy one. Balk took the change hard but he never gave up. Day by day, he became used to the darkness. His ears picked up on new sounds, tiny indications that he would have never paid any attention to before. His sense of smell was getting sharper as well. The trees lit up all around, each carrying it's own scent. The surrounding plants, his pack, even the wind brought smells to his nose all at once. It was overwhelming. Balk spent many days sorting through his newfound noticings in almost a meditative manner. He worked on getting around with the help of Rambo and his packmates. Eventually he sparred with a few of the Tellurian hunters, losing terribly but he was still determined. He was an accomplished fighter before this incident. He worked and worked and worked on everything and after a few long months, he felt almost back to himself.

When the Tellurian discovered the cave led to a deep interconnected system of tunnels, they weren't sure what to do. Through careful exploration, led by Balk who'd become accustomed to darkness, they eventually worked out how to navigate the underground. They'd just begun to move into the caves a bit when the monstrosity started to hunt the Druids.

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Posted 2021-07-07 19:24:00

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Posted 2021-10-07 08:40:42 (edited)

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Wolf Descriptions and Personal Accounts

X-enva:

X-enva mourns the death of her pair-bonded mate, Soloman. He was killed by Wheat during her pregnancy with their first litter and as a result, is very protective of her pups. In order to ensure that her pups lived, X-enva gave birth to them in an isolated place. A well nested place. This, Garmr had forbidden. The new mother hoped with everything she had that this transgression would be forgiven...

David and Jedidiah have both grown into fine young hunters. Although their fathers loss was a tragic one, Wheat, his murderer, had returned to the pack a changed wolf. He became a mentor to those two and helped them develop their skills.

X-enva never took another mate after Soloman. She only ever loved him. On warm evenings, you can occasionally catch her sitting on the outskirts of the Druids territory, looking longingly towards the grasslands...

Entiat, the only other original hunter left in the pack, grew closer over time. He was never the same after the loss of his brother, but they both cherished their friendship. Now, they spent their days teaching the young and telling them stories of their ancestors.

Soloman:

Saffaira:

"You aren't properly nested." Scattered Shards locked his gaze with Saffaira's as he spoke. "The survival of our pups depends on preparation and yet we've taken no time to do this task..." His eyes clouded with worry as he pushed his head gently into Saffaira's shoulder. "For those pups who open their eyes to a world more rich in cruelty and deceit, where in the timing of their arrival to the physical plane will be provided another chance. I will embrace you and protect you and guide you back when you are truly ready. These are the words of Garmr, my sweet."

Four out of four pups survived the risky birth!

Her watchful eye had kept the Druids in good health in the past few years. While the plague haunted them still, they did not fear it's presence in their future.

A young pup, coat red as could be, had developed an interest in her work and in herbalism. It delighted her so and she began to teach him her ways. Under her guidance, he's becoming a wonderful young herbalist.

When the plague hit, Saffaira was immediately swamped with tasks. She had no time for foraging so she sent Baron out in her stead. Scattered Shards helped her with everything else. She fought the sickness with everything she had for weeks on end. She hardly rested, her pack needed her. She soon found out she had a litter of puppies on the way which only added to her fatigue. She worked on, tending to her pack-mates. Though her efforts were noble and tireless, one by one, wolves were lost. Her sorrow grew but she remained faithful in her responsibilities of healer.

On their final night, Saffaira gave birth to 5 puppies. Her eyes shimmered with pride before she closed them for the final time. Scattered Shards touched a pup with his muzzle and whispered weakly, "Malin." Baron had just entered as he spoke. Their eyes met in understanding and the young herbalist approached to hear the rest of their names, given by both parents. Satisfied and so... so very tired, Scattered Shards joined his mate in her eternal slumber.

Scattered Shards:

Collector of glass

He roams the banks in search of shiny trinkets. In his ventures for such things, many birds of the corvidae family have taken a liking to trading with him. His mate, Saffaira, is always amused when a murder of crows comes rushing into her medical clearing carrying tiny bundles in their claws to barter with Scattered Shards.

He stayed by his mate's side as she worked. Fetching whatever she needed, neither of them slept. Scattered Shards was worried to death with Saffaira carrying pups at a time like this. The sick flooded her space and he could not argue against her being there, tending to them. She was a healer through and through. She would not leave and he would not leave her...

On their final night, Saffaira gave birth to 5 puppies. Her eyes shimmered with pride before she closed them for the final time. Scattered Shards touched a pup with his muzzle and whispered weakly, "Malin." Baron had just entered as he spoke. Their eyes met in understanding and the young herbalist approached to hear the rest of their names, given by both parents. Satisfied and so... so very tired, Scattered Shards joined his mate in her eternal slumber.

Jogatoth:

brother of Entiat
These two bring nothing but ridiculous humor to every conversation they're in together. They've collectively taught all the pups that passed through the Tellurian Druids a thing or two and they enjoy playing jokes on their pack mates.
The servants of Garmr had just finished up a hunt and were taking back home a big juicy elk when Jogatoth started lagging behind. His legs felt... so heavy. He leaned in on Entiat's shoulder and the staggered back together, following closely behind Scattered Shards, X-enva, and Cerberus. Saffaira, who had seen them from a distance, had a poultice ready to go when Jogatoth collapsed in the center clearing. As she worked, Entiat paced and pawed the ground, impatient. Fear gripped him and he could not look away from his brother who struggled to breathe. Entiat knew better than to ask if he'd be alright. They'd already lost Doaha and Lost Melodies to this plague and many more were becoming affected. He helped drag Jogatoth to the isolated medical cave and was shooed away by Saffaira. Scattered Shards gave him a solemn nod as he made his way out.
The last Jogatoth could recall was the world spinning and Entiat bounding up toward him. In his dreams, he'd only tripped and everything was alright. They returned to the Druid's camp where everyone gathered around to dig into the delicious meal his hunting squad had caught. His chest filled with pride and joy as he ate, surrounded by all that had ever loved him.

Entait:

brother of Jogatoth

Sorrowful Teacher

These two bring nothing but ridiculous humor to every conversation they're in together. They've collectively taught all the pups that passed through the Tellurian Druids a thing or two and they enjoy playing jokes on their pack mates.

The servants of Garmr had just finished up a hunt and were taking back home a big juicy elk when Jogatoth started lagging behind. His legs felt... so heavy. He leaned in on Entiat's shoulder and the staggered back together, following closely behind Scattered Shards, X-enva, and Cerberus. Saffaira, who had seen them from a distance, had a poultice ready to go when Jogatoth collapsed in the center clearing. As she worked, Entiat paced and pawed the ground, impatient. Fear gripped him and he could not look away from his brother who struggled to breathe. Entiat knew better than to ask if he'd be alright. They'd already lost Doaha and Lost Melodies to this plague and many more were becoming affected. He helped drag Jogatoth to the isolated medical cave and was shooed away by Saffaira. Scattered Shards gave him a solemn nod as he made his way out.

Jogatoth passed a week later. Entiat had visited as much as Saffaira would allow but it only served to bring him more grief. He watched the progression of the illness take hold of his dear brother and now he was left in conflict with himself. It felt like his better half had slipped away in the night while his memories tried to hold it there presently. Something was missing, he always found himself searching. His brother was gone.

Though he'd endured loss, X-enva was their for him, just as he was their for her when Soloman died. He enjoyed her company now more than ever as they taught the young of the Tellurian together.

Weimaraner and Entiat truly got to know each other while they looked after and raised the pack's pups together. Always teaching, always fiercely protecting. Eventually, and after many years, they had a pup of their own to look after. Named Jogatoth after Entiat's departed brother, he grew into a fine young hunter. Eagerly gleaning all that his father and mother could teach him.

Wheat:

This wolf is wanted by the Tellurian Druids for murder and has evaded detection by stowing away in strangers' packs. He's become a traveler to escape the wrath of his former pack but he'll get caught eventually...

Lore:

Wheat's mate, Stone Webbing, and his pups, Frawn and Kyster, were taken during the culling, a vicious plague set upon his pack by their very own deity. Not being able to bear their deaths, he lost himself in his own despair. He lost his shit and killed a fellow pack member. Now he's on the run...
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[With the Sun Stealers, 7/9/21]: Wheat came across a pack whose herbalist had recently passed away. "Perfect," he thought to himself. "I can impress these yokels with some herb mumbo-jumbo to get the position. I'll make myself indispensable and have a cushy spot for life." So he approached the pack leader and humbly offered his services.

"Oh yeah?!" said a voice. Wheat turned around and found himself confronted by a young green-furred adolescent with muddy snout and paws. "I'm Lime's apprentice!" she said. (oh shit an apprentice??) "I challenge you to an herb-off! What herbs cure pox? What's the difference between an open wound and an infection? Wanna see who can find the most yarrow in an hour?"

...It didn't go well. He's on the run again. [by Lionel | added: snide expression]
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[With the Sagebrush Tribe, 7/12/21]: Found another pack to hide out with for a while, on the condition that I contribute in some manner during my stay. Easy enough, I think to myself - especially since their recently adopted pup, Azura, seems to take a liking to me right off the bat, and asks if I can be her tutor while all the new moms are busy taking care of their own litters. Maybe she feels something of a kinship with me - two strangers, newly accepted into an unfamiliar pack. Maybe she reminds me a little bit of my own lost pups, too.

Over the weeks, I teach her some of the things I know best, for better or worse: scouting, hunting, tussling, ambushing, hiding. I try not to think too much about how I've honed some of those skills in particular. Weeks turn to months, and it starts to seem like I might be off the hook...until one fateful day, when a pair of Tellurian scouts arrive at the pack borders, and explain their reasons for escorting me back home. Azura seems sad at my leaving - and I guess I am, too - but I try to smile, for her sake, and tell her to remember our trainings together. Even as my wardens approach, I don't bother trying to escape - I'm tired of running. It's time to face judgement for my actions. [by Brooke | added: scattered bones]

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[With the Tellurian Druids]

Rat, a wolf I've not seen before, and myself made our way into a territory not known to me. Looks like they've migrated again. Soon, I stood before my former pack, their eyes boring into me with curiosity. I've always wondered about that. Why were they so indifferent to acts of cruelty such as mine? At least they were consistent in their warped way of thinking. Balk approached with X-enva at his side. Two pups stood closely behind her. She glared at me with hatred in her eyes and I knew that these pups were hers and Soloman's. We talked for hours. Her listening to my plea, I'd excepted that what I'd done was unforgivable. I wouldn't ask her for it. To my surprise, she relaxed a bit when I explained this. After more discussion, it was decided that I would be welcomed back into the pack. I heard whispers of an omen... From Garmr?

Within the years Wheat served with the Tellurian, he never imagined he'd have to withstand another plague in his lifetime. He freely admits that it indeed tested his loyalty once again however, he stayed anyways. The pups of the pack needed a mentor and he could provide that for them. After the sickness had done it's damage, a wondrous thing happened. While Wheat, Scarlin, and Sweet Hurricane were on the way back from a lesson, he caught a familiar scent. It was so comforting and yet he could not name it. As the group moved on, the scent grew stronger and led back to the clearing the Druids called home. When they arrived, Wheat found himself face to face with a blue wolf, her eyes met his and and they filled with happiness. Azura. Wheat found himself more emotional than he felt he should be but nonetheless greeted her with fervor. It was amazing to see her again! A small sneeze caught his attention and he glanced behind her to see a pup with the same beautiful brown eyes as Azura. He leaned down to greet the youngling. "What might your name be, little one?" He asked gently. The pup looked at her mother and then back to Wheat. "Lazuli." He knew that he'd be teaching her about life in this pack before long. How grateful he was to have stayed now that he found himself in the company of a wolf he'd helped raise and her pup who he would end up doing for the same.

Maegar:

A temporary hunter that stayed with the Druids shortly after Wheat fled.

Cerberus:

Cerberus: The Hound Of Hades.
"Cerberus" meaning "Spotted"
Autumn Under Stag's Step.
Theme: Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz
added 07/17/2021 from valpuri77A
more permanent hunter that had been wandering alone for a few months. She decided to stay with the Druids after a while and embraced their ways.

Hearth Ember:

She was searching for her lost pup when the Druids found her injured. In return for the kindness they showed her, she became a mentor and pupsitter. She protected and taught many of the youngling hunters like afternoon and Rinki-Dink. She went on her way after she was fully healed with Garmr's blessing.

Rat:

A follower of Garmr. Her appearance draws the attention of her pack, as Garmr is said to have a similar visage.

As an explorer, Rat treasures her solitude. The joy of finding a new place under gentle moonlight, wind swirling between blades of grass. Perhaps even a lake, fed by cascading streams of water. The sun would sparkle off of it in the most spectacular manor.

When I'm Small had just kind of... always been there. While Rat was away a large majority of her time, the pack was distant from her. When I'm Small had always prioritized her when she was back, however. She hated to think that she loved him because he was the only option she had, but he always reassured her that wasn't the case. On occasion, Rat would take her mate to the beautiful places she discovered. She called them their little romantic getaways and he thoroughly enjoyed these moments.

Weimaraner:

Gifted by link 💚 Predy1 🤍 (20/37gc) #11351

Weimaraner took pride in protecting the puppies here. Being provided meals in exchange for watching a few brats was the initial deal she'd made with the Druids but she came to enjoy teasing the younglings. It honed their instincts at an early age and she was amused by it. It was a win win win situation for Weim!

Weim's been with the Tellurian forever at this point- She's surrounded by wolves that she's helped raise and she wouldn't trade it for the world.

Bertie:

Bertie has always been followed closely by all the pups. They love her. Though she was strict and pushed them to their limits, they were usually grateful to get stronger because of the challenges she had for them.
She couldn't stand it. The pups she'd help raise getting sick? Unacceptable. Bertie spent every waking hour taking care of them and helping Saffaira to the best of her abilities. Eventually the day came where she fell ill herself and could only nest nearby her pupils. It drove her damn near mad.

Lost Melodies:

I hear the whispered echo of a melody I once knew. It graces the edges of my memory and beckons my attention like a speck on the horizon. I know it's there. I feel it's presence and yet I cannot find it. I know how it felt. Slightly repetitive, which led me to stash it away. It would always get stuck in my head, remaining there for days. There's something of sand within it's lyrics... Or maybe just walking. Boots? I know the odd beach I pictured when I listened to it. I see the shoes and I hear the echo again but in the recesses of my memory it stays. It's one of those songs that slipped through the cracks. Heard before I recorded all the songs I'd ever given my attention. I know there are so many yet to be rediscovered but this one in particular I want to know once more.

A single strand of spider silk in a jungle. That's what it feels like I'm looking for. If I said a needle in a haystack it wouldn't cover it right. A needle is shiny and visible if you take your time and look patiently. It might even prick your finger without your eyes to spot it. This silk strand is only visible in a certain light, at a certain angle. It's damn near invisible and still there's a specific feeling that that song made me feel. Yet, in this journey trying to remember, I've found so many more songs, beautiful and interesting. I hold out hope that I'll yet hear it again but until then, it fuels my musical exploration in it's entirety.

Another. An aggressive pink and lime green. Watermelon. Very prominent female singer and perhaps murder was in the lyrics somewhere. Would have gone in my "queen" playlist presently.

Rannoch
#38823

Posted 2021-10-07 11:46:58 (edited)

#537335

Shore:

Stonehenge:

Narn:

449 - 682
Aboriginal Meaning - Sea
Narn came from a pack far far from where the Druids roamed. As a pup, she'd grown up by the seaside. Her tails of the vast ocean captured the attention of her pack mates every time she spoke of it. She enjoyed telling stories!

During one of her tales, this time about a monster that would bring good fortune to any wolf that could catch a glimpse of it, Narn was surrounded by a group of travelers that were staying with her pack. Among them also, was David. While the strangers listened excitedly, the look in David's eyes as he watched Narn passionately speak could only be described as admiration. Or maybe it was affection... Dare she interpret it as something more? He always listened attentively when she was telling one of her tales, no matter how many times he'd heard it.

On her way back to the Tellurian camp, Narn was unsettled. The moon lit her path but the forest felt wrong. Everything was quiet. There were no crickets, no howling, not a sound at all except for her own footsteps. With every step she took, her unease grew. Then she heard breathing. Ragged and erratic. Soft at first, at a distance... She was almost back, almost there, almost- Narn heard crashing behind her, the breathing growing frantic as this thing moved swiftly towards her. Panic set her limbs stone still. She whimpered as she saw it through the leaves... Surely, this would not bring good fortune. Though the crashing continued, this creature did not bob it's as one would expect of something running. It seemed to fly, it's face unflinching, like it's head was separate from it's body. It was reminiscent of an elk but only that. It was alien to this world. Hollowed sockets, leaking a black liquid that dripped after the thing. It's head jerked around suddenly, the "eyes" still held their lock on Narn and a mouth-like orifice peeled itself open, teeth jagged. Narn's eyes glazed over, tears flowing freely as she lightly sobbed. David flashed in her mind. Her mate, her beloved. The creature broke free of the undergrowth and it's jaw snapped down, stealing life.

Afternoon:

She'd always been a shadow amongst her pack. Choosing to isolate herself as opposed to mingling. She was a damn good finisher for her hunting squad, but the plague got to her rather quickly. There was nothing Saffaira could do to stop it.

Vargsången:

Rinki-Dink:

David:

Jedidiah:

Balam:

Cheska:

Unclouded:

Doaha:

Gifted by link ᠂ Sephan᠂ #19309 A promising young stalker. Doaha trained with Sweet Hurricane, Scarlin, and a few of the other Druid's pups to become a worthwhile hunter. Him and Scarlin in particular were close. They'd spend every free moment together, playing and testing one anothers abilities. Suddenly, he wasn't allowed to see Scarlin anymore. He had to stay in a boring old cave with two older pups that were sleeping more than they ever had. Rowl and Saisa had never wanted to play with him anyway. The worst part was that he couldn't even play his usual games due to the unrelenting coughing...

Litch, Reanimated:

[Rules Post] | Original Pack: Tellurian Druids gifted by KiraKiona #33761

Return around the age of 6, please ^^

208 Starting Stats
Amongst the plagued dead, lay this wolf. He was often scented around the northern outskirts of their territory, the sickness must have spread beyond to have reached him. He had showed up with a cough and dizziness as more and more wolves started developing similar symptoms. The Druids treated him as one of there own and tried desperately to combat this plague. However one night, the silence returned. The coughing had stopped and when Saffaira checked in on the sick, most of them were already gone, including the stranger that never mentioned his name.

Waking up after being proclaimed dead had certainly gotten Litch attention, not that he wanted any. He found friendship in the Tellurian, especially with the hunting group he joined. They made him feel welcomed and yet, he found his thoughts wandered to lands he vaguely remembered. He was grateful for the second chance at life, this Garmr had given him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something very important... He felt very protective of these wolves. He knew he was probably too aggressive to the wanderers they let stay with the pack, but he couldn't help but be suspicious of them. He felt divided. He wanted to stay and protect the Tellurian, but somewhere far away seemed to call to him, beckoning. There were traumas unseen by his packmates that plagued him as well. Things he wanted to outrun. [Added by Rannoch #38823]

When I'm Small:

link
Gifted by link Juno #879

Of all the wolves he'd ever met, When I'm Small had never found one as stunning as Rat. Her looks aren't what enamored his heart either, no. Her intellect and drive to fill her own time with solitude are what got him.

When I'm Small greeted Rat whenever she returned. He would always encourage the pups he was watching to play pranks on her, often joining in himself.

Rannoch
#38823

Posted 2022-06-30 15:02:02 (edited)

#784821

Pthumerian Elder: