🗻 - Far-reaching Momentous: The Age of Three Packs (Pack Lore and Gamelogs) 🏹🏴💐

Hello, and welcome to my newest thread on my pack tracking, involving both game logs and lore from time to time.

I've started writing the rollovers events of my pack since 9-25 2020, EA release, but after a 91 day break from record keeping (92 counting this day) I'm back on the grind!

Please respect my thread by not commenting on it. As much as I'm all for support, please PM instead! <3 So read-only, please!

This first post is entirely lore, but the rest of the lore would be more spaced out. I write when I wanna write, aight.

*Disclaimer: I like to write my mind when I'm doing game logs, more like to remind myself what happened that day and whatnot. I will try not to swear, but it's not a promise! Nothing is a promise! I swear, I always end up breaking those... >:(

Warning: there may be mention of gore and brutal acts of violence, possible swearing. Please keep that in mind if you choose to follow this! If there is any other warnings I need to add, do let me know.

Ninety-two half-months has passed since the wolvfers of the Far-reaching Momentous has stopped recording their tales, accomplishments, and failures.

After many battles in a brutal war between that of Fierce Grace and The Wayward Virtue Bellators, many lives were lost, the rancid stench of blood and decaying bodies not leaving the large mountainous territory for months after the end of the war, exactly twenty-four half-months (or twelve full months) ago.

Reddii, the former leader of Fierce Grace, perished in an earlier assualt. This left his son, Soul of his first litter, to take a quickly decided lead of the mountain territory and fighting the last battle against the opposing group, bringing Fierce Grace to a triumphant, bloody victory in the end of it. However, both packs were left very weak, and more lives had been lost even in the aftermath of the war.

As the greatly reduced members of Fierce Grace and The Wayward Virtue Bellators alike struggle to recover, Sundrop and Karso of Fierce Grace decide it is in their paws to help and bring a peaceful change to the two packs for the better, tired of the death. But they too, were very physcially weak. Although they were as battered as their companions, their will for change and hope for a better future left them in a powerful, determinded and persistent mindset.

That night, they prayed. They prayed to the night skies for change, for strength... They did for a few half-months until, to their surprise, a fox of all things came to Karso and Sundrop. The fox smiled upon them, it's amber, cunning eyes studying them each. "I heard your prayers..." the fox spoke in their tongue, shocking the two wolvfers, making both jump in their coats as they sharply turned to the fox. A fox that could speak their wolf language? Absurd... But here it was, addressing them, it's body mostly abscured in shadow. Before either could reply, suspious and their muscles tensing, the fox continued. "Not what you were expecting, huh? Your expectations are irrelevant. I will tell you a secret; I've witnessed you murder my fellow foxes in brutal ways. Your leaders, the one that started your pack and the second one. I'm not here to curse you..." the fox came into view. Sundrop stood to her paws. "What are you here for? We look to our ancestors and kin for answers... Not foxes that think they know it all." the she-wolvfer snarled. Karso narrowed his gaze, though he was curious of what the fox's intentions were. 

The fox broadened it's grin slightly. Neither wolvfer could tell if it was friendly or if the fox was sick in it's head. "I want all you had collected. The 'trophies', of those foxes. See, those red foxes you had attacked were apart of an enemy group against my skulk, likewise the gray and swift naturally. In return, I'll advise you on how to seek out a great elder, which will heal and reform you into stronger wolves."

Neither believed it.

"I doubt a fox of all animals would be of help. Even now, we could destroy your whole skulk if we wanted to." Sundrop growled, contempt in her voice.

The fox went on. "The great elder's name is Jaakobah..." it went on to tell the two who the elder fox is, and what he does. How in return for one thing, he'd allow a one-time use of only one thing from it's large hoard of items. "Sooo... How about it?"

Karso spoke for the first time. "Even if all you say is true, we don't have anything to offer. And even so, why would we trust a fox?" 

"That's where those parts of the foxes you've slained come in. And you don't have to trust me when you can find out for yourselves if my words are true." the fox slyly replied.

Neither wolvfer could argue that, which irritated the two.

"Well we have no use for the trophies anyway. Have them, and tell us how to reach Jaakobah." Karso barked, eyebrows furrowed at the smaller canine. Sundrop gave him a questioning and disbelieving stare. Giving up those items would mean having to steal from Fierce Grace's hoard...

And yet, they went home and snuck the items back to the fox. As promised, the red-furred creature told them how to find Jaakobah.

Leaving in the night on their journey, it took another month to reach this great elder, having been side-tracked a few times along the way.

Jaakobah, whom had sent the fox they met a month before, already knew what they were there for. Without a word, he came with a amber stone...

"We come..." Karso's words broke off as the old fox pressed the stone to Karso's nose, yelping as a shockwave went through him. He felt a powerful strike through his body, and so did his friend after the first fox they met came to her with a different object, although she had put up a fight against it. "What are you..!?"

They both felt their bodies being changed, made stronger and their coats changing.

Memories wiped of their previous life experiences, they were left with only one ideal left in their minds: reform Fierce Grace and The Wayward Virtue Bellators.

They passed out for awhile. When they woke, the foxes were long gone.

On their way home, furious of what had happened, they came to a river to drink and study themselves, their coats and bodies totally different from before. Karso looked like he has been turned into an oversized fox, while Sundrop looked stained with red, black and white, even her former ice-cold eyes redder than blood, startled by what they saw. At least, they weren't scarred nor scrawny from lack of sufficient eating anymore.

"What... Happened..?" Sundrop slowly asked, more to herself than Karso. "Something to do with what those objects...this is ridiculous. I look like... A *fox*." Karso replied, his voice low, astonished. Sundrop analyzed herself. "I kind of like it. My look." she made sure to clarify. "It suits me... Kind of." 

"At least I don't look like a coyote..." Karso muttered.

The two pondered for awhile in their puzzlement, coming to a slow acceptance.

"Fierce Grace would never believe us if we told them what happened." Sundrop stated, lowering her rump and bending her back legs to sit. "What are we going to tell them?"

"Nothing." Karso looked at her. "They'd never understand. We must be new wolvfers, as if they never met us."

"Then what do you suppose we do, Karso?"

Karso thought for a long moment. "I'm not Karso anymore..." he looked back to his reflection in the water. "My name is..." he glanced around, noticing a small patch of daises nearby. "My name is Whiteflower."

Sundrop snorted a bit. "If you're Whiteflower, I'm Redflower."

Karso turned to look at her. "I feel like Cerise would suit you better. I had a sister named that before I came to Fierce Grace. She isn't with us anymore, but... You remind me of her in a way." 

The she-wolvfer kind of liked that. "Sure... Okay... I'm Cerise, you are Whiteflower. Now what?"

"Now?" he looked up to the bright sky, "we go back home. We reform, we make a new, strong pack. We'll bring Fierce Grace and the Virtue Bellators to peace, and... I dream of ruling the territories. Do you?" he prompted her without looking at her.

Cerise thought about the imaginative male's dream. She couldn't bring herself to say no, though she couldn't even begin to agree they alone could do such a great task. "I do."

"Then it's settled." he grinned, looking at her with such determination in his amber, fox-like eyes. "We will be King and Queen, and we, will bring the two packs together and rule both territores... The Great land. We'll call it... The Far-reaching Momemtous." 

She liked that, smiling back. Both packs were weak; they could both with team effort make a new world for themselves. "I'm in."

...

For two years after the fact, they succeeded in bringing the two packs at peace, now working together to keep each pack's members fed and in good spirits. Though they did not recognize themselves as one, Fierce Grace remaining under Soul's lead and the Virtue Bellators under Moth's and Hawk's, they did see each other as allies and are willing to help one another in bad times.

Whiteflower and Cerise were respected greatly as King and Queen respectively, though they had a rough start, trusted to help resolve quarrels and provide their support. Together, King Whiteflower and Queen Cerise laid out the rules and brought forth new ranks and rules, such as the most respected of the wolvfers from either pack may be assigned as part of the High Council to help keep the order, or the strongest of the packs could become a sentinel of the Great Guard under very specific requirements, helpful to keep the Great Land safe from enemies.

With Fierce Grace and The Wayward Virtue Bellators settled, a new pack has been founded in the Great Land titled The Red Bouquet, led special by Whiteflower's and Cerise's rule.

And now...

As the Far-reaching Momentous struggles with food, happiness, and space, the three packs work together to keep up with it all... Doing their best to keep it all from falling apart.

Starting from this half-month forward, they keep up with their records and details on individual wolvfers, meanwhile going through past half-months to finish the records of The Rise of The Rose Red Sun.

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The Wayward Virtue Bellators membership masterlist?

The Red Bouquet membership master list?

The New Age

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Year: 13

Date: July 15th, 2021

Season: Spring, half-month 4

Event: None

...

I'm doing this the day after.

Okay, rollover summary to start this one off!

Survival Changes... Oh gosh darn that's a lot of wolvfers listed. Most of them recieved no change or boost, but Fawl (to be in the Enclave next rollover) got a penalty, no sweat. She didn't die, but she'll probably not survive the Enclave.

Lennon leveled aged up and recieved (from training) 27 stats in speed, 27 agility, and 9 in wisdom! That's 63 stats total, the max :D

Tons of pupsitter gains and loss. My entire pack that's not a hunter, scout, or herbalist is a pupsitter, so. Speaking of pups, I have way too many of those! Like, too many. 60+ wolvfers need to go eventually, because I have 120 slots and the territory is overflowing at 181.

Not good! But I'll deal with it once I start seeing overcrowding warnings.

Hella neglect! Like, 78 and plus more, probably. I'm not counting all those wolvfers. Thankfully, I'm such a pro gamer and used the 1.8 billion IQ of rationing, and even bumped up more than half of the pack to 60 food. Toys are no problem now that I have my wolvfers rescouting, and the tundra unlocked is a blessing 🦋

Oh yeah and Lennon aged up, like I didn't know that already, game summary.

Okay, that's all in the summary.

Fawl was yeeted to the oblivion (possibly could be adopted), sorry to the 1 watcher. 

I want to R&C (just to help the gene pool) my fox eyed T2 girl and my G6 dinar inuit, and whoever else is cute and a good candidate, but damn I hate the wait and having to use my resources.

What else to say...

Hhrmm... Ah, Whiteflower is reaching 300 pups! Not sure how I feel about that, but good on him. Still hasn't thrown me a T3 heir... That's fine not fine... He's like 3 years, I still have time. Hoping for a G2, not that it'd be that valuable by the time I get one, IF I do. Nearly 1k GC for that guy! Why did I do this? I should've sold every darn fox thing I got (before I had even used the recipe for the fox base, which I so luckily got on first, second day of fox being released!) 

Oh, and births! I got likkkeee, 17 pups? I forgot. I'll list them all here probably sometime after this post, maybe after I start off the next day's. (Technicaalllyy, today's)

Might add more, dunno yet (//:

The New Age

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Year: 13

Date: July 15th, 2021

Season: Spring, half-month 4

Event: Lunar Event, half-month 1

...

Finally doing today's entry, woo!

Moth had her last birth today 😔 they so precious! Not the prettiest bunch, but ey, I like 'em.

Decided all puppies fates of whether they'd immediately be booted out of their pack or not come weaning age ×

Umber got bought out, finally! I was just about to yeet her yesterday, too. Funny how that works that I forget to do that and boom, bought the next day. 20 SC worth it? Probably not, but hopefully she'd be useful to her new pack.

Urk, Kelet, Iver, and Kyar left the pack today. Will not be buying back, it is assumed in lore they had died for one reason or another. Ah heck, now to remember who these guys are... Kelet is Red Death's and a dark brown panda stud named Mellow's child. Pup was pretty, but had no takers.

Urkkkk.... No idea who your parents were, bud.

Iver and Kyar were pups of Sweetbriar or Karana. Pretty sure Iver is Karana's son, and Kyar is Sweetbriar's? Dunno, they are sisters tho, so either way they are related. (The mothers)

One of the adopted pups, Karux, experienced a booboo. 

Whilst running around unsupervised, Karux wasn't paying attention and got his paw stuck in a deep bunny tunnel, causing him to trip and injure his leg. He will walk with a limp for a short while, but is otherwise unscathed. For now. Oh no! Karux gained a small injury and suffered -4 HP 

For now - shut up, Wolvferden, he's fine.

Fynix, Resilience, Sunspot, Vjkk and Bloodlust weaned. Sunspot straight to TC 👌 - godda remember to link these lads and lasses later along with other mentioned wolvfers. At least the ones that left and are not deleted, such as Umber.

Wulf the cutie pie became a youngling (otherwise an adolescent) today!

Oh wow just a day after I make this, the devs are like "aight, I'm transforming the breeding project thread into projects and records"

~ In their senior years, Moth and Hawk decide together it is time to put the future forth into the paws of the younger generation. They see Truth, their son of their first litter most fit, promoting him and his mate, Light, to that of leadership.

As for them, they retire to the High Council, nearby to help make important decisions, but also letting the pair do their own thinking for themselves. 

They are so proud of what their pack has become. From landfills, to leadership. They hoped the two would continue their legacy and the true meaning of what created The Wayward Virtue Bellators in the first place. The will to fight for a right to live, and to put a stop to harsh ideals of treating pups like fodder.