The Crimson Crown Hounds
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Symbol Key:Aggressive โธ= Malicious, Arrogant, Bossy, Obnoxious, Combatative, Sarcastic, Conceited, Selfish, Impulsive, Vulgar
Stoic โช= Aloof, Pessimistic, Anxious, Quiet, Dishonest, Sneaky, Independent, Sullen, Neutral, Independent
Romantic โฏ= Capable, Imaginative, Charming, Keen, Confident, Precise, Dedicated, Trusting, Reliable, Dutiful
Friendly โ = Adventurous, Lazy, Amiable, Ombervant, Fair, Optimistic, Helpful, Scatterbrained, Humble, Sociable
Mutie/Carrier= โฃ
Bonded= โ
Heir= โ
Training:
Stalker= Smarts+Wisdom
Chaser= Speed+Agility
Finisher= Strength+Anything!
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Daily Checklist:
- Complete Melvin Missions
- Complete Snake Quests
- Feed/play with ALL wolves to at least 80%mood+80%hunger
- Train ALL pups
- Check for any heats
General:
- Have a primarily T3/T* den โ
- Most pack members below G5 โ
- Breed first lethal mutation X
- Have at least 1 of every secondary mutation X
- Melanism X
- Hereditary Cataracts: X
- Spontaneous Blindness: X
Patches:
- Mottled: X
- Split: 4
Piebald:
- Biewer: 2
- Frontal: 1
- Torn: 2
- Uneven:
- Breed a T3/T* mutie X
- Breed first T3 โ Pyrope
- Breed first T* โ Antumbra
- Level up ANY wolf to lvl 20 X
- Have a mutie stud โ Aether
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- Mothers are always to be prioritized after hunting teams return.- The nursery must always have at least 2 protectors stationed outside of the cove.
- From the age that pups are weaned from mothers up until they reach the age of 1 years old they are to be trained daily.
- If and when the King/Queen bares pups they are top priority within the cove.
- In line to the throne shall be the youngest heir of the King/Queen that shows the skill/urge to takeover the pack once the previous leader joins the Beyond.
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In the heart of Crescentwood Forest, where the air hummed with the ancient whispers of the trees and the earth felt alive beneath padded paws, three wolves forged a pathโtheir eyes set on destiny. The dense foliage surrounded them, a tapestry of thick emerald ferns and vibrant wildflowers, while towering ancient trees loomed overhead, their limbs intertwining like old friends. It was here in this enchanted grove that the trio sought to establish a new home for the Crimson Crown Hounds, a pack bound by loyalty and ambition.Ezequiel, the handsome young he wolf, led the small expedition with a confidence that shone like the sun's rays breaking through the canopy. His fur, a striking amber embellished with hues of caramel and hints of black, glistened against the filtered sunlight as he navigated the lush terrain. His amber eyes, flecked with gold, scanned their surroundings, both vigilant and hopeful. It was not just territory they sought; it was the promise of a new beginning.
Following closely behind were Metis and Nemesis, two formidable she wolves whose companionship fortified Ezequiel's spirit. Metis, sleek and monochrome, moved gracefully as she flitted through the underbrush. The gray tones of her fur melded into the shadows while her brilliant orange eyes glinted like fiery embers, reflecting her sharp intellect and keen intuition. She had a strategic mind, invaluable in their journey toward the crimson crystal cavern rumored to dwell in the core of Mount Glory.
On the other side trod Nemesis, heavy-set yet eloquent in her demeanor. Her deep gray fur glowed softly with hints of blue and silver, a unique contrast to the vibrant foliage. The mesmerizing silvery-white of her eyes held a calm confidence, and though she had a sturdy build, there was an agility within her that spoke of her formidable strength. Nemesis was instinctual and fiercely protective, and as they walked, her presence brought a sense of rootedness to their small group. Together, their insecurities danced with determination, fusing into a quest greater than each of them alone.
As they maneuvered through the dense forest, tales of the crimson crystal cavern thrummed between them. It was said that once a pack claimed the cavern, the crystal within would bless the wolves with unparalleled strength and wisdom. But only the worthy could find it.
As midday approached, they emerged into a clearing, and the mountain loomed high above them, its rugged surface cloaked in vibrant vines that cascaded like natural drapery. Waterfalls glittered down its sheer face, sending off mists that sparkled in the sun, creating rainbows in the air with every step they took.
"This is it! The heart of the forest," Ezequiel declared, eyes alight with wonder. "Can you feel that? The pulse of this place is strong."
"Shall we rest?" Metis suggested, her voice a soft rustle between the leaves. "We've traversed quite a distance."
"I can feel it," Ezequiel replied, his tone unwavering, "we're close. I can taste the air thickening with magic."
"Ezequiel, that might just be the forest's aroma," Nemesis teased lightly, but there was comfort in her laughter, an unbreakable bond. "Let's press on if you feel it."
The trio continued, their determination driving them through the dense labyrinth of trees and underbrush until they found themselves at the foot of Mount Glory, its majestic peak reaching greedily for the sky. Within it were countless caves, and they could hear the distant roar of rushing waterfalls cascading, a siren call beckoning them forward.
They climbed in silence, the path steep and treacherous, but with every step, their bond grew stronger, an unspoken understanding passing between them. As the sun began to dip behind the horizon, casting an amber glow across the rugged mountain face, they reached a narrow ledge. Below them, they glimpsed an entrance shimmering with ethereal light, the coveted crimson crystal cavern.
"Look!" Metis exclaimed, her orange eyes wide with wonder. "There it is!"
It pulsed in rhythm with their hearts, the cavern itself glowing with rich hues of red, as though the very essence of life had bled into the earth. Ezequiel lead them closer, awe mingling with excitement. They had found it together.
But instinctively, they halted at the entrance, sensing a shift in the air. A sense of foreboding emanated from within, echoes of a past filled with trials and tribulations.
"Stay alert," Ezequiel barked, his voice serious. He moved ahead, nostrils flaring to catch the shifting scents that danced within the cavern. The last flickers of daylight faded as they stepped into the cavern, surrounded by the pulsing brilliance of the crystal formations. They glistened, their surfaces slick and smooth, catching the light in mesmerizing patterns.
Suddenly, shadows flickered, and a chill slithered down Ezequiel's spine. Figures emerged from the depths, four wolves as ancient as the stones themselves, guardians of the crystal and the territory they sought to claim. Their eyes glimmered with wisdom and power, shimmering like the stars enveloped in the night sky.
"Who dares enter the sanctuary of the Crimson Crystal?" their leader growled, voice deep and commanding, echoing ominously within the cavern.
Ezequiel stepped forward, brimming with courage. "We seek to awaken the legacy of the Crimson Crown Hounds, to protect and honor this territory, this gift."
"The crystal chooses its own," the elder replied, narrowing his gaze on the trio. "Prove your worth, for only then will the pack prevail."
With a shared glance and affirming nod, Ezequiel, Metis, and Nemesis understood that this was more than a test of strength; it would be a challenge of their unity, their trust in one another, and their commitment to the pack.
As the elder wolf began the trials, the cavern erupted in brilliance, fusing their destinies into the fabric of the forest, binding them to the power of the crimson crystal. The air crackled with magic as their spirits intertwined, each step reverberating with the promise of what was to come: a home of their own, built on loyalty, courage, and the blooming essence of friendship.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Ezequiel, Metis, and Nemesis exchanged resolute glances, each of them aware of their destiny unfolding within the heart of Mount Glory. Here, in this magnificent forest where dreams intertwined with the essence of the wild, they would establish a legacy that would live on in the echoes of the ancient trees and the flowing waters.
Together, they would carve their destiny, chased by moonlight, guided by the spirits of the forest. A new chapter awaited, and the tale of the Crimson Crown Hounds had just begun.
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