Black-Lotus Pack

Notes For Future Me

Feb 1st.

- Start of Matchmaker event | First time participating
- Rollover daily for full event participation + LUNAR EVENT on 21st of Feb

What I WAS Doing

- Leveling up all wolves in G1 den (especially T3s) and then breeding them on their last day of heat to level them up as much as possible.
- Sending out all 4 hunting parties until empty.
- Deciding whether to chase all current hunting wolves (besides G1s) and revamp pack into mostly NBW/low gen wolves.
- Retiring Charlize and making her son, Atreides, the new lead.
- Training adols in the pup cave according to their footnotes, training puppies in pup cave according to their highest stats
- Breeding Arsgoetia and g2 mel carrier for first packbred mutations.
- Creating trades in TC every day or so and selling 100x uses of food for 350 sc/1 gc.
- Exploring every day to befriend as many chased wolves as possible

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A thick haze of fog blanketed the clearing, so thick that even the moonlight found it tiresome to shine through. Tall, foreboding pine trees served their silent vigil all around this quaint place turned mysterious and unnerving underneath a starless empyrean. Long tendrils of grass ensnared my stiff legs, an unspoken meaning behind their coy beckoning. What was once graceful, perhaps even methodical, was now laborious. The frigid, unkind air drew the air out of my lungs with impatience and it seemed all that stood in my way now only existed to draw a silver lining to this longheld life of mine. Was it truly that time, already? It feels like just yesterday... I was shaking in my paws as the burden of responsibility was placed upon my youthful shoulders.

In the center of this peaceful little meadow not very far away from the place I called home, I intended to draw my last breath.

All things that live must, eventually, come to an end. But did that mean I had to burden the hearts and minds of those closest to me amid this dark inevitability? Certainly not. Especially not my son. My boy. So young, hardly even halfway grown into himself, yet he will be expected to lead a life very similar to my own. I'm not even sure how he feels about it. We hardly speak, as if we both cannot bring ourselves to utter the words we both know will hurt each other most.

I steadily lifted my creaking body onto a large, smooth stone lying in the center of this quiet place. Ever since I could remember, I've come here to clear my mind. With only the trees and the stars watching me, I could find the answer even to the most complex and troubling problems. In times of need, I would rest my weary head here. Communing with nothing, yet... Everything at the same time. Amidst a deep, slumbering rest, I could feel a soft, ethereal presence dancing just beyond my heavy eyelids. Just like now, as I lowered my body against the cool stone and allowed myself to slip away. My worried body growing still and cold. Motionless among the dancing grass.

Voices whispered with an even haste just beyond this darkness I welcomely embraced. Yet, as much as I tried to run towards them, I found myself being beckoned by something I could not refuse. Something so beguiling that my paws began moving toward it before I even realized. A bright light shone just beyond, and as I ran towards it without question, I found myself weighed down by guilt. But... Why? I could not remember anything other than this unbreakable desire to become enveloped by this warmth, so why this apprehension? I slowed as I reached the threshold between this abyssal world and one full of light, emanating a comforting warmth that threaded through my thick fur, licking against aged limbs that seemed almost rejuvenated by its overflowing energy.

Ah... That's right. My ears slowly began to flatten as the image of those unique, tri-colored eyes seemed to gaze stoicly through my own as if splitting them with a sharp stone. I did not get to say goodbye... Did I? The aged lines hidden by thin veils of fur tugged at my eyes and a sorrowful expression soured my excitement to adventure beyond. You will be fine, won't you? After all, you're surrounded by those who have laid down their lives in exchange for my own, time and time again.

With a heavy heart, I cleared my mind and looked ahead. The chains which coiled around my every torn and tired muscle slowly evaporated as if they never existed. And suddenly... The heaviness subsided like sand between one's paws, and I didn't find it so very hard to take that first step into this bright, warm future.

~. Final Memoir of Charlize, founder of the Black Lotus Pack and mother to Atreides.