PAST LEADs

THE EVERLASTING KING, HEXUS Clover , Charming, 1st Lead) : A hellish , 8 eyed green wolf with blood stained coat, he was born a protector and a warrior. Not yet ready nor predisposed to lead, the pack began with a rocky start and a failure to precure proper heirs and lineages that would carry the pack's name on. Instead his focus was to feed, house, and protect all those who sought relief. The 1st Queen had passed and another, Neptune, took her place at Hexus' side. She valued his visions of utopia, and did what she could to ensure the utmost safety while he was away. This status would reward her, and what children she had without Hexus, a life of royalty. Often busy exploring the lands and killing anything that came within his territory, he had little time to make litters, and only has a handful of grand-offspring who carry his name. The king died from an unknown illness that he had hidden for quite some time. In his dying days, he appointed an unknown man of unknown origins to take over his place as king. This would become a nightmare for all involved, especially Lost Born Woodson, an heir of Hexus' that returned home too late to claim his throne.

THE LUNAR KING, DIMANTE (Cocoa Turq Double Merle, Precise, 2nd Lead) : Eerily a man emerges who's face is always illuminated by the moon's bloody golden light, his ribs cast a ghastly blue flame, he looks unreal. Not there at all yet those hollow eyes follow you ; he appears more ready than any other to take the reins, and he does so sternly. He begins by killing the pups who don't bare his aesthetic, who won't live up to their parents' shadows, and all those who were once lost are shooed from the pack. Many wolves who had been born under the Everlasting King found the new lead to be callous, aloof, and cruel in his nature; going against everything the pack had stood for. To boot, he was never elected in but simply unable to be beaten back. The granddaughter of Hexus, Dimante's Queen, Neso had a beautiful teal color to her coat , her sweet demeanor offset his horrid ideals. If it were not for her the pack should surely rebel against the forced pairings, dead children, and cold hatred that hung in the air. Dimante demanded the most out of everyone, no one lived a free life in the pack. The light from his moon is growing dimmer, when he speaks his voice sounds hoarse, the scars plaguing his skin are beginning to turn black. The beloved Queen Neso has died , the Lunar King looks weaker each day, it is only a matter of time before the other wolves scramble for the power vacuum.

RECENT LEADs

THE GOLDEN SON, Seisinto (Tombac Merle, Charming, 3rd Lead) A young golden heir arrived, though his ties to royalty are lacking, he was raised by the sage elders who wanted a better life for the next generations. voted into leadership, Seisento was already a dedicated, and empathetic ruler. Krovosdes, the Lunar Stag, was one who took over the pack by force, killing the Golden Son, Seisinto in his old age and weak state. The golden king had taken in the merle fox with warmth, and for no reason but his own kindness, he was broken by the spine.

THE LUNAR STAG, Krovosdes (Fox Merle, Charming, 4th Lead) The mistrust that bled through the pack was rampant, tensions were high, many wolves had left in protest. For those who left the days stopped passing, their brains fogged with heavy depression as the sun never seemed to return. Those who stayed, witnessed the abnormality of their newfound leader; one who could hunt amongst the stars, who could control the night sky. In his presence, animals would flock to his display, struck and fixated. Hunting became quite easy when the food came to the territory, unaware and vulnerable. With each passing day he easily fits within the cracks of the vagabonds. Those who had left , returned to live under his chilled moonlit allure. The Lunar Stag leaves their minds fragmented when they're in proximity to him, yet they cannot help but return to the light, hungry for more hope.

LORD OF SMOKE, Sigaar: (Badger, Pessimistic, 5th Lead) They say when a wildfire appears, he is what is left behind. Stalking amongst the dead and blackened trees. Every print he leaves is made in ash. Every breath he gives is coated in smoke. No one can touch him, for if they do he will disappear. A mighty dragon, living amongst the wolves. One can only reach the lord of smoke with a whisper in the night, a wish, a prayer. At first he was quite unwilling to be approached by a wolf pack in desperate need of a new leader, their nightly prayers ringing in his ears. The loss of their protector, a semi-beast, by the name of Bahamut, had died in his slumber. When his last breath ceased their anxieties rose and the whispers began, ❝who will protect us now? Shall we seek council with another champion?❝ since then, Sigaar was always able to hear their wishes. Yet, he was content with his den, gold, and meat being claimed by himself alone. Eager to keep his Peace of mind, though it was futile. Grand offers of blood, sacrifice, and admiration ran through his head as they prayed at night, ❝whoever shall help us, we offer you everything.❝ their cries said. Sigaar appeared to offer the vagabonds his protection, rolling upon their encampment like a thick fog, leaving them short of breath.So long as they always offered their loyalty he would be there to watch over them, bonds with adragon are not broken so easily. An offspring of his blood must take over once he is dead or else a terrible curse will befall this place...