Meles meles🐿
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Combative |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
Pups Bred | 18 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Badger (0.44%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Medium III |
Eyes | White |
Skin | Lusxnei |
Nose | Lusxnei |
Claws | Lusxnei |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Annwn Veneer (42%) |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | Deira Tamaskan Unders (45%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | Black Wings Scarce (35%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | White Tamaskan Unders (49%) |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
62 | 79 | 88 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
62 | 68 | 359 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Waning Crescent Moon |
Season | Spring |
Biome | Desert |
Biography
Meles meles was unlike any other wolf in the pack. From the moment she emerged into the world, she displayed a fierce determination and an unyielding will that set her apart from her brethren. Her coat, a patchwork of dark browns and grays reminiscent of the badger's own markings, served as a warning to any who dared to challenge her.
As she grew, so too did her reputation as a hunter and a warrior. Meles meles prowled the forest with a predatory grace, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows for signs of prey. And when she found her quarry, she would strike with lightning speed and deadly precision, her powerful jaws closing around the throat of her victim with a ferocity that left no room for doubt.
But it was not just her skill as a hunter that earned Meles meles respect among her packmates; it was her fierce loyalty and unwavering determination to protect those she loved. When rival packs encroached upon their territory, she would be the first to rise to the challenge, her combative spirit driving her to defend her home with all the strength and ferocity of a cornered badger.
Yet, despite her formidable reputation and her combative personality, Meles meles possessed a softer side that few ever saw. In the quiet moments between hunts and battles, she would retreat to the solitude of the forest, her keen senses attuned to the gentle rhythms of nature. And when the moon rose high in the night sky, she would howl with a haunting melody that spoke of longing and loss, her voice echoing through the darkness like a lament for the wild creatures who had come before her.
One moonlit night, as Meles meles and her pack ventured deep into the heart of the forest, they stumbled upon a lone wolf cub, orphaned and alone in the underbrush. Without hesitation, Meles meles took the young pup under her wing, raising him as her own and teaching him the ways of the wild. And as the seasons passed and the cub grew into a strong and confident wolf, he would look upon Meles meles with eyes filled with gratitude, knowing that he owed his life and his happiness to her fierce protection and unwavering love.
Word of Meles meles's deeds spread far and wide, earning her a reputation as a legend among wolves. No longer was she just a she-wolf with a combative personality and a badger-like coat; she was a symbol of strength, courage, and loyalty, a fierce guardian of the wilderness who would stop at nothing to protect those she held dear.
And though her days as a hunter and a warrior were filled with challenges and trials, Meles meles faced them all with a determination and a ferocity that left no room for doubt. For in the heart of the wilderness, where the earth was rich with the scent of pine and the underbrush crackled beneath the paws of prowling predators, there was magic to be found in every howl, every pawprint, and every beat of a wolf's brave and noble heart.