Fremder | G2 | 🍂
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Keen |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 1128 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Fox (0.62%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Medium III |
| Eyes | Rangifer |
| Skin | Corrupt |
| Nose | Apollo |
| Claws | Conflux |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Patches: Mottled  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Shedua Limbs (61%) |
| Slot 2 | Gold Stained Limbs (61%) |
| Slot 3 | White Urajiro (72%) |
| Slot 4 | Brown Half Stripe (35%) |
| Slot 5 | Cynthia Aurora (83%) |
| Slot 6 | White Inuit Unders (49%) |
| Slot 7 | Red Highlights (42%) |
| Slot 8 | Beige Half Socks (32%) |
| Slot 9 | Gray Inuit Unders (23%) |
| Slot 10 | Gold Paws (37%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 87 | 68 | 56 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 65 | 51 | 327 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waxing Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Autumn |
| Biome | Desert |
Biography
Spent: 25 GC + 2,849 SC
- Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike
- All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham
- Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
- Gilded Lily by Cults
- Digital Silence by Peter McPoland
With the stunning choreography of mutations adorning his majestic body, Fremder stood out as an aberration in the ethereal realm of lineage, one of the first patches in the vast pattern of wolven existence. The virtual mystic who was his mother, Wisp, left him with a legacy that went beyond the commonplace and infused his essence with the unknown.
Wisp is a name steeped in intrigue and history, whispered in the dark winds of folklore. The mother of the story! Fremder received from her not just the magical charm of his altered garment but also an ancestor's voice that linked him to worlds beyond the visible. Wisp was enchanted by the Matchmaker event. The bards say that not long after such an event passed, and with the dawning of spring's thaw and blossoms, Wisp was with child. And of course, that child was the token of her pride and of her joy.
Wisp raised Fremder in the lunar lands where wolf spirits roamed with a wisdom that came from instinct rather than words. As any good mother would, she trained him thoroughly, even before he had been selected as heir. Inside the hallowed walls of their moonlit setting, she spoke the language of the wolves and explained the meaning of survival.
So naturally she also trained Fremder in the silent art of hunting under the silvery moonlight, teaching him how to move with the grace of moonlit shadows and the sharpness of a hunter's sense. She passed on the ancient wisdom that resounded in their ancestors' howls through the dance of nocturnal prowling and the rustling mysteries of the old woods. Wisp's teachings were inscribed not in textbooks but on the wild terrain of adventure. Every day with her son yielded new treasures! Fremder adored every second of activity.
But of course, the high council, as in the elites that were closest to the current leader, took note of how Wisp reared her son so well. By then, they were already taking note of the details. Though the family of two noticed this not. Not yet. So the lessons went on without intervention.
As Wisp revealed the mysteries of nature, a magical link between mother and son developed in intimate moments spent together beneath the sky. She fostered an intuitive sense of the interwoven dance of life by communicating the cyclical rhythms of nature through the fleeting waltz of firefly and the rustling of leaves.
Wisp fashioned Fremder in the protective shade of their lupine sanctuary, not only as a carrier of celestial ancestry but also as a being perfectly tuned to the primordial heartbeat of the wild. Her lessons, conveyed by the quiet beauty of nature, became the strands that woven Fremder's lupine spirit into his entire being.
The elites did not go to them directly, but when they reported their findings to the reigning she-wolf, the little guy's fate was set in stone. Hard, strong, resolved stone. The leader recognized Wisp's extraordinary teachings, Fremder's skill in the silent ballet of the wild, and with a declaration that echoed like an ancient decree, he declared the pup.. heir!
The future leader! That was what the word meant, that was what was explained to the stunned and disbelieving pup.
And such was announced before the entire pack and before a floored, balking Wisp. The naive pupil of Wisp's covert lessons stood at the edge of a fate he could hardly imagine, the weight of destiny slung over his able shoulders. Bathed in the gentle light of the moon, the lupine haven watched the drama play out as the forces of nature united to crown him as the chosen heir to the pack.
The leader's word was law, and one day the pup's word would be law, too.
Embraced by the elite's silent acknowledgment, Fremder, the once-unassuming pup, found himself thrust into the intricate dance of pack leadership. The elite wolves, shadows of authority, took him under their wings, guiding him through the practicalities of his newfound role.
But even in the intricate lupine hierarchy, Fremder's mother Wisp remained his haven. Even though she was no longer his main instructor, her influence continued to accompany him on his journey. Her hushed words of support floated through the rustling leaves, a gentle reminder that her lessons were the source of his strength and wisdom.
While the top wolves taught Fremder the practical side of leadership, Wisp, in all her ghostly beauty, became her emotional compass. Her soft murmurs resonated through the moonlit nights, bolstering his resolve and stroking his inner courage when he was feeling doubtful.
There were difficulties along the way to turn their heir, a confused pup, to the future leader of the pack. The elite group of wolves tried their hardest though, and they never held back.
The moon waxed and waned to correspond with the changing of the seasons and Fremder's own steady ascent through the elaborate web of lupine society. He developed into a lupine leader under the guidance of the elite wolves, his once-timid steps now exuding a quiet confidence.
Once an intimidating prospect, discussions among the pack soon became a familiar place for Fremder. Appointed to participate in strategic discussions, he assumed the leadership responsibilities with a cool head. The elite wolves saw potential in him and sought his advice; despite his youth, Fremder assumed responsibility with a grace that belied his years.
Among the crowds gathered under the moonlight canopy, Fremder's anxieties and nerves fell silent. His wolf instincts, sharpened by Wisp's lessons and the sage advice of the elite, saw him through pack dynamics' ups and downs. Though there were worries in the quiet corners of his steady heart, he maintained a resilient exterior, unwilling to show off the weaknesses that were woven throughout his mind.
It ate at him, but he tried not to care.
However, a grounded story emerged amidst the echoes of his duties and expectations within the bustling pack, one that had always expected a great deal from their lineage of rulers: there was someone who looked at Fremder now as future king, but as.. as a lovely soul. He was looked upon fondly by the eyes of ExorĂa, the partner whose presence would weave his own destiny with that of fate. Fremder found comfort in the sacred silence of their union—a companion to bear the burdens that had been placed on his shoulders since he was a puppy. He was shaped by fate from the beginning, with the demands of leadership engraved in his spirit like old runes.
The fondness in ExorĂa's eyes, pools of warmth reflecting the moonlit nights, overshadowed the weight of legacy and rule. She saw Fremder in the quiet moments that were snatched away from the cacophony of leadership talks, not as the heir with burdens carved into his spirit but rather as a beautiful soul, a kindred spirit negotiating the delicate complexities of existence.
Sacred and unspoken, their union became a haven from the duties that weighed down Fremder's shoulders like a thick mantle. In the moonlit peace of their moments together, ExorĂa developed into more than just a confidante and a friend to carry the burden that fate had woven into Fremder's destiny since he was a puppy.
Amidst the shadows of responsibility, love emerged as a soft force that.. could calm him. "Be yourself, my love," was what she begged of him. It was all she asked of him; who was he to refuse her love? A love that was blessed by the elites, even as demanding as they were. And Wisp gained a daughter-in-law so wondrous that she was moved to tears, glad her son had a confidante in another soul.
Shaped by the demands of leadership and fate, Fremder found in ExorĂa a place where strength and vulnerability could coexist. Their love story became the heartbeat that echoed through the lupine realm; it was not a grand saga written in bold strokes, but rather a subtle melody sung in whispers and shared glances.
Together, they made their way through the maze of expectations, taking solace in the comprehension that went beyond expressed language. ExorĂa's love turned into a soft current that trickled beneath the surface of Fremder's duties, a constant reminder that beneath the responsibilities of ruling there was a world where their souls entwined, unburdened by the weight of ancient runes and the echoes of demands from leadership.
There are also similarities between Fremder and the wolves who came before him as the story of the moonlit legend is told. He is connected to Pluto through a celestial affinity that goes beyond bloodlines. As the leader throughout this magnificent parade, the one who shall be replaced by the chosen prince once his time had stopped, Vrýo cast his shadow over Fremder's story, forging a connection that spanned the vastness of their shared life.
When the time for his kingship began..
The stories say that the pack never did see a King as great as him! Married to a goddess, no less! Haha!
Art
By #6409
By #5192
By #128166 of him and ExorĂa
_______________
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! White Neck Band was applied in slot 1!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Gold Paws was applied in slot 10!
- Your chosen wolf blinks, as its pupils turn into horizontal slits. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
- Your chosen wolf sips the colourful ichor and lies down, suddenly exhausted. Their nap is long, and the dream they had was life-changing, to say the least.
- Your chosen wolf feels something covering their skin slowly, like a creeping unnatural growth. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
- You used the Marking Removal! White Neck Band was removed from slot 1!
- You used the Marking Removal! Beige Blaze was removed from slot 2!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Shedua Limbs was applied in slot 1!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Gold Stained Limbs was applied in slot 2!
- Your wolf's fur breaks up as new, black fur takes over. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
Birth: Strength 87 || Speed 68 || Agility 56 || Wisdom 65 || Smarts 51 ||| Total: 327
Lvl 1: Strength 119 || Speed 75 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 75 ||| Total 405
Lvl 2: Strength 121 || Speed 76 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 76 ||| Total 409
Lvl 3: Strength 124 || Speed 78 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 77 ||| Total 415
Lvl 4: Strength 128 || Speed 80 || Agility 64 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 78 ||| Total 423
Lvl 5: Strength 132 || Speed 81 || Agility 68 || Wisdom 74 || Smarts 79 ||| Total 434
Lvl 10: Strength 165 ||Speed 92 || Agility 101 || Wisdom 83 || Smarts 93 ||| Total 534
Lvl 15: Strength 219 ||Speed 106 || Agility 151 || Wisdom 96 || Smarts 121 ||| Total 693
Lvl 20:
- Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike
- All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham
- Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
- Gilded Lily by Cults
- Digital Silence by Peter McPoland
With the stunning choreography of mutations adorning his majestic body, Fremder stood out as an aberration in the ethereal realm of lineage, one of the first patches in the vast pattern of wolven existence. The virtual mystic who was his mother, Wisp, left him with a legacy that went beyond the commonplace and infused his essence with the unknown.
Wisp is a name steeped in intrigue and history, whispered in the dark winds of folklore. The mother of the story! Fremder received from her not just the magical charm of his altered garment but also an ancestor's voice that linked him to worlds beyond the visible. Wisp was enchanted by the Matchmaker event. The bards say that not long after such an event passed, and with the dawning of spring's thaw and blossoms, Wisp was with child. And of course, that child was the token of her pride and of her joy.
Wisp raised Fremder in the lunar lands where wolf spirits roamed with a wisdom that came from instinct rather than words. As any good mother would, she trained him thoroughly, even before he had been selected as heir. Inside the hallowed walls of their moonlit setting, she spoke the language of the wolves and explained the meaning of survival.
So naturally she also trained Fremder in the silent art of hunting under the silvery moonlight, teaching him how to move with the grace of moonlit shadows and the sharpness of a hunter's sense. She passed on the ancient wisdom that resounded in their ancestors' howls through the dance of nocturnal prowling and the rustling mysteries of the old woods. Wisp's teachings were inscribed not in textbooks but on the wild terrain of adventure. Every day with her son yielded new treasures! Fremder adored every second of activity.
But of course, the high council, as in the elites that were closest to the current leader, took note of how Wisp reared her son so well. By then, they were already taking note of the details. Though the family of two noticed this not. Not yet. So the lessons went on without intervention.
As Wisp revealed the mysteries of nature, a magical link between mother and son developed in intimate moments spent together beneath the sky. She fostered an intuitive sense of the interwoven dance of life by communicating the cyclical rhythms of nature through the fleeting waltz of firefly and the rustling of leaves.
Wisp fashioned Fremder in the protective shade of their lupine sanctuary, not only as a carrier of celestial ancestry but also as a being perfectly tuned to the primordial heartbeat of the wild. Her lessons, conveyed by the quiet beauty of nature, became the strands that woven Fremder's lupine spirit into his entire being.
The elites did not go to them directly, but when they reported their findings to the reigning she-wolf, the little guy's fate was set in stone. Hard, strong, resolved stone. The leader recognized Wisp's extraordinary teachings, Fremder's skill in the silent ballet of the wild, and with a declaration that echoed like an ancient decree, he declared the pup.. heir!
The future leader! That was what the word meant, that was what was explained to the stunned and disbelieving pup.
And such was announced before the entire pack and before a floored, balking Wisp. The naive pupil of Wisp's covert lessons stood at the edge of a fate he could hardly imagine, the weight of destiny slung over his able shoulders. Bathed in the gentle light of the moon, the lupine haven watched the drama play out as the forces of nature united to crown him as the chosen heir to the pack.
The leader's word was law, and one day the pup's word would be law, too.
Embraced by the elite's silent acknowledgment, Fremder, the once-unassuming pup, found himself thrust into the intricate dance of pack leadership. The elite wolves, shadows of authority, took him under their wings, guiding him through the practicalities of his newfound role.
But even in the intricate lupine hierarchy, Fremder's mother Wisp remained his haven. Even though she was no longer his main instructor, her influence continued to accompany him on his journey. Her hushed words of support floated through the rustling leaves, a gentle reminder that her lessons were the source of his strength and wisdom.
While the top wolves taught Fremder the practical side of leadership, Wisp, in all her ghostly beauty, became her emotional compass. Her soft murmurs resonated through the moonlit nights, bolstering his resolve and stroking his inner courage when he was feeling doubtful.
There were difficulties along the way to turn their heir, a confused pup, to the future leader of the pack. The elite group of wolves tried their hardest though, and they never held back.
The moon waxed and waned to correspond with the changing of the seasons and Fremder's own steady ascent through the elaborate web of lupine society. He developed into a lupine leader under the guidance of the elite wolves, his once-timid steps now exuding a quiet confidence.
Once an intimidating prospect, discussions among the pack soon became a familiar place for Fremder. Appointed to participate in strategic discussions, he assumed the leadership responsibilities with a cool head. The elite wolves saw potential in him and sought his advice; despite his youth, Fremder assumed responsibility with a grace that belied his years.
Among the crowds gathered under the moonlight canopy, Fremder's anxieties and nerves fell silent. His wolf instincts, sharpened by Wisp's lessons and the sage advice of the elite, saw him through pack dynamics' ups and downs. Though there were worries in the quiet corners of his steady heart, he maintained a resilient exterior, unwilling to show off the weaknesses that were woven throughout his mind.
It ate at him, but he tried not to care.
However, a grounded story emerged amidst the echoes of his duties and expectations within the bustling pack, one that had always expected a great deal from their lineage of rulers: there was someone who looked at Fremder now as future king, but as.. as a lovely soul. He was looked upon fondly by the eyes of ExorĂa, the partner whose presence would weave his own destiny with that of fate. Fremder found comfort in the sacred silence of their union—a companion to bear the burdens that had been placed on his shoulders since he was a puppy. He was shaped by fate from the beginning, with the demands of leadership engraved in his spirit like old runes.
The fondness in ExorĂa's eyes, pools of warmth reflecting the moonlit nights, overshadowed the weight of legacy and rule. She saw Fremder in the quiet moments that were snatched away from the cacophony of leadership talks, not as the heir with burdens carved into his spirit but rather as a beautiful soul, a kindred spirit negotiating the delicate complexities of existence.
Sacred and unspoken, their union became a haven from the duties that weighed down Fremder's shoulders like a thick mantle. In the moonlit peace of their moments together, ExorĂa developed into more than just a confidante and a friend to carry the burden that fate had woven into Fremder's destiny since he was a puppy.
Amidst the shadows of responsibility, love emerged as a soft force that.. could calm him. "Be yourself, my love," was what she begged of him. It was all she asked of him; who was he to refuse her love? A love that was blessed by the elites, even as demanding as they were. And Wisp gained a daughter-in-law so wondrous that she was moved to tears, glad her son had a confidante in another soul.
Shaped by the demands of leadership and fate, Fremder found in ExorĂa a place where strength and vulnerability could coexist. Their love story became the heartbeat that echoed through the lupine realm; it was not a grand saga written in bold strokes, but rather a subtle melody sung in whispers and shared glances.
Together, they made their way through the maze of expectations, taking solace in the comprehension that went beyond expressed language. ExorĂa's love turned into a soft current that trickled beneath the surface of Fremder's duties, a constant reminder that beneath the responsibilities of ruling there was a world where their souls entwined, unburdened by the weight of ancient runes and the echoes of demands from leadership.
There are also similarities between Fremder and the wolves who came before him as the story of the moonlit legend is told. He is connected to Pluto through a celestial affinity that goes beyond bloodlines. As the leader throughout this magnificent parade, the one who shall be replaced by the chosen prince once his time had stopped, Vrýo cast his shadow over Fremder's story, forging a connection that spanned the vastness of their shared life.
When the time for his kingship began..
The stories say that the pack never did see a King as great as him! Married to a goddess, no less! Haha!
Art
By #6409
By #5192
By #128166 of him and ExorĂa
_______________
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! White Neck Band was applied in slot 1!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Gold Paws was applied in slot 10!
- Your chosen wolf blinks, as its pupils turn into horizontal slits. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
- Your chosen wolf sips the colourful ichor and lies down, suddenly exhausted. Their nap is long, and the dream they had was life-changing, to say the least.
- Your chosen wolf feels something covering their skin slowly, like a creeping unnatural growth. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
- You used the Marking Removal! White Neck Band was removed from slot 1!
- You used the Marking Removal! Beige Blaze was removed from slot 2!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Shedua Limbs was applied in slot 1!
- You have used up the RMA - check out the results! Gold Stained Limbs was applied in slot 2!
- Your wolf's fur breaks up as new, black fur takes over. Go and see Fremder (#8476228)!
Birth: Strength 87 || Speed 68 || Agility 56 || Wisdom 65 || Smarts 51 ||| Total: 327
Lvl 1: Strength 119 || Speed 75 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 75 ||| Total 405
Lvl 2: Strength 121 || Speed 76 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 76 ||| Total 409
Lvl 3: Strength 124 || Speed 78 || Agility 63 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 77 ||| Total 415
Lvl 4: Strength 128 || Speed 80 || Agility 64 || Wisdom 73 || Smarts 78 ||| Total 423
Lvl 5: Strength 132 || Speed 81 || Agility 68 || Wisdom 74 || Smarts 79 ||| Total 434
Lvl 10: Strength 165 ||Speed 92 || Agility 101 || Wisdom 83 || Smarts 93 ||| Total 534
Lvl 15: Strength 219 ||Speed 106 || Agility 151 || Wisdom 96 || Smarts 121 ||| Total 693
Lvl 20:
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Background
Annular Solar Eclipse over Patagonia4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Dark Crow Skull Necklace3 uses left
Crow Foot Earring3 uses left
Daydream Lighting (Wolf)9 uses left
Scattered Rocks4 uses left
Lunar Flora Horns4 uses left
Cryptid Fangs2 uses left
Arctic White1 use left
Below
None equipped!