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˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳Destined for greatness. ˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳
˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳ Closer of fates. ˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳

˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳βΩRΠ ΩҒ THΣ Iomene˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳

Chosen Heir: Sarrlosro

Leading since— 2023-07-10 | Retired on— 2024-06-17

Found by the shore cliff side of Chaeremon as a young pup. He was accepted into the pack without hesitation. Though he at times could be a handful he was charming and often got his way with words. Like a son to Phigaleia she took him under her wing and treated him just like how she treated her daughter Heliodora, teaching him all she knew. Heliodora seemed to not take kindly to her mother's attention now being even more divided between her, the pack, and now him.
Being a yearling he found himself wishing to be not just average but above others, his great strength and agility led him to becoming a scout giving him opportunities to see other packlands. With this found passion he found himself more and more fit to be leader rather than his mother he knew Heliodora was fit to take him place then his niece Axiothea, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance unless he challenged as no other leader had ever been outside of Kovdia's bloodline. He changed that but left with many little scars from the fight it was not one that Phigaleia wanted to do but she couldn't just let Harpalos win.
Though the rest of the pack accepted him as new leader Heliodora was obviously hurt worse then he imagined by the death of their mother but would no dare to step up after seeing the what she was up against. Ever since that day the gods have been ever silent and the blood which covered his legs turned tar black. No matter how much he waited in the river Phigaleia's blood stayed forever stained since that day.

The wind as usual here whipped, slashed paws and sides. Ears and eyes. The tall pines before you seemed all to familiar and a small stream which ran through a bank of small rocks and pebbles added to the light mist being pierced by the cast of the sun. You sunk into the misty thickets as a twirled darkwood almost in the shape of gates you once saw in a dream was presented before you. Was it chancer you would see this structure again or had you been led here by something. Whatever it was is simply to irresistible, you approach the gate with light feet and fur on edge. Between you and a window of branches you peer through suddenly a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes gaze wide right back. The figure yelped and the eyes would disappear as they leaped back into the shadowy growth. The sun had not fully hit the bottom of the forest floor and only grazed the branches feet above your head. You cautiously put your snout closer to take in this strangers scent. You could tell it was another wolf and as you smelt the surrounding air you realized there were other wolves with them. A buttery but cold voice rang out from behind the gate from what sounded like a adolescent she-wolf, "Who goes there?!" You heard a couple other adolescent wolves cackle and giggle followed by a pair of brown eyes peering through the branches now. The wolf with brown eyes gasped and stepped back, "Could it be? The visitor Sfalrooco talks about," the same she-wolf's voice rang out once again. You assumed she was the one with the brown eyes. Two others murmured as you stood waiting alertly. Another scent approached along with this strangers voice, you presumed it was theirs anyway as it sounded much more mature compared to that of the wolves you had just been listening to. "Hey leave the gate alone!" They barked, it was not harsh but hoarse voice. And you thought you had seen such deep gray eyes but the ones that looked back at you were not deep in a dark but blindingly bright way. The sun had spilled over reach the gate and all of its small holes. The wolf with gray eyes wore fine dark silver teardrop jewelry. You marveled as it complimented their Nepheline pelt well. "Enough toying with this tired traveler I'm sure they're waiting to be let in," The wolf then walked around into a spot that was covered by the branches too well for you to see them anymore. The gates without a sound or even a creak cleared and the branches fell away for you to see that this thicket in fact ended there and it was like entering another world entirely with the open tundra fields before you. They were not lively and you wondered if it was always that way here but at the same time it was not spring nor summer. You glanced over at the young wolves who had been pestering you as they all looked at you with curiosity. It might've been their first time seeing an outsider. You couldn't be to nice or mean or else they would be too afraid or lack thereof when meeting someone new. The gray wolf invited you in and swiftly the two of you brushed past the group of noisy adolescents. You learned his name is "Mansarcgjo" yes a mouth full it is but you don't speak Snoon so it's expected you butcher the
name quite a few times. He seemed on the older side but his eyes were still young. As you swirled and swerved through the fields to a boulder you would see members of the pack pass by, each gave a polite greeting to you and your guide. As you neared you realized the large black wolf sitting upon that rock was their leader. With a collar of teeth and a sunset body painting adorning his fur. His narrow hazel eyes and facial features furrowed as he caught your gaze. You noticed small cuts up and down his front legs and face. "Who is this?" his voice was like a snake but he did not hiss it only glided and slithered wrapping around the wind. "A traveler, they stood outside our gates clearly clueless and lost." The leader nodded as Mansarcgjo explained. "I hope those young ones didn't torment you too much, I am Aglos Harpalos of Nuadrune," He sat up and you suddenly realized how long his neck was, but he was already quite tall. "Well as long as you are here we will provide you food and a spot to rest, but first let our Noro (herbalist) get you checked out incase you are injured or sick." then with that he turned away as you could hear a wolf in the distance calling the leaders name. You followed Mansarcgjo down the field near the treeline again and down a steep rocky path that led to the Herbalist Hollow.