Kreature
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Fair |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
Pups Bred | 7 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Clover (0.15%) |
Base Genetics | Special Medium * |
Eyes | Fae |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Bistre |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | Brown Blanket Ticking (69%) |
Slot 3 | Black Blanket Ticking (100%) |
Slot 4 | Black Predator (38%) |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Black Wraith (44%) |
Slot 8 | Black Limbs (72%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | Aspen Undercoat (76%) |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
62 | 52 | 47 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
67 | 73 | 301 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Waning Crescent Moon |
Season | Spring |
Biome | Mountains |
Biography
A strangely unsettling young wolf who is working to establish herself as a herbalist
When she was born the air felt heavy in Floodhaven. The rest of the litter was stillborn, leaving only one sickly looking pup squirming in the middle of the whole mess. Her survival was unexpected, and most of the pack felt as if it were some kind of strange omen of misfortune. There was just something off about her, and it unsettled them. The wolves here were used to strangeness, though most of them had come to view Fellworm as a sanctuary, and Kreature served as a reminder that they were not immune to the cruelty of their world. Kreature herself seemed to be either unaware or at least unbothered.
Still, when her own mother grew cold towards her it stung, though she refused to show it. Instead Kreature made herself at home in The Pit. With her staying down there out of sight a sense of relief was restored amongst her packmates, and she actually found herself quite happy there. Something about the air there suited her.
YWH by Lilith #98063
When she was born the air felt heavy in Floodhaven. The rest of the litter was stillborn, leaving only one sickly looking pup squirming in the middle of the whole mess. Her survival was unexpected, and most of the pack felt as if it were some kind of strange omen of misfortune. There was just something off about her, and it unsettled them. The wolves here were used to strangeness, though most of them had come to view Fellworm as a sanctuary, and Kreature served as a reminder that they were not immune to the cruelty of their world. Kreature herself seemed to be either unaware or at least unbothered.
Still, when her own mother grew cold towards her it stung, though she refused to show it. Instead Kreature made herself at home in The Pit. With her staying down there out of sight a sense of relief was restored amongst her packmates, and she actually found herself quite happy there. Something about the air there suited her.
YWH by Lilith #98063