-SR-71 BlackBird
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Pessimistic |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 959 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Caribou (0.22%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium III |
| Eyes | Clay |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Umbral |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Patches: Mottled  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Motherly |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Silver Cape (100%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Shadow (100%) |
| Slot 3 | White Shimmer (100%) |
| Slot 4 | Umbra Blight (90%) |
| Slot 5 | Abomination Pulse (100%) |
| Slot 6 | Black Patchy Unders (100%) |
| Slot 7 | Black Predator (100%) |
| Slot 8 | Black Snout (65%) |
| Slot 9 | White Orca (100%) |
| Slot 10 | White Trim (100%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
On a sunny summers day on the taiga this guy couldn't resist the smell of aniseed!!
"My name is a bit of a mouthful isn't it? That's alright, you can just call me Simon."
Simon's entry to Forbidden Clan was painful, to say the least, but now that he's here and comfortable he enjoys it! He's both, scout, hunter, and stud? Perfect!
While on patrol one afternoon a distant gunshot ran out, and the cry of a fellow wolf sounded out. With a snarl, Marauder bound forward. He could see the hunter now, a weapon aimed at something struggling to stand. Two quick strides forward, his fangs locked around the human's arm. The resulting gunshot dazed him, his ears ringing but he held his grip, the bones in the arm of this frail creature grinding together. Something glinted in the human's other hand, but Marauder was too dazed to recognize danger. He didn't have to though, as the wolf whom he hadn't even taken a glance at, managed to get ahold of this human's throat. Once downed they dispatched the human quickly.
Both stood panting, Marauder shaking his head to clear his ringing ears, while the other male collapsed with a pained whine. Shaking himself Marauder approached carefully, and assessed the other's wounds, before throwing his head back and howling for his medic. Quickly, and thankfully his medic was out hunting for herbs nearby, responded to his howl, and started to make her way to their supplies in mouth.
"My clan's medic is on the way, lets both just sit for a bit alright friend?"
"Yeah.. sure... Just gonna sit then," it was more of a flop as if the other male's strings had been cut.
His wounds didn't seem too bad, but then again, he'd seen others with the same small wounds that had ended up dead within minutes. Those small balls of fire were disastrous. Marauder started forward to lick at the wounds but was stopped by a snarl, and his albino medic burst from the trees, a basket of herbs in her mouth.
"Don't you touch that," she barked, shouldering her leader to the side.
She gave him a quick look over before sighing, the ball of fire had gone straight through missing vitals. Patching both entry and exit wounds, and slowly urged the male to his paws, letting him drop the majority of his weight onto her. With that, the three of them started back to the safety of their hidden den sight.
Once the Mottled male with strange markings was rested, he introduced himself with an even stranger name, "SR-71 BlackBird. Though I suppose that's a mouthful. If you want, y'all can just call me Simon."
When Simon became leader, he felt the need to tear through any enemy he came across within his territory. He wasn't as big or as powerful as the past leaders had been. For now, he felt he had something to prove to those that dared set foot within their territory.
"My name is a bit of a mouthful isn't it? That's alright, you can just call me Simon."
Simon's entry to Forbidden Clan was painful, to say the least, but now that he's here and comfortable he enjoys it! He's both, scout, hunter, and stud? Perfect!
While on patrol one afternoon a distant gunshot ran out, and the cry of a fellow wolf sounded out. With a snarl, Marauder bound forward. He could see the hunter now, a weapon aimed at something struggling to stand. Two quick strides forward, his fangs locked around the human's arm. The resulting gunshot dazed him, his ears ringing but he held his grip, the bones in the arm of this frail creature grinding together. Something glinted in the human's other hand, but Marauder was too dazed to recognize danger. He didn't have to though, as the wolf whom he hadn't even taken a glance at, managed to get ahold of this human's throat. Once downed they dispatched the human quickly.
Both stood panting, Marauder shaking his head to clear his ringing ears, while the other male collapsed with a pained whine. Shaking himself Marauder approached carefully, and assessed the other's wounds, before throwing his head back and howling for his medic. Quickly, and thankfully his medic was out hunting for herbs nearby, responded to his howl, and started to make her way to their supplies in mouth.
"My clan's medic is on the way, lets both just sit for a bit alright friend?"
"Yeah.. sure... Just gonna sit then," it was more of a flop as if the other male's strings had been cut.
His wounds didn't seem too bad, but then again, he'd seen others with the same small wounds that had ended up dead within minutes. Those small balls of fire were disastrous. Marauder started forward to lick at the wounds but was stopped by a snarl, and his albino medic burst from the trees, a basket of herbs in her mouth.
"Don't you touch that," she barked, shouldering her leader to the side.
She gave him a quick look over before sighing, the ball of fire had gone straight through missing vitals. Patching both entry and exit wounds, and slowly urged the male to his paws, letting him drop the majority of his weight onto her. With that, the three of them started back to the safety of their hidden den sight.
Once the Mottled male with strange markings was rested, he introduced himself with an even stranger name, "SR-71 BlackBird. Though I suppose that's a mouthful. If you want, y'all can just call me Simon."
When Simon became leader, he felt the need to tear through any enemy he came across within his territory. He wasn't as big or as powerful as the past leaders had been. For now, he felt he had something to prove to those that dared set foot within their territory.