𝔈𝔷𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔩

Level	19
Strength	167
Speed	113
Agility	164
Wisdom	95
Smarts	106
Total	645

Family

Dynasty

Last Details
Death Age	8 years 0 months (Elder)
Sex	Male
Personality	Precise

Breeding Records
Death Age in Rollovers	192
Pups Bred	7 pups bred

Looks
Base	Amber (1.91%)
Base Genetics	Warm Dark I
Eyes	Clay
Skin	Black
Nose	Oxblood
Claws	Oxblood
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	Unknown
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	Brown Butcher (100%)
Slot 2	Black Saddle Ticking (60%)
Slot 3	Black Agouti (80%)
Slot 4	Cream Tuxedo (100%)
Slot 5	Brown Undercoat (100%)
Slot 6	Aspen Light Husky (70%)
Slot 7	Aspen Medium Husky (100%)
Slot 8	Cedar Back Heavy Patch (50%)
Slot 9	Honey Gentle Unders (50%)
Slot 10	Honey Patchy Unders (65%)

Birth Stats
Strength	Speed	Agility
Unknown	Unknown	Unknown
Wisdom	Smarts	Total
Unknown	Unknown	Unknown

Birth Information
Moon	Unknown
Season	Unknown
Biome	Unknown

Biography

Name
King of the gods and the god of the sky

Lore
Beneath the tangled branches of the ancient wood, where moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, three figures huddled together on a rocky outcrop. The air was thick with sorrow and the scent of damp earth; the faint sounds of their fallen pack echoed like ghosts amidst the whispering leaves. Ezequiel, a striking young he-wolf with sleek amber fur, turned his amber gold-flecked eyes towards the heart of the forest, where shadows danced and the cries of their pack mates faded into echoes.

"Why did this happen?" Metis whimpered, her monochrome silver-grey fur shimmering faintly in the moonlight, orange eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. She was young, with the world still fresh in her mind, but the brutality of their night was too much to comprehend. The last they had seen of their family was a whirlwind of fur and the mournful howls that sent shivers down their spines.

"Because fate is cruel," Nemesis replied, her heavy-set frame quivering with each breath. The young she-wolf sported a stark monochrome grey and blue pelt, her shimmering silver eyes lingering on the shadows of the forest, as if searching for some sign of their lost companions. "We are the last—fate spared us."

Ezequiel couldn't shake the tremor in his chest. He had always been a troublemaker, the wolf who took risks and ignited laughter, but this night was unlike any adventure. It was a grim tale woven in despair. "We must find a way to survive," he finally said, unsteady yet resolute. "We can't let their last howls be in vain."

Together they descended into the thick wood, their paws soft against the loamy earth. Fallen trees crisscrossed their path, twisted and broken like the remnants of their once harmonious pack. The wildlife, usually vibrant and lively, seemed to mourn alongside them, as if the forest itself shared in their despair. Owl calls pierced the air, resonating like a dirge for those who had been lost.

As they navigated through the maze of tangled underbrush, Ezequiel felt the weight of their absence. They could almost hear the laughter of their pack mates, the playful howls that brightened the darkest nights. "The caves," Metis suggested suddenly, voice quivering with a flicker of hope. "They'll protect us from harm."

Nemesis nodded, her instincts sharp. "Caves provide shelter. We need to gather strength before we can confront what lies ahead."

With resolve, they pressed on, reaching a cluster of caves hidden beneath a ravine, their mouths gaping wide and dark, like the solemn embrace of the earth itself. Even here, the weight of loss settled heavily upon them like the fog that clung to the trees.

Inside the largest cave, they huddled together, the cool stone a stark contrast to the warmth of their fur. "What if they come for us?" Metis whispered, her voice breaking. "What if we're next?"

Ezequiel leaned closer, wrapping a protective flank around her. "If they come, we'll face them as a pack—together. We are the last of our kind, and we must honor their memory by living."

Hours melted into silence, and the shadows danced around them, but still the howls rang in their ears. Yet in the depths of that cave, a flicker of determination ignited within their hearts. They were not just remnants of former glory; they were a new beginning, three wolves bound by fate, ready to forge their own path in a cruel world.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the first light spilled into the cave, illuminating their determined faces. With a shared resolve, Ezequiel, Metis, and Nemesis emerged, ready to carve their place in the world—a world bereft of their pack but filled with the promise of fierce loyalty and unbreakable bonds. Their howls would rise once more, a symphony of strength against the silence of their sorrow.
Chased

- Osiris: Iridium T3 Horizon Eyed Mom: Nemesis- Status not yet found

- Athena: Slate T3 Orange Eyed Mom: Metis Status- Found and renamed Anera

- Zephyrus: Realger T3 Black Eyed Mom: Notus Status- Found

- Euros: Corundum T3 Black Eyed Mom: Notus Status- Found, reclaimed, sex changed and renamed Chione

- Nemesis: Iridium T3 White Eyed: Status- Found and reclaimed <3 Nemesis 21/7

- Dalia: Grulla T3 White Eyed g6 when chased: Status- Found and reclaimed Dalia7/24

- Hekate: Oroide T2 10 M G4 when chased Mom: Circe Status- Found and reclaimed Hekate

- Tyche: Caribou T3 Husky Eyed G4 when chased Mom: Artemis Status- Not found