Lore, the ghost pup
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 0 years 1 month (Newborn) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Helpful |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 2 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Maltese (0.39%) |
Base Genetics | Cool Medium II |
Eyes | Blue |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Dark |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | Black Cover (21%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | White Snout (71%) |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
[Lore's lore]
You find yourself in the back of the valley, where wolves seem to avoid and veer around. What was here? "Hello there!" A voice suddenly chirps, leaving you to whirl around to face them. It's a pup, no older a few weeks, yet still walking and conversing as any wolf would. "My name is Lore." She giggles, wandering towards you, and it is then that you realise that she leaves no footprints behind. Her gait is unnatural and forced, as though her bones ache to be moved, yet it doesn't stop the pup. "I am dead. I died a looooongggg time ago. BUT! I was cursed. Haha! Sooo.. within the graveyard, anyone with a strong soul can see and hear me." Lore explains, her tail wriggling behind her. "Considering your shocked face, I'm guessing your soul is an absolute uNIT." She chuckles again, dancing around your feet, weaving between your legs. "Want to go on my guided tour? I've been practising! I can tell you about the old dead guys! And gals... and everyone else. Hehe!" Her joints bend and protrude disgustingly as she points at various graves. "Let's gooo!"
[I will also be storing any past introductions to the pack with Lore]
You find yourself in the back of the valley, where wolves seem to avoid and veer around. What was here? "Hello there!" A voice suddenly chirps, leaving you to whirl around to face them. It's a pup, no older a few weeks, yet still walking and conversing as any wolf would. "My name is Lore." She giggles, wandering towards you, and it is then that you realise that she leaves no footprints behind. Her gait is unnatural and forced, as though her bones ache to be moved, yet it doesn't stop the pup. "I am dead. I died a looooongggg time ago. BUT! I was cursed. Haha! Sooo.. within the graveyard, anyone with a strong soul can see and hear me." Lore explains, her tail wriggling behind her. "Considering your shocked face, I'm guessing your soul is an absolute uNIT." She chuckles again, dancing around your feet, weaving between your legs. "Want to go on my guided tour? I've been practising! I can tell you about the old dead guys! And gals... and everyone else. Hehe!" Her joints bend and protrude disgustingly as she points at various graves. "Let's gooo!"
[I will also be storing any past introductions to the pack with Lore]
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