Ashmoon
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Dutiful |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 121 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Selene (0.09%) |
Base Genetics | Special Light * |
Eyes | Yellow |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Black Shepherd (85%) |
Slot 2 | Black Blanket (85%) |
Slot 3 | Black Tail Tip (100%) |
Slot 4 | Black Full Rump (81%) |
Slot 5 | Black Agouti (66%) |
Slot 6 | Black Limbs (100%) |
Slot 7 | White Ear Tips (61%) |
Slot 8 | Black Tail Tip (87%) |
Slot 9 | White Blaze (100%) |
Slot 10 | White Predator (100%) |
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
His duties weigh heavily on his shoulders. Not that the rest of the pack can see it. He keeps his fears to himself, a picture of calm around the others. What he can’t keep to himself, he keeps to the woods. In bites to the throats of his enemies and howls to the moon, he sings his grief and his fear to the woods.
No one knows, except for his own daughter, Nightstalk. One of two puppies, the only one who survived that brutal first winter. They’d lost many adults, too, leaving the territory vulnerable and unguarded. Before the ground had fully thawed, Ashmoon was taking his young daughter on daily patrols. She learned to fight and stalk, how to glide over the forest floor and leap on the backs of unweary beasts. Long nights faded into long days, and the hunters came home bearing meat more often than not. Slowly, the hollow spaces between their bones began to fill with fat and muscle. Nightstalk never seemed to reach her full size, her small stature and dark coat lending more form to shadow than to wolf, but she proved herself to be no less of a guardian for it. Nowadays she’s old enough to patrol alone, helping her father and Ghosthowl protect their boarders.
Ashmoon's Den Intro:
It's happened again. You've slipped, strangely, into the land of dreams. It's not as foreign as it was at first, but no less magical. As you walk through the undergrowth, you catch the scent of other wolves. You follow the scent and, eventually, you spot them through the trees ahead of you. A whole pack of mundane looking wolves, resting peacefully in the moonlit clearing ahead.
Without warning, the heavy body of another wolf lands on top of you, the impact forcing the air from your lungs and pushing your muzzle into the dirt. The wolf growls in your ear, his voice low and threatening. "You mind yourself around my pack, whelp. Or I'll feed your body to the buzzards."
He releases you, just like that. He slips back into the bushes towards his pack, ears angled back towards you. You notice a clear blue tint to his fur and, looking past him at the others, you see spots and patches of blue on them as well. Not so ordinary after all. It seems living here is having an effect on their bodies.Future scry:
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