/👑 Cassowary 👑\
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Humble |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 14 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Caramel (2.45%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Dark I |
Eyes | Yellow |
Skin | Dark Brown |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Black Shepherd (80%) |
Slot 2 | White Tail Tip (100%) |
Slot 3 | Honey Dilution (40%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
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
[after death]
You're within the graveyard, and on the highest pedestals stand large willows, where stones surround the lands. Your fur bristles slightly as you clamber higher up the stones, finding a large boulder is present, carved to show the distinct shape of a grave. Who's grave was this and why so far? "Cassowary," Lore hums pleasantly, answering your unspoken question, shivering at a chill that washes over you. "The greatest leader a wolf could've asked for, and a founder of a peaceful utopia." It has you frowning deeply, and you remain their for a moment longer. Eventually, the cold bites your heels enough to have you departing, leaving the gravestone behind. Lore follows, yet she is seemingly unbothered by the cold. Can cursed-zombie-ghost-pup things even feel the cold? You want to ask Lore, but decide against it, in case she takes offense.
[Before death]
Your paws are aching from your travels, and the staggering leaps it had taken to wander into the small valley, your gaze sweeping over the vicinity awkwardly. There are wolves everywhere, seemingly uncaring to your presence within the depths of the pack. Suddenly, a brown she-wolf approaches you, a calm smile taking up her pleasant features, "Hello, I do hope Cardinal gave you no trouble." She says with a wag of her tail, settling her weight onto her haunches. The hospitality here is... unnerving in comparison to the more standoffish packs you've been to. "My name is Cassowary. I suppose you could say I'm the leader here, however I hold myself to the point that all wolves here are equal." Cassowary dips her crown once, flattening her ears against the crevices of her skull. "I made this place to be a sanctuary for wolves seeking refuge; be it pregnant females, pups or injured wolves, I wish everyone to be safe here. Stay as long as you'd like, however try not to disturb the peace." There is a lingering warning under the she-wolf's tone, warning you not to overstep and break these light regulations set out. You nod in confirmation, causing Cassowary to lift herself once more, before departing with a friendly smile.Â
You're within the graveyard, and on the highest pedestals stand large willows, where stones surround the lands. Your fur bristles slightly as you clamber higher up the stones, finding a large boulder is present, carved to show the distinct shape of a grave. Who's grave was this and why so far? "Cassowary," Lore hums pleasantly, answering your unspoken question, shivering at a chill that washes over you. "The greatest leader a wolf could've asked for, and a founder of a peaceful utopia." It has you frowning deeply, and you remain their for a moment longer. Eventually, the cold bites your heels enough to have you departing, leaving the gravestone behind. Lore follows, yet she is seemingly unbothered by the cold. Can cursed-zombie-ghost-pup things even feel the cold? You want to ask Lore, but decide against it, in case she takes offense.
[Before death]
Your paws are aching from your travels, and the staggering leaps it had taken to wander into the small valley, your gaze sweeping over the vicinity awkwardly. There are wolves everywhere, seemingly uncaring to your presence within the depths of the pack. Suddenly, a brown she-wolf approaches you, a calm smile taking up her pleasant features, "Hello, I do hope Cardinal gave you no trouble." She says with a wag of her tail, settling her weight onto her haunches. The hospitality here is... unnerving in comparison to the more standoffish packs you've been to. "My name is Cassowary. I suppose you could say I'm the leader here, however I hold myself to the point that all wolves here are equal." Cassowary dips her crown once, flattening her ears against the crevices of her skull. "I made this place to be a sanctuary for wolves seeking refuge; be it pregnant females, pups or injured wolves, I wish everyone to be safe here. Stay as long as you'd like, however try not to disturb the peace." There is a lingering warning under the she-wolf's tone, warning you not to overstep and break these light regulations set out. You nod in confirmation, causing Cassowary to lift herself once more, before departing with a friendly smile.Â
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