Arid, the Suntouched
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 5 years 8 months (Adult) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Independent |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 136 |
Pups Bred | 23 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Seal (0.18%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Dark III |
Eyes | Yellow |
Skin | Brown |
Nose | Oxblood |
Claws | Brown |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | Yellow Dilution (35%) |
Slot 3 | Black Mantle (75%) |
Slot 4 | White Tail Tip (80%) |
Slot 5 | Luna Inverted Cross (1%) |
Slot 6 | Beige Tamaskan Unders (40%) |
Slot 7 | Black Cheek Fluff (100%) |
Slot 8 | Yellow Light Husky (20%) |
Slot 9 | White Trim (78%) |
Slot 10 | White Eyebrows (80%) |
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
She who touched the sun, and in return was blessed.
There are very few things she remembers from the pack Arid was born in. It could be from the Scorching, or perhaps she simply remembers little of her youth. Among what little she does remember, a pair of deep indigo eyes linger. Who their owner was, she cannot recall. Yet, she has a feeling that whoever they may be is--or was, for that matter--family to her.
Arid wandered off at a young age-far too young. She was set on exploring the place she was named after. Those dry high deserts tugged at the seams of her heart as her paws padded across the dusty earth. And she walked, and walked, and walked. She walked until her paw pads were scraped and her tongue was thick in her mouth. She walked until her fur hung ragged on her bony, half-grown frame. What little hunting experience she had was near useless with the odd prey that pranced across the open deserts. She walked until she couldn't anymore, and that was when she touched the sun.
She collapsed in the red dirt, chest heaving. Her tongue was thick and swollen between her teeth, burning with every heaving breath. Sharp needles of pain rippled through her half-grown body as her eyes burned with the dehydration and red-hot dust that seemed to cover everything in a fine layer. Arid lost her consciousness, the heat around her fading to the black that lingered behind her eyes. Something came over her then, something Arid is left to attribute to that who burns bright in the sky. The she-wolf can't explain what she saw, she never will be able to. What she can say, though, was that she was given the strength to lift her tattered frame up, and follow the sun toward water. It was hidden amongst the rocks, upwind of her. Arid never would have found it without help.
Now, she prays devoutly much like the kin she can not longer remember.
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Arid's rise to leader of Apricus was gentle, much like the Suntouched herself. Soft-spoken, thoughtful, and slow to anger she reigns, in stark opposition to her fiery Warden.
HI ARE YOU ALREADY LUCKY ILY
guarana count: 1
Became lead in year 13 @1ish
Canon pups:
Helion
Aelia
There are very few things she remembers from the pack Arid was born in. It could be from the Scorching, or perhaps she simply remembers little of her youth. Among what little she does remember, a pair of deep indigo eyes linger. Who their owner was, she cannot recall. Yet, she has a feeling that whoever they may be is--or was, for that matter--family to her.
Arid wandered off at a young age-far too young. She was set on exploring the place she was named after. Those dry high deserts tugged at the seams of her heart as her paws padded across the dusty earth. And she walked, and walked, and walked. She walked until her paw pads were scraped and her tongue was thick in her mouth. She walked until her fur hung ragged on her bony, half-grown frame. What little hunting experience she had was near useless with the odd prey that pranced across the open deserts. She walked until she couldn't anymore, and that was when she touched the sun.
She collapsed in the red dirt, chest heaving. Her tongue was thick and swollen between her teeth, burning with every heaving breath. Sharp needles of pain rippled through her half-grown body as her eyes burned with the dehydration and red-hot dust that seemed to cover everything in a fine layer. Arid lost her consciousness, the heat around her fading to the black that lingered behind her eyes. Something came over her then, something Arid is left to attribute to that who burns bright in the sky. The she-wolf can't explain what she saw, she never will be able to. What she can say, though, was that she was given the strength to lift her tattered frame up, and follow the sun toward water. It was hidden amongst the rocks, upwind of her. Arid never would have found it without help.
Now, she prays devoutly much like the kin she can not longer remember.
--
Arid's rise to leader of Apricus was gentle, much like the Suntouched herself. Soft-spoken, thoughtful, and slow to anger she reigns, in stark opposition to her fiery Warden.
HI ARE YOU ALREADY LUCKY ILY
guarana count: 1
Became lead in year 13 @1ish
Canon pups:
Helion
Aelia