Eclipse
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 0 years 5½ months (Puppy) |
Sex | Female Runt |
Personality | Confident |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 11 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Obsidian (0.56%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark II |
Eyes | Ice |
Skin | Lusxnei |
Nose | Lusxnei |
Claws | Lusxnei |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Sterling Shaded (17%) |
Slot 2 | Luna Inverted Cross (49%) |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Black Blanket Ticking (15%) |
Slot 8 | White Carnage (17%) |
Slot 9 | Losna Shepherd Heavy (58%) |
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
It was cold, she knew it was cold. Where had her mother and father gone? Where did everywolf go? The snow had long since made her pads go numb and the flurries clouded her vision. A tired whine slipped past her maw as she stumbled into yet another snowdrift. Her legs wobbled, struggling to push through the white powder to no avail. She collapsed; the cold biting into her short fur.
"Breeze over here!"
Muffled voices dully caught her attention, and while she couldn't deny the slight wag of her tail she found herself unable to get up. Why wouldn't her legs listen?
"Oh dear..."
"Breeze I don't think-"
"Quiet! Let the little one rest."
Soft warmth settled around her, grey fur surrounding her vision. Her flank was gingerly nudged into this warmth, not that she was complaining. A tongue lapped over her head, suggesting she was safe here and when her eyes grew heavy she found she wasn't afraid.
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"Breeze over here!"
Muffled voices dully caught her attention, and while she couldn't deny the slight wag of her tail she found herself unable to get up. Why wouldn't her legs listen?
"Oh dear..."
"Breeze I don't think-"
"Quiet! Let the little one rest."
Soft warmth settled around her, grey fur surrounding her vision. Her flank was gingerly nudged into this warmth, not that she was complaining. A tongue lapped over her head, suggesting she was safe here and when her eyes grew heavy she found she wasn't afraid.
𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂
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