Walla
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 3 years 11½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female |
| Personality | Precise |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 95 |
| Pups Bred | 7 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Sepia (0.35%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Dark II |
| Eyes | Olive |
| Skin | Oxblood |
| Nose | Oxblood |
| Claws | Bistre |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Black Half Mask (48%) |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | Honey Undersides (88%) |
| Slot 5 | Black Mantle (73%) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | White Nose Bridge (85%) |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | White Underfur (83%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
April 25th, 2022
Born in Spring of Year 3 during a rain shower. The only remaining offspring of former Lead Wolves Ita and Bernd, she is the primary heir to the Wastelanders Pack, although her position has been denied by Lead Wolf Sandor. A crass and witty she-wolf, she has no fear when standing up to other wolves, which has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. Though, after the loss of her mother and sister, and more recently, her father, her behavior has become diluted and tame.
April 28th, 2022 [DIARY 1]
"Papa Bernd saw me catch a leaf- he was so proud of me! Scout Arda has been teaching me how to hunt, since mama has been busy...She is one weird wolf! She smells sorta funny, like Creo's herbs...I think he said she was diseas-ed. I don't know what that means. My sister, Fle, has been ignoring me lately...I think she's getting ready for her proposal or something...Well, I don't care! I'll be the best Eye of the Swift in the whole pack- I don't need to get married!"
May 1st, 2022 [DIARY 2]
"Heno and I had the funniest hunting lesson today, with papa Bernd! He taught us the basics, he said, which means that it was super easy. Heno pretended to be the prey, and I got to hunt him with papa- we ended up scaring him so bad, he fell into a goldenseal thicket! He cried, and I felt sorta guilty...But then I told him all about goldenseal, like the stuff Creo taught me about!"
May 21st, 2022 [DIARY 3]
"Dear Divine One, I miss my sister greatly...Though I see her in the territory near every day, I feel as though each passing moon pushes us further apart! Sandor keeps her hidden away in their den, while he leads the pack...I have spoken to father about him, and he always says the same thing..."Leaders can rule apart, or they can rule together. I am afraid your sister does not have the strength to do the latter"...How can he say such things about his own daughter, Divine One! Some nights, I think about killing that sour fool, Sandor...He isn't even worth the fur on his backside!"
May 28th, 2022 [DIARY 4]
"That...That wretched Sandor! He's changed all our laws, cast out four of our best hunters, and harmed his own son! My poor nephew, Endin...His eye is wounded, and Creo makes claims that it will never heal correctly enough for him to see out of it again. I...I have it in my right mind to leave, but I cannot abandon my sister...She is so weak, as if she is still recovering from the birth of her pups. Her eyes conceal a fiery anger deep within her, but I believe Sandor snuffs out that flame with every word he speaks...Divine Unut, this reign of tyranny must end, but...I fear it is only just getting started."
June 1st, 2022 [DIARY 5]
"Sweet...Divine One...My pup is finally here. I have never seen Heno this excited, or this...Willing to lend a paw. Pione, we've named him, and he looks like he could be a clone of my father!...How lineages work will never cease to surprise me...Ah, I'm very tired, Swift Unut. Tired of many things...Your name is but a whisper now, no wolf is allowed to utter it, especially not around Lead Wolf Sandor. He has caught me in a time of weakness...Asked me to swear, as my sister swore, to give up our faith to you. Did you know she is already expecting pups again...? Dear Divine One..."
June 7th, 2022 [DIARY 6]
"That cruel wolf! That cruel Sandor! My sister is dead, and not before her will was broken and the excitement drained from her eyes. My sweet sister, Fle! We all are mourning you...No wolf in the pack, save for Kils and his follies, is without a frown on their muzzle...And what's worse, in our fragile time, Sandor has used your death as leverage! It should be me who leads now, not him. Heno heckles me for wanting to approach Sandor about this...He seems worried, for my safety. But-- I'll be saying something, Sweet Moon! I don't have to speak to show that cruel creature my opinion of him! Oh, my dear sister..."
June 18th, 2022 [DIARY 7]
"The joy I feel from being accepted into the scouts, is matched by the grief I have over the death of my father...At least, in contrast to my dear Fle's death, his was expected. He was aging...His time was sooner than not. I pray that...That Divine Unut watches over him. Oh, I may pay for saying that!...But, that does not matter anymore. I...Can worship whoever I choose. No wolf can tell me otherwise."
June 25th, 2022 [DIARY 8]
"My heart only continues to break, here...Though I have given birth to my first daughter, sweet Ippo, the litter was small yet again. Both she and Pione are single litters, raising concern with Healer Creo...He believes my body struggles to thrive whenever I am with pups. Ah, Sweet Moon...And my dearest Heno...I simply awoke one night, and he was gone! He has yet to return to me, although Sandor claims he never will...I am too tired to accuse him of his disappearance. I am too tired, in general, soft Moon. For now, I'll just lie here, and let my eyes rest..."
July 11th, 2022 [STORY 1]
It was dawn. The Great Sun was just beginning to rise above the lilting dunes to the East, ready to lay His tireless eyes on the Wastelanders as they beset themselves upon His daily tasks. Like loyal dogs, they perform these chores, eager to please Him as much they do the Sweet Moon who mothers them in a period of rest. Walla, a shadow of her former self, lays pressed against the wall of her den as she eyes the pups who prance and play wistfully at the nursery just across from her. Their cheers and hurrahs bring a small smile to her muzzle, although it quickly disappears as Lead Wolf Sandor approaches her, his eyes giving away as much emotion as her rigid figure.
"You lie here again and again, every day, Walla," he says with a snort through his nose, his lips pulled tightly and his jaws parted ever so slightly as though not to give himself away. She knew this stance...Like he could attack at any moment. She was nothing more to him than an object in his way, and she knew this; she had always known this. As she looked up at him, she drew her lips back, revealing the pearly white fangs underneath that threatened him should he get any closer. "I can lie as much as I'd like to," she finally responds, through jagged teeth, her muzzle wrinkling as a snarl forms deep between her brows.
Sandor seems to pull away for a moment, smirking. His pelt bristles, and for a moment Walla even considers it to be out of fear. I know better, she thinks to herself, keeping her eyes pinned to the Lead Wolf as she slowly rises to her paws. And, as though triggered by the movememt, Sandor springs. A foul stench of blood rises in the air almost immediately, spilling across the den floor as he catches the side of her face in his jaws, pulling, tearing at fur and skin as though desperate for the taste of flesh.
With a sharp yelp, Walla flops to the ground, pulling Sandor down with her. She aims her rear legs at his stomach, pummeling him as he repositions himself to get a better bite at her neck. As soon as he pulls away, teeth meet with teeth, as she lunges forward and knocks muzzles with his. Hazily, she stands, staggered as she throws herself at him, grabbing the thick skin of his shoulder in her teeth and tearing with whatever might she has left. "And a liar you are!" Sandor suddenly roars, whipping to the side and grabbing her by the ruff of her neck, throwing her to the ground. Before she can retort, she catches sight of Kils and Gren behind him, her expression faltering. "You're a cruel creature, Sandor," she growls, "And that creature is no wolf."
Lead Wolf Sandor steadies himself, eyeing her with an almost unique expression, one she is incapable of reading. "You will leave this pack, Walla. Before this next fall," he says sharply, turning from her, fearing the she-wolf so little that he is comfortable enough to show her his flank. "If you stay, you will be killed."
"I look forward to it," she mutters in response, her pelt prickling with anger. As the pain begins to seep in from her bite wounds, she lets out a pained whine, rising slowly to her aching paws. I don't even know how to tell Creo about this...
Born in Spring of Year 3 during a rain shower. The only remaining offspring of former Lead Wolves Ita and Bernd, she is the primary heir to the Wastelanders Pack, although her position has been denied by Lead Wolf Sandor. A crass and witty she-wolf, she has no fear when standing up to other wolves, which has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. Though, after the loss of her mother and sister, and more recently, her father, her behavior has become diluted and tame.
April 28th, 2022 [DIARY 1]
"Papa Bernd saw me catch a leaf- he was so proud of me! Scout Arda has been teaching me how to hunt, since mama has been busy...She is one weird wolf! She smells sorta funny, like Creo's herbs...I think he said she was diseas-ed. I don't know what that means. My sister, Fle, has been ignoring me lately...I think she's getting ready for her proposal or something...Well, I don't care! I'll be the best Eye of the Swift in the whole pack- I don't need to get married!"
May 1st, 2022 [DIARY 2]
"Heno and I had the funniest hunting lesson today, with papa Bernd! He taught us the basics, he said, which means that it was super easy. Heno pretended to be the prey, and I got to hunt him with papa- we ended up scaring him so bad, he fell into a goldenseal thicket! He cried, and I felt sorta guilty...But then I told him all about goldenseal, like the stuff Creo taught me about!"
May 21st, 2022 [DIARY 3]
"Dear Divine One, I miss my sister greatly...Though I see her in the territory near every day, I feel as though each passing moon pushes us further apart! Sandor keeps her hidden away in their den, while he leads the pack...I have spoken to father about him, and he always says the same thing..."Leaders can rule apart, or they can rule together. I am afraid your sister does not have the strength to do the latter"...How can he say such things about his own daughter, Divine One! Some nights, I think about killing that sour fool, Sandor...He isn't even worth the fur on his backside!"
May 28th, 2022 [DIARY 4]
"That...That wretched Sandor! He's changed all our laws, cast out four of our best hunters, and harmed his own son! My poor nephew, Endin...His eye is wounded, and Creo makes claims that it will never heal correctly enough for him to see out of it again. I...I have it in my right mind to leave, but I cannot abandon my sister...She is so weak, as if she is still recovering from the birth of her pups. Her eyes conceal a fiery anger deep within her, but I believe Sandor snuffs out that flame with every word he speaks...Divine Unut, this reign of tyranny must end, but...I fear it is only just getting started."
June 1st, 2022 [DIARY 5]
"Sweet...Divine One...My pup is finally here. I have never seen Heno this excited, or this...Willing to lend a paw. Pione, we've named him, and he looks like he could be a clone of my father!...How lineages work will never cease to surprise me...Ah, I'm very tired, Swift Unut. Tired of many things...Your name is but a whisper now, no wolf is allowed to utter it, especially not around Lead Wolf Sandor. He has caught me in a time of weakness...Asked me to swear, as my sister swore, to give up our faith to you. Did you know she is already expecting pups again...? Dear Divine One..."
June 7th, 2022 [DIARY 6]
"That cruel wolf! That cruel Sandor! My sister is dead, and not before her will was broken and the excitement drained from her eyes. My sweet sister, Fle! We all are mourning you...No wolf in the pack, save for Kils and his follies, is without a frown on their muzzle...And what's worse, in our fragile time, Sandor has used your death as leverage! It should be me who leads now, not him. Heno heckles me for wanting to approach Sandor about this...He seems worried, for my safety. But-- I'll be saying something, Sweet Moon! I don't have to speak to show that cruel creature my opinion of him! Oh, my dear sister..."
June 18th, 2022 [DIARY 7]
"The joy I feel from being accepted into the scouts, is matched by the grief I have over the death of my father...At least, in contrast to my dear Fle's death, his was expected. He was aging...His time was sooner than not. I pray that...That Divine Unut watches over him. Oh, I may pay for saying that!...But, that does not matter anymore. I...Can worship whoever I choose. No wolf can tell me otherwise."
June 25th, 2022 [DIARY 8]
"My heart only continues to break, here...Though I have given birth to my first daughter, sweet Ippo, the litter was small yet again. Both she and Pione are single litters, raising concern with Healer Creo...He believes my body struggles to thrive whenever I am with pups. Ah, Sweet Moon...And my dearest Heno...I simply awoke one night, and he was gone! He has yet to return to me, although Sandor claims he never will...I am too tired to accuse him of his disappearance. I am too tired, in general, soft Moon. For now, I'll just lie here, and let my eyes rest..."
July 11th, 2022 [STORY 1]
It was dawn. The Great Sun was just beginning to rise above the lilting dunes to the East, ready to lay His tireless eyes on the Wastelanders as they beset themselves upon His daily tasks. Like loyal dogs, they perform these chores, eager to please Him as much they do the Sweet Moon who mothers them in a period of rest. Walla, a shadow of her former self, lays pressed against the wall of her den as she eyes the pups who prance and play wistfully at the nursery just across from her. Their cheers and hurrahs bring a small smile to her muzzle, although it quickly disappears as Lead Wolf Sandor approaches her, his eyes giving away as much emotion as her rigid figure.
"You lie here again and again, every day, Walla," he says with a snort through his nose, his lips pulled tightly and his jaws parted ever so slightly as though not to give himself away. She knew this stance...Like he could attack at any moment. She was nothing more to him than an object in his way, and she knew this; she had always known this. As she looked up at him, she drew her lips back, revealing the pearly white fangs underneath that threatened him should he get any closer. "I can lie as much as I'd like to," she finally responds, through jagged teeth, her muzzle wrinkling as a snarl forms deep between her brows.
Sandor seems to pull away for a moment, smirking. His pelt bristles, and for a moment Walla even considers it to be out of fear. I know better, she thinks to herself, keeping her eyes pinned to the Lead Wolf as she slowly rises to her paws. And, as though triggered by the movememt, Sandor springs. A foul stench of blood rises in the air almost immediately, spilling across the den floor as he catches the side of her face in his jaws, pulling, tearing at fur and skin as though desperate for the taste of flesh.
With a sharp yelp, Walla flops to the ground, pulling Sandor down with her. She aims her rear legs at his stomach, pummeling him as he repositions himself to get a better bite at her neck. As soon as he pulls away, teeth meet with teeth, as she lunges forward and knocks muzzles with his. Hazily, she stands, staggered as she throws herself at him, grabbing the thick skin of his shoulder in her teeth and tearing with whatever might she has left. "And a liar you are!" Sandor suddenly roars, whipping to the side and grabbing her by the ruff of her neck, throwing her to the ground. Before she can retort, she catches sight of Kils and Gren behind him, her expression faltering. "You're a cruel creature, Sandor," she growls, "And that creature is no wolf."
Lead Wolf Sandor steadies himself, eyeing her with an almost unique expression, one she is incapable of reading. "You will leave this pack, Walla. Before this next fall," he says sharply, turning from her, fearing the she-wolf so little that he is comfortable enough to show her his flank. "If you stay, you will be killed."
"I look forward to it," she mutters in response, her pelt prickling with anger. As the pain begins to seep in from her bite wounds, she lets out a pained whine, rising slowly to her aching paws. I don't even know how to tell Creo about this...
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