Solemnmoon

To-do:
-Strength training Done!
-Speed training Done!

Materials Needed:
-Sex changer 1/1 Applied!
-Marking removal 1/1
-Marking opacity changer 2/4
-Marking applicator 4/4
-Losna base applicator 1/1
-Losna marking applicator 2/2
-Lusxnei claws, nose, and skin applicators 3/3
-Lumino eye applicator 1/1
-Selene marking applicator 1/1
-Moonlight marking applicator 2/2



Born with 223 total stats.
STR 45, SPD 50, AGL 43, WIS 43, SMR 42

309 stats at level 5.
STR 78, SPD 85, AGL 50, WIS 44, SMR 52

402 stats at level 10.
STR 108, SPD 107, AGL 64, WIS 57, SMR 66

566 stats at level 15.
STR 154, SPD 156, AGL 79, WIS 81, SMR 96

773 stats at level 20.
STR 212, SPD 206, AGL 106, WIS 113, SMR 136

Original den intro:
You've been walking for hours. This pack's territory is large, spanning dense forests and unforgiving mountain peaks. You're aware of this pack, but don't know them well. They're secretive, and wary of strangers. You, however, have been invited here.

You can smell them now, you're close. As you pick your way up the mountainside, the pines give way to a massive, towering oak. It's roots wind down into the cliff side behind it, securing it against the winds. A den opens up between them, and you sense an elaborate cave system has been dug between the roots. This ridge is lively and active. Wolves come and go, hunters drag a carcass into view while puppies wrestle, their pupsitters laying in the sun nearby, chatting idly. Several paces away, a large flat rock juts out from the cliff's edge. Three wolves rest upon it. Two females, their coloration bright and their eyes sharp. And him. He's young, surely not yet out of his adolescence. Still, even from here you can feel him. He practically thrums with lunar energy. His coat is dark and ripples with deep purples and blues when he moves. His eyes, when he turns his gaze on you, are pupil-less, and if not for his uncanny attention on you, you would have thought him blind. One of the she-wolves beckons you over and nods at you, indicating that you may speak.


Cataclysms den intro:
The forest around you is black and charred. The area is dead silent, only the blackened bodies of trees remain and the ground is still warm beneath your feet. Pockets of embers still burn here and there. The scent of other wolves enters your nose, barely distinguishable above the smells of ash and death.

It's not long before you find them. An entire pack, displaced from their home. A young herbalist rushes frantically between wolves, most of whom are coughing, many of which have fresh burns. Still others have injuries from their desperate attempt to escape. Some of the healthier wolves are doing what they can, preparing and applying medicines as directed. At the center of the group are several nursing mothers, some of whom have puppies too young to open their eyes. You notice one mother in a deep, still sleep. A male, presumably her mate, stands over her protectively, his face twisted with grief. Her teats are swollen with milk, but her puppies are nowhere in sight.

No one notices you as you approach. It's not until you're practically in the throng of them that your presence becomes known. Little is said to you, instead they cast glances towards a darkly colored wolf who sits beside the more senior hunters, as if in deferment. He stares numbly into space, face blank.