Ilawen Broga

The Beginning and The End

Something had happened. The old gods, they were fading. Many remained but some of the most influential deities had begun to disappear, no longer remembered by wolves. Packs began to freeze, with no one to guide them they fell into war, into hunger, into chaos. Sometimes they'd be rescued, an elder would pull the pack together, the leads would push them into shape but many withered away.

The Devil's Oath pack remained strong. Which.... was a curse and a blessing. Their deity, phrog, was active and kept their memory fresh. Many of their companions remained but Melys a Melysach
and Pren Pwdr mourned the loss of phrog's oldest friends. Peth Cors kept quiet, unknowing of many of the elder gods but knowing he held memories of some of the newer companions phrog surrounded herself with. That, in itself was another problem.

The influx of new packs, new gods, an almost constant hum of activity.... it scared the pack. Cylch o Sêr was used to her home in the mountains but they left the rugged lands soon after the newest packs chose to live there. Retreating to the coniferous forest, the pack set up there. It was a rushed decision and a difficult change. The mountains were dry, sharp and rugged and this forest was soft, damp and strange. Make no mistake, it was tough as well but only once you began to learn the inner workings of the forest would you understand. First, it was horribly cold. Even the Queen herself was not protected in the years that followed their move, her being from a line that was known for their winter coats. Truly, it was only close to when she was ready to pass on that the pups had begun to develop coats thick enough to be comfortable during the harsh winters. Not only that but the prey was a problem too. Providing for many but for the teams of hunters to pull down a fully grown moose or bison was difficult. It took a long time for them to adapt to their new way of life. Perhaps one of the worst things they now had to struggle with was the dampness. The forest was full of bogs, ponds, rivers, lakes, all of them! It was hell the first year but slowly they began to set up a proper home.

Once dominating the mountains, accepting to all, patient and kind the pack is found sulking along the edges of the great lakes that spread through their home biome, as rough and aggressive as the harsh weather around them, prepared to send whoever comes along uninvited running back the way they came, lest they end up cold at the borders.

The New Alpha

Sêr often explored the other biomes surrounding them and it was in the frozen tundra when she came across Ilawen Broga. Of course, at that time she was lost, cast out by her pack to roam the land until she either died or was taken in my another alpha. Ilawen was lucky. She survived and continued on to go home with Sêr. phrog saw the newcomer and set to work, gathering designs from a small contest, managing to gather a moss base, and preparing the pack for the new lead. The pack, long used to her rushed decisions, accepted Ilawen happily. The she-wolf was pushed into the scouting role, following alongside Neidr, the pack's stud, for a few months before she moved on to being by herself. No one really knew why the gods chose wolves to scout but apparently it was important. But soon the time came. Sêr was growing older and the day came where she chose to stay with the pack, letting her body rest before she passed on. A large ceremony was held, howls echoeing across the cold forest and the pounding of paws made the ground tremble.

Cylch o Sêr passed at midnight and Ilawen was the first to discover the old Queen. A funeral was held, the pack travelling to the snowy mountains to leave Sêr to rest. phrog left gifts, a blessing from the gods and soon the pack was ready to begin another part of their life, under the lead of Ilawen Broga.

A New Life

Ilawen was a harsher leader. The new gods meant more packs and more packs meant more danger. Four hunting parties were set up and soon the two best died, peaceful deaths. Another two were trained up and took over. Neidr retired as a scout, leaving him to just be a breeding male, until a member of one team passed. Tewi Arsyllu took over as scout. A wave of new members to the pack, a few with the highly coveted dust eyes and a few with the piercing grey of storm. And to manage that, Ilawen and phrog decided to send some pack member into the wilds for the magic that many experienced, an age re-roll the gods called it. Some were allowed to pass on early and retired to the spirits that watch over the pack. The pack as a whole, grew harsher.

Wandering wolves were chased away without hesitation, unneeded pups were killed. But the pack was kind to each other. They kept their own safe and while not many had roles, phrog deemed them important and so they were respected. Most chose to become pupsitters or to assist with hunting and keeping the pack safe.

Ilawen had a third litter and a female with the same base as her mother was born. Ilawen and Tewi's eyes did not pass on but the gorgeous auburn panda mark that was second nature to see peeking through Ilawen's coat had. She was trained, preparing to be a candidate to take over the pack.

A few weeks later, another pup was born. A slate female, with dust eyes. Barely days later, the lunar mark that was once adored was replaced by a completely new design, the pup barely able to see herself. The pack cooed over the young one and soon her fate was decided, to take over after Neidr and bring more natural wolves into the pack. Honestly, Ilawen barely understood. phrog's rambling was hardly her business and she needed to do nothing but follow. The god would guide them.

The moss pup was sold, sent to another pack. The slate pup, Rhodd y Ddaear, took over after Neidr.

The old stud had finally passed on but phrog chose to tether his body and therefore his spirit to the waking world. Thanks to Kim, honestly, the other god had sent over enough to immortalise him and for that, phrog was extremely grateful.

level 1: 243
level 2: 247
level 3: 251
level 4: 257
level 5: 269 ()
level 6: 279
level 7: 293
level 8: 307
level 9: 326
level 10: 334
level 11: 368
level 12: 392
level 13: 452
level 14: 487
level 15: 522 AND ONLY 3 STRENGTH THAT IS SO RUDE
level 16: 562 1 strength, i'm so pissed
level 17: 605
level 18: 654
level 19: 698 +11 smarts, +12 wisdom, +6 agility, +2 strength, +7 speed what is w r o n g with you
level 20: 742

Battle Records:
SC gained: 96
Stats gained: 63
Trophies gained (not counting scars/recipes/healing salves): 144
Scars gained: 10
Salves: 19
Recipes: 10
Food gained: 28x L, 20x M, 19x S

Chased Wolves found:
het fox
diorite merle
dust eye nbw!! <3
ducat merle
white merle/moonglow eyes
winged t2
lily w/3x merle!
panda+cougar!
winged t1 - 10m


marking/wardrobe things
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used in total: 5 marking applicators, 5 marking opacity changer, claw change and nose changer and a moss base!

original look!

goal!!