Harmony
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 8 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Trusting |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 184 |
Pups Bred | 6 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Onyx (0.65%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark II |
Eyes | Hazel |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Bone |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Sentinel |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Black Saddle Ticking (80%) |
Slot 2 | Moss Shaded (100%) |
Slot 3 | Beige Underfur (30%) |
Slot 4 | Dark Brown Undercoat (70%) |
Slot 5 | White Underfur (30%) |
Slot 6 | Dark Brown Limbs (70%) |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | Brown Eyebrows (50%) |
Slot 9 | White Toes (50%) |
Slot 10 | Clover Lupos (90%) |
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
har·mo·ny
/ˈhärmənē/
noun
noun: harmony; plural noun: harmonies
the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions having a pleasing effect.
The first lone wolf that Viola had come across in her current journey. At first, Viola hadn't expected much; she simply started speaking in order to officially establish herself as a serious (albeit new) pack leader. In fact, she'd assumed that this wolf was already in a pack of her own. She certainly seemed that way! She was quite healthy, she seemed to be well taken care of, and she looked to be her age anyway.
Imagine Viola's surprise, then, when the wolf stated that she'd been roaming around on her own for nearly her whole life!
"Really?" Viola remembers asking, ears falling forward in curiosity as she leaned closer. The new wolf simply laughed and nodded. Considering her options, Viola then hesitantly asked her if she'd like to travel alongside her, helping her to form the Sweet Opera. The new wolf responded as if she'd been waiting for Viola to ask, agreeing without seemingly a second thought.
Viola remembers her standing and saying, "Come. I know some better unclaimed territory that would be perfect for starting a home." Thus, Viola followed suit, and she considered their conversation while they walked. As they spoke, Viola mused to herself and, soon enough, suggested a new name for the wolf to use.
"Harmony," she said, "because you agree with and share my plans for the pack. And you're very friendly, too. So we're living in perfect harmony. Does that make sense?"
The new wolf-- Harmony, now-- smiled and nodded to her. "It's wonderful."
Nowadays, Harmony is Viola's closest friend and confidante. Viola can't help but be thankful she'd found her. Really, she couldn't imagine life without her, now.
/ˈhärmənē/
noun
noun: harmony; plural noun: harmonies
the combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords and chord progressions having a pleasing effect.
The first lone wolf that Viola had come across in her current journey. At first, Viola hadn't expected much; she simply started speaking in order to officially establish herself as a serious (albeit new) pack leader. In fact, she'd assumed that this wolf was already in a pack of her own. She certainly seemed that way! She was quite healthy, she seemed to be well taken care of, and she looked to be her age anyway.
Imagine Viola's surprise, then, when the wolf stated that she'd been roaming around on her own for nearly her whole life!
"Really?" Viola remembers asking, ears falling forward in curiosity as she leaned closer. The new wolf simply laughed and nodded. Considering her options, Viola then hesitantly asked her if she'd like to travel alongside her, helping her to form the Sweet Opera. The new wolf responded as if she'd been waiting for Viola to ask, agreeing without seemingly a second thought.
Viola remembers her standing and saying, "Come. I know some better unclaimed territory that would be perfect for starting a home." Thus, Viola followed suit, and she considered their conversation while they walked. As they spoke, Viola mused to herself and, soon enough, suggested a new name for the wolf to use.
"Harmony," she said, "because you agree with and share my plans for the pack. And you're very friendly, too. So we're living in perfect harmony. Does that make sense?"
The new wolf-- Harmony, now-- smiled and nodded to her. "It's wonderful."
Nowadays, Harmony is Viola's closest friend and confidante. Viola can't help but be thankful she'd found her. Really, she couldn't imagine life without her, now.