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Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Arrogant |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 339 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Black (6%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
Eyes | Ice |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Dark Brown |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Beige Ear Tips (100%) |
Slot 2 | Cream Limbs (100%) |
Slot 3 | Gray Smoke (36%) |
Slot 4 | Honey Agouti (100%) |
Slot 5 | Cream Cape (100%) |
Slot 6 | Black Head Stripe (100%) |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | Cream Blaze (100%) |
Slot 9 | Black Stained Limbs (100%) |
Slot 10 | Black Rump (100%) |
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
[WARNING: Mildly Disturbing Mental Imagery Below]
You don't recall when he'd appeared before you.
It was so suddenly you'd blinked, and a too-many-legged-form manifested before you. His body thick with fur, though beneath it you could parse how skin clung to bone tightly. The wolf disproportionate and gangly. He uttered not a word, dry, sickly pale eyes peering into yours. Perhaps you spoke to him, perhaps you demanded to know where he'd come from, perhaps you'd taken a step back in alarm; regardless, not matter if you did or did not move, if you did or did not speak, his frame remained the same distance away-- at the same angle, lifelessly still, unbreathing.
Piercing, his gaze bore into your own.
It was then you caught the scent of something putrid; the stench of boiling flesh and burnt hair making your stomach burble; pools of saliva welling in your maw to be swallowed down a throat now congested with mucus. Liquid oozing from your pores as the temperature at your feet seemed to rise. Your every breath agony as a great heat steamed outwards from your nostrils. Blisters and calluses forming only to peel away as where fur once was skin tore and fell, consumed by a flame unseen by you as widened eyes remained captive by those that shimmered the purest blue.
"qui debet ardere"
A thousand screams, a million whispers, the cries of those eaten by this purest blue all at once ringing deep within your cranium as he that never ate but always consumed spoke. His question not to go unanswered. Selfishly, so quickly, your jaw slackened and from it broken syllables spilt. So soon after this you blinked, so soon after this the arbiter no longer plagued you, the lick of fire no longer scorching your coil-- the mere sting of your damaged airways all that was left in its wake-- a confirmation to you that though you wished to reason it all away as such, he'd not been a hallucination, none of it had been.
You'd spoken the name of, and subsequently damned another to save yourself.
Forever bound to Besiera (1535)
--Wolf #575 Creation Date: 2020-09-25 (Day 1, first hour of EA)
You don't recall when he'd appeared before you.
It was so suddenly you'd blinked, and a too-many-legged-form manifested before you. His body thick with fur, though beneath it you could parse how skin clung to bone tightly. The wolf disproportionate and gangly. He uttered not a word, dry, sickly pale eyes peering into yours. Perhaps you spoke to him, perhaps you demanded to know where he'd come from, perhaps you'd taken a step back in alarm; regardless, not matter if you did or did not move, if you did or did not speak, his frame remained the same distance away-- at the same angle, lifelessly still, unbreathing.
Piercing, his gaze bore into your own.
It was then you caught the scent of something putrid; the stench of boiling flesh and burnt hair making your stomach burble; pools of saliva welling in your maw to be swallowed down a throat now congested with mucus. Liquid oozing from your pores as the temperature at your feet seemed to rise. Your every breath agony as a great heat steamed outwards from your nostrils. Blisters and calluses forming only to peel away as where fur once was skin tore and fell, consumed by a flame unseen by you as widened eyes remained captive by those that shimmered the purest blue.
"qui debet ardere"
A thousand screams, a million whispers, the cries of those eaten by this purest blue all at once ringing deep within your cranium as he that never ate but always consumed spoke. His question not to go unanswered. Selfishly, so quickly, your jaw slackened and from it broken syllables spilt. So soon after this you blinked, so soon after this the arbiter no longer plagued you, the lick of fire no longer scorching your coil-- the mere sting of your damaged airways all that was left in its wake-- a confirmation to you that though you wished to reason it all away as such, he'd not been a hallucination, none of it had been.
You'd spoken the name of, and subsequently damned another to save yourself.
--Wolf #575 Creation Date: 2020-09-25 (Day 1, first hour of EA)