Eerika
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 8 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Combative |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 184 |
Pups Bred | 13 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Skarn (1.42%) |
Base Genetics | Cool Dark I |
Eyes | White |
Skin | Oxblood |
Nose | Lunar |
Claws | Lunar |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | Melanism |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Dinar Dorsal (72%) |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | White Marbled Unders (39%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | Cream Predator (63%) |
Slot 7 | Cream Butcher (56%) |
Slot 8 | Black Rump Edge (70%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | White Marbled Unders (55%) |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
70 | 61 | 64 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
53 | 63 | 311 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Matriarch of the Dusk Bloodline
The Guardian of the Dead
Gift from Sqirt#40123, if you see this thank you so much for like the 50th time
Received 8/23/21, first mela in the Dark Brotherhood!
LORE WIP
You round a corner in the Sanctuary, shaking your head in amazement at just how large the cave system is.
How do these wolves find their way around, you think to yourself, Especially in this darkness. As you take in a breath of air, the stifling smell of blood and rot fills your senses, and you wheeze.
The walls seem to be closing in on you all of a sudden. You wonder if maybe you ate something bad. Or perhapsβ¦ poisonβ¦
Two stark white eyes blink open in front of you, and you jump as a shadow peels itself off from the darkness of the cave.
She reeks of death. It ripples through her fur, in fact. She watches you with a silent intrigue, staring at you and perhaps through you as well.
"I've seen you before." She speaks after what seems like an eternity. "Before this⦠life, I mean. Interesting."
"What?"
She shakes her head, and for a moment you lose sight of her again in the shadows as her eyes close. When they open again, she seems closer. You can feel her breath on your fur.
"You have not lived enough lives to know who I am, none have. It is not your fault. Come, walk with me. I am the Dark Brotherhood's Guardian of the Dead, and a hunter of the Reach."
"What does a Guardian do?" You inquire, scrambling a bit to catch up as she begins walking in the direction you came from. Ah, back to the light. Good.
"Sithis is our Father, He leads us to the Void when our souls enter His realm. But He is not here in this world, to help our souls escape our mortal bodies. That is my job."
"You prepare their bodies for funeral?"
She cocks her head, considering for a moment.
"Something like that, although I consider it less of a funeral, and more of a ceremony. Our souls have ventured through many lives before this one; before being escorted to their final place of peace in the Void. Their end is to be celebrated, to be regarded as an event worthy of sacred vigil."
You nod, not completely understanding but appreciative of the explanation. The two of you are nearing the light of the main sanctum of the Sanctuary now. You're glad to soon have a moment of clearer vision.
"Did I ever get your name?" You ask after a moment of contemplation. She looks at you, and you frown at the brief glint of amused sadness in her gaze.
"Ah, a shame you don't recall it, but that is to be expected. Maybe in your next life you will. Farewell, young one. Try not to stray too far from the sun."
You blink, bewildered, and she's gone.
What a strange wolf.
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