stillborn adult
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Observant |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 3 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Almond (0.17%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Light II |
| Eyes | Black |
| Skin | Moonbow |
| Nose | Lunar |
| Claws | Moonbow |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Artemis Sallander (83%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Merle Patches (95%) |
| Slot 3 | Black Ghast (53%) |
| Slot 4 | White Urajiro (76%) |
| Slot 5 | White Inverted Panda (90%) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | White Merle (63%) |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 76 | 70 | 69 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 93 | 79 | 387 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waxing Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Winter |
| Biome | Riparian Woodland |
Biography
Side note: this wolf is extremely prone to earmites? Got em like 4 times
Born to incredibly lucky parents, this baby was more unfortunate than he ever fully knew.
as a newborn, his instinct to latch was stronger than other siblings. He fought hard for his place below his mothers arm, his mother could have even bragged about this one being the strongest of the bunch.
It wasnt long until his siblings opened their eyes, even shorter til they all weaned and he began to think something was wrong with himself. When he tried to tussle and play, his littermates had no acknowledgment for him at all, his mother did not groom or nudge him. He sat a whined, hoping to be seen or heard.
He was born into a very fortunate litter, all with non lethal mutations like heterochromia, piebald vitiligo and albinism. They were the most popular among the whole pack, even travelers from nearby would stop to congratulate and leave gifts. He sat and whimpered, wondering why in the world they would not even spare a glance to him.
As he aged, he lashed out. At first, It was tripping. Then nipping and starting fights between siblings who just, wouldn't, look at him. When adolescence started, he started to sabotage his litter mates apprenticeships, spooking prey and even shoving his fellow adolescent down a hill after fresh rain. After that particular hunting party returned, that sibling was not scolded like puppies from other litters would have been, instead she was simply reminded to e more careful next time. As resentment fueled, he still was not blamed for this, was never corrected, still never acknowledged. He hurt for the same praise, same scolding, same attention. Still, he aged along side them.
As he lay in his mothers den, a slow drizzle of rain began. All other wolves already snuggled in among eachother, curled warmly in their homes. He woke to hushed speaking, he peaked his head up to listen. Being incredibly nosey, he watched as his mother and father dragged their feet to a nearby tree.
With an impulse, he followed with some distance.
They walked in silence, heads low. He noticed his father carrying a small amount of herbs in his mouth and how the rain drops stained both their fur. He considered for a moment that maybe his special mutations was that his fur stayed completely dry, he liked this idea and considered himself lucky.
After some time, they stopped at a giant oak tree, a small rock at the foot of it marked where his father would drop the mouthful of daisies. They sat for a moment, sadness in the air and tears forming in his mothers eyes. The first words she spoke were full of mourning, " I still dont know what I did wrong... "
With a heavy sigh, his father was quick to comfort her. " You didn't, "
Moving closer and nudging her shoulder with his own he continued. " The doula said it happens all the time in large litters. "
He squinted, moving closer to get a better look. He wondered what could happened that he didnt know about? A sniff at the flowers and rock told him nothing, he looked at his parents and anger welled in him. So he asked, " What is this? "
They did not look up.
Shouting now, " What is it? Why wont you just tell me! " Screaming and growling and crying, they still would not spare him even a glance. The rain began to pour and thunder cracked in the distance, startling both his parents. He watched them leave him standing there, questioning. Not a look in his direction, not a drop of water on his fur.
Looking back down at the spot, he started to dig. Letting out his emotions, growling and cursing his family, frustration and hatred building up seeing the water pool in the hole of soft dirt. Getting elbow deep, he came to a small bundle of elk hide. The smell of fresh earth was so strong and almost soothed him, til the smell of old rot hit his nose faintly. Using his teeth to pull the bundle out, he tore threw the hide. Halfway thinking it was just skin, he was angry... until something fell at his feet.
A half decomposed, half mummified corpse of a stillborn puppy.
His breath stopped, all those emotions he felt a moment ago stopped and new questions flooded his mind. At this moment, he realized just why not a living soul could see him.
Born to incredibly lucky parents, this baby was more unfortunate than he ever fully knew.
as a newborn, his instinct to latch was stronger than other siblings. He fought hard for his place below his mothers arm, his mother could have even bragged about this one being the strongest of the bunch.
It wasnt long until his siblings opened their eyes, even shorter til they all weaned and he began to think something was wrong with himself. When he tried to tussle and play, his littermates had no acknowledgment for him at all, his mother did not groom or nudge him. He sat a whined, hoping to be seen or heard.
He was born into a very fortunate litter, all with non lethal mutations like heterochromia, piebald vitiligo and albinism. They were the most popular among the whole pack, even travelers from nearby would stop to congratulate and leave gifts. He sat and whimpered, wondering why in the world they would not even spare a glance to him.
As he aged, he lashed out. At first, It was tripping. Then nipping and starting fights between siblings who just, wouldn't, look at him. When adolescence started, he started to sabotage his litter mates apprenticeships, spooking prey and even shoving his fellow adolescent down a hill after fresh rain. After that particular hunting party returned, that sibling was not scolded like puppies from other litters would have been, instead she was simply reminded to e more careful next time. As resentment fueled, he still was not blamed for this, was never corrected, still never acknowledged. He hurt for the same praise, same scolding, same attention. Still, he aged along side them.
As he lay in his mothers den, a slow drizzle of rain began. All other wolves already snuggled in among eachother, curled warmly in their homes. He woke to hushed speaking, he peaked his head up to listen. Being incredibly nosey, he watched as his mother and father dragged their feet to a nearby tree.
With an impulse, he followed with some distance.
They walked in silence, heads low. He noticed his father carrying a small amount of herbs in his mouth and how the rain drops stained both their fur. He considered for a moment that maybe his special mutations was that his fur stayed completely dry, he liked this idea and considered himself lucky.
After some time, they stopped at a giant oak tree, a small rock at the foot of it marked where his father would drop the mouthful of daisies. They sat for a moment, sadness in the air and tears forming in his mothers eyes. The first words she spoke were full of mourning, " I still dont know what I did wrong... "
With a heavy sigh, his father was quick to comfort her. " You didn't, "
Moving closer and nudging her shoulder with his own he continued. " The doula said it happens all the time in large litters. "
He squinted, moving closer to get a better look. He wondered what could happened that he didnt know about? A sniff at the flowers and rock told him nothing, he looked at his parents and anger welled in him. So he asked, " What is this? "
They did not look up.
Shouting now, " What is it? Why wont you just tell me! " Screaming and growling and crying, they still would not spare him even a glance. The rain began to pour and thunder cracked in the distance, startling both his parents. He watched them leave him standing there, questioning. Not a look in his direction, not a drop of water on his fur.
Looking back down at the spot, he started to dig. Letting out his emotions, growling and cursing his family, frustration and hatred building up seeing the water pool in the hole of soft dirt. Getting elbow deep, he came to a small bundle of elk hide. The smell of fresh earth was so strong and almost soothed him, til the smell of old rot hit his nose faintly. Using his teeth to pull the bundle out, he tore threw the hide. Halfway thinking it was just skin, he was angry... until something fell at his feet.
A half decomposed, half mummified corpse of a stillborn puppy.
His breath stopped, all those emotions he felt a moment ago stopped and new questions flooded his mind. At this moment, he realized just why not a living soul could see him.