Pink Floyd
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 8 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Female |
| Personality | Helpful |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 184 |
| Pups Bred | 24 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Tuff (0.29%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Medium II |
| Eyes | Ice |
| Skin | Sacer |
| Nose | Lusxnei |
| Claws | Rouge |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | Amor Cracks (69%) |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Caelum Veneer (79%) |
| Slot 8 | Hydrangea Lupos (43%) |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 72 | 55 | 56 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 70 | 60 | 313 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waxing Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Mountains |
Biography
Lore Written By Jackal #121192
This young wolf had always heard the whispers of the wind, the dance of leaves as the birds sat within their gentle, scratchy branches. All of their life had known was the repeating cycle of sun chasing the moon, the wind growing still or howling like the many wolves in the distance. This little creature had longed to be apart of a pack. To grow with their peers, to learn from their elders, and to find themselves and their role within the pack. They always dreamed of standing tall as a leader. Helping others as it was needed. Yet..
And yet here they remained rooted to the earth. They dreamed they were a wolf. They dreamed of running around on their paws, barking happily, howling a beautiful song to the sun and moon. But their petals only knew of the gentle rays, the quench of the rain dripping on them. Oh, how they wished to be uprooted and be free! To run and frolic amongst their brothers and sisters. One night, they dreamed a beautiful dream. They had finally uprooted as a little pup. Their little limbs barely able to keep themselves up as their flower family fed them what they could, offering what water they could spare. They were uprooted and began their long journey through the forests, up to the mountains. There.. They heard it. The call of the wolves they longed to be apart of. They were accepted, they were loved, they were taught many things and they grew to be a great leader.
And then they woke up. But instead of being a flower... Seeing the veins of their roots and their petals dancing along to the wind... They saw paws. Beautiful, colorful paws. They could stand... they could walk! They could run!
They can finally, truly live.
This young wolf had always heard the whispers of the wind, the dance of leaves as the birds sat within their gentle, scratchy branches. All of their life had known was the repeating cycle of sun chasing the moon, the wind growing still or howling like the many wolves in the distance. This little creature had longed to be apart of a pack. To grow with their peers, to learn from their elders, and to find themselves and their role within the pack. They always dreamed of standing tall as a leader. Helping others as it was needed. Yet..
And yet here they remained rooted to the earth. They dreamed they were a wolf. They dreamed of running around on their paws, barking happily, howling a beautiful song to the sun and moon. But their petals only knew of the gentle rays, the quench of the rain dripping on them. Oh, how they wished to be uprooted and be free! To run and frolic amongst their brothers and sisters. One night, they dreamed a beautiful dream. They had finally uprooted as a little pup. Their little limbs barely able to keep themselves up as their flower family fed them what they could, offering what water they could spare. They were uprooted and began their long journey through the forests, up to the mountains. There.. They heard it. The call of the wolves they longed to be apart of. They were accepted, they were loved, they were taught many things and they grew to be a great leader.
And then they woke up. But instead of being a flower... Seeing the veins of their roots and their petals dancing along to the wind... They saw paws. Beautiful, colorful paws. They could stand... they could walk! They could run!
They can finally, truly live.