WOLFE #145348
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LIGHTS ARE ON FOR TRICK OR TREAT!!
Adolphus's Back Story.
In the heart of the ancient Blue Ridge Mountains, where mist clings to pine needles and the wind whispers secrets, there resides a wolf named Adolphus. His fur, a symphony of grays and silvers, bears the scars of countless moonlit hunts. His eyes—amber pools reflecting both the wild and the wise—hold stories older than the gnarled oaks that guard his territory..
Adolphus is no ordinary wolf. He's the kind who stands sentinel atop rocky promontories, surveying the valleys below with a quiet intensity. His howl, mournful and haunting, echoes through the mist, a reminder to all creatures that this realm belongs to him. The locals, those who dare venture into the wilderness, speak of him in hushed tones. They say he's a guardian, a spirit of the peaks, and that his paws leave imprints in the snow deeper than any mortal creature's. His den—a cavern hollowed out by time and patience—rests beneath an ancient cedar. There, Adolphus dreams of moon-chased elk and the scent of distant storms. His memories are etched into the very stones: the first snowfall he witnessed as a pup, the taste of a rabbit's blood on his tongue, and the moonlit dance with a she-wolf whose eyes held galaxies within. But Adolphus isn't just a solitary wanderer. He's part of a pack—a brotherhood of sinew and loyalty. His packmates, equally fierce and devoted, rely on his wisdom. When the snows deepen and prey grows scarce, Adolphus leads them to hidden caches of frozen deer carcasses, preserved like forgotten treasures. His howls orchestrate their hunts, and his tail flicks in approval when a young pup finally masters the art of silent stalking.
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And oh, the nights! When the moon hangs low, Adolphus sits atop a granite outcrop, his silhouette etched against the star-studded canvas. He gazes into the abyss, wondering if the spirits of his ancestors ride the winds. Sometimes, he swears he hears their whispers—the ancient language of wolves, carried across centuries. But beware, for Adolphus has his quirks. He despises the scent of humans, especially those who stumble into his domain uninvited. Once, a lost hiker encountered him near the treeline. Adolphus merely tilted his head, as if pondering the absurdity of two-legged creatures, before disappearing into the shadows. The hiker, shaken but unharmed, later recounted the encounter at the local pub, embellishing it with ale-fueled bravado. "Met the bloody king of the wolves, I did!" he declared, earning nods and skeptical glances. So, next time you venture into the mist-shrouded mountains, keep an eye out for Adolphus. You'll recognize him by the silver streak that runs down his left flank—a mark from a tussle with a rival alpha. And if you hear his mournful howl, know that you're in the presence of a creature who bridges the mundane and the mystical—a druid of fur and fang, a guardian of forgotten trails...
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Member Information | ||
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Name | WOLFE | |
Pack | Predatory Pack | |
Pack Leader | 𝐀 𝐝 𝐨 𝐥 𝐩 𝐡 𝐮 𝐬 | |
Joined | 2024-08-31 | |
Last Active | 2024/10/24 18:36:12 |