Raven

Lore and Artwork"Ugly? I'm not ugly... I'm not!"

Raven was born to Tigress and Ahiga. She was always the odd one out, with the glowing green eyes and the chocolate brown fur.

"Ugly," Other wolves called her. But Raven knew she was beautiful in her own way. If others couldn't see that, then she would make sure they did. She fell into an obsession with beauty, not unlike her sister Magpie's obsession with anything shiny, and was determined to make others see her beauty.

She spends countless hours searching for the right pieces of jewelry and decoration. Her project... is almost complete.

Wardrobe Link: Raven


Scroll of Legends and Tales:
Raven's Story
Told by: Amber

Raven, ah, yes, Raven. She was a beautiful wolf but drove herself insane because other wolves could not see it. I have never been her packmate, but I have watched her from the heavens. It saddens me to see a young she-wolf with so much potential descend into darkness. Alas, it was not entirely her fault. Of course, any wolf would hate to hear themself being called "ugly" over and over with no end. She made a deal with the Cryptids, determined to change herself in a way that would make other wolves see her beauty. She got what she wanted, but the price was her sanity. What was left of her was beautiful, yes, but also a monster.

Traveling Wolf Rules

1. Do not keep her for more than two weeks. I figured two weeks should be enough to breed and nurse, but if she was on a 5+ RO breeding cooldown when she was given to you I will give you an exception.
2. Ask before using any applicators or adding decor. (Including personality changers.)
3. She is breedable, but please do not pairbond.
4. Feel free to add lore! It's optional, but I would quite like some.
5. Please record ALL required info in the form.
6 Do not edit bio unless to fill out form or add lore.
7. Do not change her name, but footnotes are okay.
8. Please make sure she has a role to encourage stat gain.
9. I want her back when she turns 6 years old.
10. You may pass her on to anyone who wants her when your turn is up. If no one takes her, I can take her back in.

Traveling Wolf Records

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Player:
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Date Entered:
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Pack: Shadow Moon Canines (Home Pack)
Player: LunaTheMoonWolf #117583
Lore: (Shown Above in Spoiler)
Date Entered: 5/16/24
Date Left: 8/25/24
Stats Before Stay: 476
Stats After Stay: 553
Bred?: Yes
Role: Pupsitter
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Pack: The deathrow
Player: cockpit for everyone (#131188)
Lore: (Shown Above)
Date Entered: 8/25/24
Date Left: 9/14/24 (Recalled)
Stats Before Stay: 553
Stats After Stay: 649
Bred?: yes!
Role: Herbalist
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Pack: Shadow Moon Canines (Home Pack)
Player: LunaTheMoonWolf #117583
Lore: (Shown Above in Spoiler)
Date Entered: 9/14/24
Date Left: 9/15/24
Stats Before Stay: 649
Stats After Stay: 649
Bred?: No
Role: Pupsitter
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Pack: Silver-Eclipse
Player: Snowflower
Lore: Spoiler

Happy Ever After...?

Soon after Raven had made her deal, she decided to go on the run, traveling from pack to pack. At last, one night, tired and sad, she stumbled into the grassy territories of the Silver-Eclipse. She stumbled towards a small ravine filled with dens and collapsed. Closing her eyes, she plopped down, too tired to continue. She drifted off to sleep...
In the morning, she opened her eyes to a plain- but handsome wolf who sat before her. He smiled brightly but goofily and offered her a large cow carcass. Raven took it greatfully and dug in as she had not eaten for a small amount of time.
"I'm Tundraclaw" The wolf said.
"I'm Raven" She replied. And a tingling feeling arose. Something that she had never felt before. Love.
Ever since that exact day, the two loved each other very much. They would go out hunting, chasing, telling stories to pups, and never get tired of each other. Sadly, Raven knew that eventually she would have to return home.
"I want to stay here with you.." She murmered to Tundra'Claw. The gray colored tom shook his head sadly, "Your a wanderer, you will always have a place in the SIlver-Eclipse, but you will have to return to you home sooner or later". So the day after that very conversation, Raven left, leaving one last kiss to Tundra'Claw. May we meet again...

Date Entered: 9/15/24
Date Left:
Stats Before Stay: 649
Stats After Stay:
Bred?:
Role: None

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Pack: Freeroam
Player: Fieldalite
Lore:(Shown Above)
Date Entered: 9/18/24
Date Left:
Stats Before Stay:661
Stats After Stay:
Bred?:
Lore: SpoilerAddition to Lore (Freeroam):

It was not that Mikhail was jealous, no-- if anything, he felt pity as he watched his packmates invite the new mottly wolf into their dens- the foreign scent of pinewood heavy to her coat. Her eyes, bright, electrical, green, glanced around with unidentifiable emotion. Illyich, ever cunningly, invited her in with tales of her usefulness-- her extensive knowledge of herbs, her skill with pups-- as he often did.

But while it was true that the Leader had a fondness for pretty-eyed shewolves with herbal and motherly talents-- Mikhail knew that this would not be the case with Illyich. She was unnecessary, Mikhail figured, no matter how skilled she rattled off herb names from her tongue.

The simple fact was, there was no use for her. They had pupsitters aplenty, and Henrietta was fine as a herbalist. In terms of hunting, they had enough mouths to bring in food. This wouldn't be the first time the Leader would have invited a wide-eyed shewolf in just to lose interest and have them killed within the day. It was what often happened to the boring new wolves that were invited in, those without a proper place, with coats just slightly off or eyes a bit too wide, a failure at hunting, a sickly pup in their care. They never survived. Unlike him. Mikhail swiped his tongue across a paw.

No, Mikhail was useful. The Leader could have as many pups and hunters and pupsitters killed as he wanted when they displeased him, but a stud was indisposable. He did not join in on the celebrations when they feasted, inviting Raven into their ranks.

He was surprised when Raven came by anyways, a rabbit tightly held in her jaw.

"You don't like me," she said.

I can't wait to bury your body at the graves beyond the grasslands' barn, Mikhail thought. He twitched his ear.

"Are you enjoying the celebrations?" Raven hesitated, before her stance hardened, paws shifting to a firm position on the ground.

"I know about the graves," she said, firmly after a moment. "What you do to the wolves that fall out of the Leader's favor. I know their names. Gorse, Stem-"

She looked angrily down at Mikhail, who's whiskers itched to twitch in amusement. With his consent, he wanted to correct, but a sly smile broke out nevertheless.

"And you think you can escape their fates?"

Only a fool could think they could last in the Leader's inner circle for long.

"You have a tyrant in your home, as your leader." she whispered lowly.

"And?" Silently, he repeated his previous question. He had no intention of betraying this conversation to the Leader, a conversation that would surely implicate him as well, but the condescending nature of Raven's voice grated on him.

He imagined the moment where he would dispose of her- this momentary fancy new intruder into their clan.

"Want to bet on how long you can keep his favor?"

"I don't need to," Raven said. She looked halting- at then, determined. "I'm leaving on my own terms. Neither you nor him are going to kill me."

"Strong words, butting in like this."

Raven's ears flicked in annoyance, her tail lashing. "Don't you dare try anything." she spat.

"Is that a challenge? I don't need to- how long do you think you can last in his eyes anyways." he jerked an ear over to the Leader, nose flaring. "Should've left when you had the chance."

Raven's gaze followed his. "Fuck off." she said after a moment- but for once, Mikhail thought he could finally sense a lingering emotion in her eyes- one of hunger and mutiny.

...Dethronement? Mikhail flexed his claws, but Raven had already left, off to join the jolly Mikoyan in a dance. An increased suspicion as well as interest stirred in the pit of his stomach.

Role: Pupsitter