ID #10344228
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
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| Age | 2 years 8½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Male Largest Pup |
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| Personality | Sarcastic |
| Breeding Information | |
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| Age in Rollovers | 65 |
| Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
| Last Bred | Never |
| Fertility | N/A |
| Heat Cycle | N/A |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond | |
| Looks | |
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| Base | Ducat (0.19%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Light II |
| Eyes | Bloodhound |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Lusxnei |
| Claws | Light |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Piebald: Biewer  |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | White Wraith (49% : T3) |
| Slot 4 | Auburn Dilution (78% : T6) |
| Slot 5 | Brown Cougar (50% : T2) |
| Slot 6 | White Inverted Opossum (30% : T8) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | Black Ghast (62% : T3) |
| Slot 10 | Sepia Undercoat (67% : T6) |
Biography
IMPORTANT
FUTURE SON: CEREBUS
BASE CHANGE
Lore
In the heart of the Crimson Crown Hounds pack, a lush forest swayed gently in the embrace of a cool breeze. Above this tranquil scene loomed Mount Glory, its rugged surface cloaked in vibrant vines that cascaded like natural drapery. Waterfalls glittered down its sheer face, sending mists that shone in the sun, and below Mount Glory lay the Cove of the Sacred which held the Lake of Descendants. A lake where the pack's herbalist, leader, and next leader could commune with ancestors long departed.
Among the pack, Xorthus held a renowned reputation. His pelt, a hushed grey adorned with earthy hazel tones, made him a handsome sight, but it was his bloodshot red eyes...his true inheritance from dark ancestry...that sent a shiver through many of his packmates. He was adored by many, less for his looks and more for his charm and willingness to help. The strongest among them, he had earned the title of the pack's prodigy, forever striving for the approval of his loved ones. Most importantly,Zyaris, the stunning queen of the Crimson Crown Hounds.
Zyaris, with her mesmerizing gem-like eyes, stood as the symbol of strength within their pack. She was adored by all, and beneath her gentle demeanor lay an unyielding will that commanded respect. Xorthus had nurtured a deep devotion to her from their puphood, their bond forged in the innocence of play and the earnestness of their training. Yet, unbeknownst to her, jealousy churned within him like a brewing storm.
In their youth, Xorthus had been praised for feats of strength and agility, often overshadowing Zyaris. But as he watched her rise to prominence as the next queen, a dark seed sprouted in his heart. The applause of the pack mingled with the whispers of his longing, twisting into thoughts that poisoned his mind. The very power that he admired in her became a source of envy, warping his love into something more sinister.
Mitra, a close friend of Zyaris, had once shared their joys. But as Xorthus's jealousy grew, so did his desire to keep Zyaris's attention solely on him. He had worked tirelessly to isolate Mitra from Zyaris, painting the older he as an unwitting adversary, a distraction that threatened their bondโan act that went unnoticed by most. To them, Xorthus was the perfect mate, always offering assistance, always protective.
Zyaris's father,Zehesis, a docile yet fiercely protective he, had come to the pack during her coronation. It had been a moment of unbridled joy. Zyaris proudly ascending her role as queen. Yet, even amidst the celebrations, Zehesis could not shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like mist. He had seen through Xorthus's facade, the glimmer of wickedness beneath his well-chiseled exterior, and warned others with fervor.
"Something is not right about that wolf," Zehesis had said, voice steely. "I sense greed in his heart, envy that could turn to malice. We must be wary! She is my daughter, our queen."
But their warnings were hushed by the admiration that Xorthus commanded. The stories of his past bravery, unexpected rescues and fierce battles fought for his pack, drowned out the whispers of concern. The loyalty of the pack drowned out the instincts of a father trying to protect his daughter.
As months passed, Zyaris and Xorthus's bond only solidified, and soon they were expecting a pup of their own, a bundle of potential that Xorthus dreamed would inherit his strength. Cerebus, as he planned to name him, would be born into the royal bloodline, a living symbol of their union.
But deep in Xorthus's heart, a dark desire took root... he fantasized not just about reigning alongside Zyaris but about ruling alone. What if Zyaris were to disappear? With her gone, no one would stand in his way of becoming king. The thought stirred a wicked exhilaration within him, a reckoning that was too intoxicating to resist.
In the twilight of the full moon, Xorthus made his way to the Lake of Descendants, drawn by unseen threads of fate. The water shimmered under the moonlight, a mirror to the starry heavens, where spirits lingered just beyond comprehension. It was said that those who wished to commune with the past would find voices rising from its depths.
As he knelt by the water's edge, the reflection blurred, and shadows shifted. Distorted faces and whispered promises beckoned him. With each murmur, Xorthus felt a surge of longing. A dark promise of power that tightened like a noose around his aspirations. Here, he would learn the secrets of the ancients, harnessing the fury of his ancestry to seize what he desired.
Unbeknownst to Xorthus, Zehesis was not far behind, sensing the cold wind that swept warnings through the trees. He approached, silent and watchful, intent on uncovering the truth of his daughter's mate. The spectral whispers in the lake danced more fervently as Xorthus leaned closer, oblivious to the encroaching danger. One voice in particular being Xorthus's father.. Erebus, a hound that is hated by all packs due to his bloodlust and torturous ways.
Suddenly, Zehesis emerged from the shadows, his voice a rumbling thunder that broke the delicate calm and distorted the image of Erebus. "Xorthus!" he commanded, eyes blazing with a fiery resolve. "What dark covenant do you seek with the spirits of ancestors? Your heart is misaligned with our pack's destiny!"
The young wolf trembled, not from fear, but from the realization of how close he had come to embracing his darkest ambitions. The twisted echoes of his revenge washed away in the sudden clarity of his father-in-law's words. Even still, beneath the thick veil of jealousy, the longing to be king morphed into a reluctant acceptance of the love that had always surrounded him. The love he had tried to twist.
With his heart racing, Xorthus straightened, his facade trembling as he turned to face Zehesis. "IโI wanted to protect her. To give her everything, even ifโ"
"โEven if it cost her life?" Zehesis interrupted, gaze piercing. "You cannot be king without a heart. Nor at the cost of my daughters life, my very being!" Zehesis had long since lost his docile demeanor and was now fuming.
Merely seconds after Zehesis quieted Zyaris came skidding to a halt with young Cerebus hanging from her jaws after hearing the commotion. "What is going o- Xorthus? Father I told you enough of this! He only means well!" Her eyes passed between the two with a pleading look.
In that moment, Xorthus realized the cost of his darkness. He had risked everything for fleeting ambitions, blinded by envy, chasing a hollow throne that held no warmth. The truth came crashing down like the cascading waterfalls of Mount Glory. Power and jealousy were prisoners of the soul, but love was the very foundation of a king's reign.
With a heavy heart, Xorthus stepped back, feeling the weight of redemption before him. "I will not let my darkness consume me any longer. For Zyaris, for Cerebus, for the pack," he proclaimed, shaking off the shadow of betrayal that had clung to him.
Zehesis let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his haunches before bowing before the two. "If what you say is true and you vow to never make a mistake like this again, I respect you as you respect me. And you musn't make the mistake of failing to tell Zyaris what has happened here."
In that sacred cove, under the gaze of the azure moon, Xorthus and Zehesis met eye to eye. Whether empty promises could be replaced by heartfelt deeds would remain his greatest trial. Yet as dawn broke, warmth flooded through him, and Xorthus vowed to embrace his newfound path. Guided not by jealousy, but by the undeniable bonds of love. Or does Erebus still have influence over his son..
FUTURE SON: CEREBUS
BASE CHANGE
Lore
Among the pack, Xorthus held a renowned reputation. His pelt, a hushed grey adorned with earthy hazel tones, made him a handsome sight, but it was his bloodshot red eyes...his true inheritance from dark ancestry...that sent a shiver through many of his packmates. He was adored by many, less for his looks and more for his charm and willingness to help. The strongest among them, he had earned the title of the pack's prodigy, forever striving for the approval of his loved ones. Most importantly,Zyaris, the stunning queen of the Crimson Crown Hounds.
Zyaris, with her mesmerizing gem-like eyes, stood as the symbol of strength within their pack. She was adored by all, and beneath her gentle demeanor lay an unyielding will that commanded respect. Xorthus had nurtured a deep devotion to her from their puphood, their bond forged in the innocence of play and the earnestness of their training. Yet, unbeknownst to her, jealousy churned within him like a brewing storm.
In their youth, Xorthus had been praised for feats of strength and agility, often overshadowing Zyaris. But as he watched her rise to prominence as the next queen, a dark seed sprouted in his heart. The applause of the pack mingled with the whispers of his longing, twisting into thoughts that poisoned his mind. The very power that he admired in her became a source of envy, warping his love into something more sinister.
Mitra, a close friend of Zyaris, had once shared their joys. But as Xorthus's jealousy grew, so did his desire to keep Zyaris's attention solely on him. He had worked tirelessly to isolate Mitra from Zyaris, painting the older he as an unwitting adversary, a distraction that threatened their bondโan act that went unnoticed by most. To them, Xorthus was the perfect mate, always offering assistance, always protective.
Zyaris's father,Zehesis, a docile yet fiercely protective he, had come to the pack during her coronation. It had been a moment of unbridled joy. Zyaris proudly ascending her role as queen. Yet, even amidst the celebrations, Zehesis could not shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like mist. He had seen through Xorthus's facade, the glimmer of wickedness beneath his well-chiseled exterior, and warned others with fervor.
"Something is not right about that wolf," Zehesis had said, voice steely. "I sense greed in his heart, envy that could turn to malice. We must be wary! She is my daughter, our queen."
But their warnings were hushed by the admiration that Xorthus commanded. The stories of his past bravery, unexpected rescues and fierce battles fought for his pack, drowned out the whispers of concern. The loyalty of the pack drowned out the instincts of a father trying to protect his daughter.
As months passed, Zyaris and Xorthus's bond only solidified, and soon they were expecting a pup of their own, a bundle of potential that Xorthus dreamed would inherit his strength. Cerebus, as he planned to name him, would be born into the royal bloodline, a living symbol of their union.
But deep in Xorthus's heart, a dark desire took root... he fantasized not just about reigning alongside Zyaris but about ruling alone. What if Zyaris were to disappear? With her gone, no one would stand in his way of becoming king. The thought stirred a wicked exhilaration within him, a reckoning that was too intoxicating to resist.
In the twilight of the full moon, Xorthus made his way to the Lake of Descendants, drawn by unseen threads of fate. The water shimmered under the moonlight, a mirror to the starry heavens, where spirits lingered just beyond comprehension. It was said that those who wished to commune with the past would find voices rising from its depths.
As he knelt by the water's edge, the reflection blurred, and shadows shifted. Distorted faces and whispered promises beckoned him. With each murmur, Xorthus felt a surge of longing. A dark promise of power that tightened like a noose around his aspirations. Here, he would learn the secrets of the ancients, harnessing the fury of his ancestry to seize what he desired.
Unbeknownst to Xorthus, Zehesis was not far behind, sensing the cold wind that swept warnings through the trees. He approached, silent and watchful, intent on uncovering the truth of his daughter's mate. The spectral whispers in the lake danced more fervently as Xorthus leaned closer, oblivious to the encroaching danger. One voice in particular being Xorthus's father.. Erebus, a hound that is hated by all packs due to his bloodlust and torturous ways.
Suddenly, Zehesis emerged from the shadows, his voice a rumbling thunder that broke the delicate calm and distorted the image of Erebus. "Xorthus!" he commanded, eyes blazing with a fiery resolve. "What dark covenant do you seek with the spirits of ancestors? Your heart is misaligned with our pack's destiny!"
The young wolf trembled, not from fear, but from the realization of how close he had come to embracing his darkest ambitions. The twisted echoes of his revenge washed away in the sudden clarity of his father-in-law's words. Even still, beneath the thick veil of jealousy, the longing to be king morphed into a reluctant acceptance of the love that had always surrounded him. The love he had tried to twist.
With his heart racing, Xorthus straightened, his facade trembling as he turned to face Zehesis. "IโI wanted to protect her. To give her everything, even ifโ"
"โEven if it cost her life?" Zehesis interrupted, gaze piercing. "You cannot be king without a heart. Nor at the cost of my daughters life, my very being!" Zehesis had long since lost his docile demeanor and was now fuming.
Merely seconds after Zehesis quieted Zyaris came skidding to a halt with young Cerebus hanging from her jaws after hearing the commotion. "What is going o- Xorthus? Father I told you enough of this! He only means well!" Her eyes passed between the two with a pleading look.
In that moment, Xorthus realized the cost of his darkness. He had risked everything for fleeting ambitions, blinded by envy, chasing a hollow throne that held no warmth. The truth came crashing down like the cascading waterfalls of Mount Glory. Power and jealousy were prisoners of the soul, but love was the very foundation of a king's reign.
With a heavy heart, Xorthus stepped back, feeling the weight of redemption before him. "I will not let my darkness consume me any longer. For Zyaris, for Cerebus, for the pack," he proclaimed, shaking off the shadow of betrayal that had clung to him.
Zehesis let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his haunches before bowing before the two. "If what you say is true and you vow to never make a mistake like this again, I respect you as you respect me. And you musn't make the mistake of failing to tell Zyaris what has happened here."
In that sacred cove, under the gaze of the azure moon, Xorthus and Zehesis met eye to eye. Whether empty promises could be replaced by heartfelt deeds would remain his greatest trial. Yet as dawn broke, warmth flooded through him, and Xorthus vowed to embrace his newfound path. Guided not by jealousy, but by the undeniable bonds of love. Or does Erebus still have influence over his son..
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 157 | 72 | 72 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 70 | 114 | 485 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waxing Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Spring |
| Biome | Tundra |
Currently
Scout
Scout | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 75 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 4 |
| Successful Hunts | 4 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 8 |
In current pack for 58 rollovers
Wolf created on 2024-06-25 05:59:20