https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/10546233 Cast spells with Dabrus โพ โญ NEW STUD โญ T* Abyssal โญ Blue Moon โญ 9m โญ NBW โญ โฝ 300sc or 1gc! Next 2 1/2 refunded! Stats Lvl 1 213
Lvl 2 217
Lvl 3 223
Lvl 4 231
Lvl 5 242
Lvl 6 255
Lvl 7 269
Lvl 8 288
Lvl 9 311
Lvl 10 Lore Deep within the bounds of a dark and twisted forest, where the ancient trees reached towards the sun like gnarled fingers, Dabrus strode with purpose. Clad in a dark blue cloak decorated with silver and gold, he cast an imposing silhouette against the backdrop of shadows. His pelt was reminiscent of the night sky itself, rich in deep blues, accented with black, purples, and flecked with shimmering fragments that sparkled like stars.
As he walked, the air thrummed with a tangible energy, one that seemed to mirror the tempest inside him. Large black horns twisted from his head, framing a face painted with golden moon symbols capturing the glint of the sun that struggled to penetrate the dense canopy overhead. Dabrus was not just a wolf; he was a creature of destiny, perhaps more than he understood. The gentle aura of his entrancing blue eyes was a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom, a guiding light lost in a world of dark omens.
Despite his beauty and might, Dabrus had not lived a life of ease. He was born of a lineage feared and shunned. Abandoned by his own parents, who trembled at the thought of his magic, he became a mythโan unspoken legend shared in murmurs among the Dark Crescent Howlers pack, of which Azuris, the fierce pack leader, and her brother Nefarus served as guardians. Though he had been forsaken, the whispers of his existence had reached their ears, spoken of in reverence and trepidation.
Lately, the pack had faced dire times. The heart of their glade, a once-bountiful pool blessed by the moon, was slowly succumbing to the relentless caress of drought. The stream that danced along its edge was weakened, shrinking day by day, dragging with it the life that flourished around it. Prey had dwindled; shadows seemed to creep closer, shrouding the once vibrant sanctuary in a pall of despair.
Deep within Dabrus's heart, an unyielding pull urged him towards the heart of the forest. Something awaited him there, like a beacon calling out through the fog. Dragons of fear and uncertainty coiled in his stomach, yet the whispers of the stars seemed to weave promises of awe in his mind as he journeyed closer to the spectral heart of the forest.
Azuris sensed a shift, an unmistakable ripple in the air. "Nefarus," she warned, eyes sharpening. "Do you feel that?"
Before Nefarus could respond, Dabrus stepped into the open, the cloak flowing like ink in water against the backdrop of the somber haven. His striking appearance caught the attention of the Howlers, eyes widening in an intricate dance of fear and hope.
When Dabrus stepped into the glade, he could hardly believe his eyes. The air thrummed with unwavering magic, radiant in its own right, like moonlight spilling through gaps in a tapestry of leaves. He found himself crossing a threshold into a realm that thrived with whispered secrets, threaded through roots and veins of the land itself. Water gurgled through rocks encrusted with moss, untainted by time, leading him inevitably to an ethereal pool, radiant with the hues of twilight.
As he approached, he feltโno, he knewโthe weight of destiny pressing down on him. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, feeling the cool surface of the water against his pelt, beckoning memories of his mother's warmth, of the magic that coursed through him like blood. It was here, beneath the gaze of the moon, that he would perform the ritual, a spell dormant within him, awaiting retrieval.
Unbeknownst to Dabrus, Azuris and Nefarus had felt his presence long before they set eyes on him. From the shadows of the trees, they watched as their once-borrowed fate was woven anew. His energy stirred something primal in the air around them; undeniable magic tingled against their fur, its resonance almost magnetic. Nefarus felt an urge to approach, a flickering instinct that both delighted and frightened him.
There stood the wolf they heard whispers about, a miracle of grace and might, adorned with the legacy of moonlight. Azuris, however, felt the weight of caution in her heart; their ranks had battled too hard to trust easily in a being woven from myths. She stepped forward, her confidence cloaked in authority, while Nefarus lingered just behind, with curiosity etching his expression.
"Why do you trespass here?" Azuris demanded, her voice sharp as the twigs beneath her paws. "Do you seek to mock us? The legend who spells doom?"
As his entrancing blue eyes met hers, Dabrus understood the heaviness of her gaze. "I seek not to harm, but to heal," he replied, steady though he felt the tremor of vulnerability in her voice. "I feel a call from this place, a purpose that binds usโฆ I offer what strength I possess to restore the heart of this glade."
A thick silence settled over the clearing as the moon hung overhead, watching with morose patience. In that silence, Dabrus sensed the weight of the pack's history. A betrayed trust, of fears buried deep, of loss clawing at their hearts.
"Do you possess the magic to save us?" Azuris questioned, her voice softer though still unconvinced.
"I do," he barked, glancing down at the pool, then back up at the two wolves standing firm in their resolve. "This pool is a focal point. If you allow me, I will use my magic and the spirit that flows from the moon, and together, we can weave protection around this place, restoring the balance that has been shattered."
With a hesitant nod, Azuris exchanged a look with Nefarus before stepping away to allow him space. Dabrus approached the water, breathing deeply of the essence of the land, feeling the whirling patterns of fate entwining around him. He channeled the magic within, murmuring incantations, feeling it awaken like kinship: from shadows, light would emerge, and from long-buried fears, hope would bloom.
As he cast his spell into the moonlit water, ripples unfurled, weaving threads of silver and blue into the forest's embrace. Dabrus let out an ear piercing howl that almost seemed to shake the ground below. As the energy coursed through him, both Azuris and Nefarus felt a shift in the atmosphere a breath of life cascading into every corner of the glade, they as well as the rest of the pack joined in with the harmonious howl.
Days passed as Dabrus stayed with the Dark Crescent Howlers; he had woven into their ranks, and the pact of companionship began to thrive. As the pool filled once more, grief and caution faded, replaced by an unspoken trust stronger than blood. With Dabrus, they found the heart of their home; through unity, they shielded not only the sacred glade but also each other, gathering strength against the dark omens of the forest.
In a tale where legends need not remain myths, and destiny awaited only the brave to seize it. Earnings Sc: 1,750
Gc: Refunded Breedings Expenses 1x Opacity Changer: Slot 3 Biform Shaded 31% to 85%
Rma: Slot 2 Black Merle patches 82%
Weeks Week 1: 7/15 used
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Decorations and Background
Background
Unnerving Devil's Tower
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Decorations
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Swirling Luminous Fungi Spores
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Dream Lighting (Wolf)
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Spore Ears [Blue]
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Robes of the Old Moon [Silver & Sapphire]
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Unnerving Devil's Tower
Swirling Luminous Fungi Spores
Dream Lighting (Wolf)
Spore Ears [Blue]
Robes of the Old Moon [Silver & Sapphire]
Lunar Moon Lamp
Ritual Candles
Spore Growth Rock Arch
Lunar Polyporus Mushrooms
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