ID #10574301
This wolf is currently nursing at least one puppy! She will wean her offspring in 2 rollovers!
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
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 3½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Charming |
| Breeding Information | |
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| Age in Rollovers | 55 |
| Pups Bred | 7 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 2024-10-08 04:44:53 |
| Fertility | Very Good |
| Heat Cycle | On Cooldown |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond |
None
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| Looks | |
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| Base | Akhlut (0.03%) |
| Base Genetics | Special Medium * |
| Eyes | Horizon |
| Skin | Fallow |
| Nose | Oxblood |
| Claws | Light |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Melanism  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Sentinel |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | Tempest Aurora (40% : T3) |
| Slot 2 | White Heavy Husky (55% : T1) |
| Slot 3 | Black Inuit Unders (59% : T7) |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | White Merle (60% : T2) |
| Slot 7 | Silver Back Heavy Patch (58% : T6) |
| Slot 8 | White Urajiro (84% : T1) |
| Slot 9 | Gray Highlights (41% : T1) |
| Slot 10 | Black Peacock (72% : T3) |
Biography
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''my babies..wheres my babies''
Lore
The moon hung low in the sky, enveloped in a wispy veil of clouds. The strong odor of damp earth and rotting leaves surrounded me, as I padded through the dense underbrush of the forest. This place, deep within the Hollow Howlers' territory, was both my sanctuary and my prison. I felt the shadows curling around me, cradling me like a mourning embrace. I walked these woods with a heavy heart, a shadow clinging to the depths of my being. I am known as Lilith, the Hell Born, a name that echoed through the whispers of the wind and the wolf whispers of nearby packs.
The Hollow Howlers pack was once my home filled with the laughter of my beloved pups, the joy of moonlit hunts with Noraki. Once, I had been so much more. Noraki, my mate, his pelt a reflection of mine, save for his stark white eyes that seemed to shine even in the darkest shadows. But those days were gone, snuffed out like flickering embers. How could I have known that the love we shared would shatter like glass underfoot on the night we welcomed our pups? Now, I trudged through this desolate chapter of my existence, lost in the labyrinth of memories.
Those memories beckoned me back to that fateful night when joy turned bitter and sweet happiness became sheer agony. Three little lives were brought forth from our bond, their gentle breaths promising a future threaded with warmth. Bealia, Onyx, and Cersei. I held them close, cherishing the beautiful cream and splotched black pups that embodied the future of our packs hunters. But Noraki... his heart hardened the moment he laid eyes on them. They were not as he had envisioned. They did not share the pitch-black pelt that marked our lineage; to him, they were strangers.
It clawed at me, his coldness, the way he turned away from our family. Mere weeks had passed since their birth, days marred with unspoken words and simmering tension. Until that fateful night, the night that promised to be the cruelest of all.
Returning from a successful hunt, I felt the high spirits of the pack beat like a rhythm in my paws. The moonlight illuminated the clearing, but as I stepped into our den, laughter echoed from the shadows, a strange twisted mirth that sent shivers down my spine. My heart sank as I found the space empty, my pups missing. Panic surged through me, a torrent of dread as I heard it.. the lone gut-wrenching howl of my Cersei echoed.
Every instinct screamed at me to run toward my pup, to protect what was mine. I raced toward the source without hesitation, each step heavier than the last. And then I saw him.
Noraki stood over our precious pups, with Cersei, her little body going limp as her last breath was stolen as he dropped her from his jaws. His eyes gleamed with a madness that chilled my blood. He laughed, a sound that was twisted and triumphant. "Look at them, Lilith! Look at what you've brought into this world! They are nothing but echoes of others! They do not belong to me!" His voice was a venomous hiss, venom stronger than any poison I had ever known.
In that moment I froze, staring at my pups lifeless corpse. Horror evident in my gaze as I sobbed to him, pleading with him. "Noraki...what have you done. There is no other! They are yours I beg you have mercy!"
Onyx and Baelia whimpered, their little paws kicking helplessly, their gentle eyes wide with confusion. In an instant, he struck them down, his laughter slicing through the air colder than any winter's breath. "They're not mine," he taunted, "aimless wretches that brought shame to my name."
As I watched my world collapse, something ignited within me, a fierce rage that shattered my frozen state. My body felt heavy, and rage began to boil deep within me. Protectiveness surged, drowning out reason. In that moment, it shifted. I wasn't just a mother robbed of her young. I was a force to be reckoned with.
In my fury, I lunged forward, claws unsheathed. He was not prepared for the rage within me. I remember the way he looked at me, surprised, before I met him with all my strength, striking at the heart of my betrayal. The moment was swift, cruel, and merciless; I let my own blood run cold as I sank my fangs into the flesh of my once-beloved mate.
When it was over, Noraki lay still at my feet. I had showed no more mercy to him than he did to my pups, watching as the life drained from his unforgiving eyes. I had extinguished the last flicker of light that had bound us together. I fled into the night, howls of anguish still resounding in my ears, shadows dancing, and the cries of my missing pups echoing in my heart.
Many moons passed, as I traveled through the dark woods, I became a specter, weaving between the trees, a haunting memory of a mother lost to the darkness of her own soul. Each night, the memories clawed at me, awakening griefs I would never share. I roamed until I was on the edge of existence, drawing morsels of strength from the despair that enveloped me.
It was on the brink of my own end that I was found, weak and unrecognizable, by Elvira, High Night Guardian of the Crimson Crown Hounds. With her grey-black pelt marked by striking white stripes, she radiated strength. In her eyes, I saw no judgment, only understanding. "You will not be alone," she proclaimed, her voice a soothing balm to my splintered spirit. All I could do was give a pitiful groan in response refusing to stand.
"Come with me," she urged, her voice steady and unwavering. "You do not belong to the darkness."
Her strength ignited a spark within me. I followed her back to her pack, hiding my pain behind a wall of ice. I remained a silent observer, encased in my dark memories, while Mania, the kind healer with white splotched hazel fur, nurtured me back to strength. They taught me the ways of their pack. How to hone my anger into something potent yet protective, but no one understood the depths of my torment.
Except Elvira.
Elvira became my confidante. She listened without reproach as I laid bare the horrors of my past, acknowledging my pain. She was the only one able to break through the ice that encased my heart. When I relented, I told her of my of my tragic love that twisted into horror, of the night I became the Hell Born. Instead of judgment or fear, she offered me compassion, nodding in understanding, never looking away.
I grew cold and indifferent, but not in absence of caring; rather, it was the protective shell I needed to survive. I became stronger under their guidance and more vigilant against any threat that loomed in the twilight. My nightmares remain but I now embrace them, for they remind me of what I have lost. With each passing day, whispers of my tale ripple through distant packs. The wolf who would kill at a moment's notice to protect her loved ones.
Yet, Noraki still remains in the back of my mind whispering the names of my lost pups, Bealia, Onyx, and Cersei. His laugh still as malicious as ever.
I roam the woods alone at night, often returning to the clearing where my world had ended. Some surmise I seek them, the ghosts of my love. But deep down, I know their spirits have transcended, leaving me hollow. They are gone, and no amount of hunting in the moonlight will bring them back.
Those who named me Hell Born did not know the depth of my heart's sorrow, nor did they understand that in my darkness, I carried a flicker of light. A mother's eternal love fueled by the memory of her past.
Knowing I could never reclaim what was stolen, yet forever searching in their fleeting echoes.
Quote
Lore
The Hollow Howlers pack was once my home filled with the laughter of my beloved pups, the joy of moonlit hunts with Noraki. Once, I had been so much more. Noraki, my mate, his pelt a reflection of mine, save for his stark white eyes that seemed to shine even in the darkest shadows. But those days were gone, snuffed out like flickering embers. How could I have known that the love we shared would shatter like glass underfoot on the night we welcomed our pups? Now, I trudged through this desolate chapter of my existence, lost in the labyrinth of memories.
Those memories beckoned me back to that fateful night when joy turned bitter and sweet happiness became sheer agony. Three little lives were brought forth from our bond, their gentle breaths promising a future threaded with warmth. Bealia, Onyx, and Cersei. I held them close, cherishing the beautiful cream and splotched black pups that embodied the future of our packs hunters. But Noraki... his heart hardened the moment he laid eyes on them. They were not as he had envisioned. They did not share the pitch-black pelt that marked our lineage; to him, they were strangers.
It clawed at me, his coldness, the way he turned away from our family. Mere weeks had passed since their birth, days marred with unspoken words and simmering tension. Until that fateful night, the night that promised to be the cruelest of all.
Returning from a successful hunt, I felt the high spirits of the pack beat like a rhythm in my paws. The moonlight illuminated the clearing, but as I stepped into our den, laughter echoed from the shadows, a strange twisted mirth that sent shivers down my spine. My heart sank as I found the space empty, my pups missing. Panic surged through me, a torrent of dread as I heard it.. the lone gut-wrenching howl of my Cersei echoed.
Every instinct screamed at me to run toward my pup, to protect what was mine. I raced toward the source without hesitation, each step heavier than the last. And then I saw him.
Noraki stood over our precious pups, with Cersei, her little body going limp as her last breath was stolen as he dropped her from his jaws. His eyes gleamed with a madness that chilled my blood. He laughed, a sound that was twisted and triumphant. "Look at them, Lilith! Look at what you've brought into this world! They are nothing but echoes of others! They do not belong to me!" His voice was a venomous hiss, venom stronger than any poison I had ever known.
In that moment I froze, staring at my pups lifeless corpse. Horror evident in my gaze as I sobbed to him, pleading with him. "Noraki...what have you done. There is no other! They are yours I beg you have mercy!"
Onyx and Baelia whimpered, their little paws kicking helplessly, their gentle eyes wide with confusion. In an instant, he struck them down, his laughter slicing through the air colder than any winter's breath. "They're not mine," he taunted, "aimless wretches that brought shame to my name."
As I watched my world collapse, something ignited within me, a fierce rage that shattered my frozen state. My body felt heavy, and rage began to boil deep within me. Protectiveness surged, drowning out reason. In that moment, it shifted. I wasn't just a mother robbed of her young. I was a force to be reckoned with.
In my fury, I lunged forward, claws unsheathed. He was not prepared for the rage within me. I remember the way he looked at me, surprised, before I met him with all my strength, striking at the heart of my betrayal. The moment was swift, cruel, and merciless; I let my own blood run cold as I sank my fangs into the flesh of my once-beloved mate.
When it was over, Noraki lay still at my feet. I had showed no more mercy to him than he did to my pups, watching as the life drained from his unforgiving eyes. I had extinguished the last flicker of light that had bound us together. I fled into the night, howls of anguish still resounding in my ears, shadows dancing, and the cries of my missing pups echoing in my heart.
Many moons passed, as I traveled through the dark woods, I became a specter, weaving between the trees, a haunting memory of a mother lost to the darkness of her own soul. Each night, the memories clawed at me, awakening griefs I would never share. I roamed until I was on the edge of existence, drawing morsels of strength from the despair that enveloped me.
It was on the brink of my own end that I was found, weak and unrecognizable, by Elvira, High Night Guardian of the Crimson Crown Hounds. With her grey-black pelt marked by striking white stripes, she radiated strength. In her eyes, I saw no judgment, only understanding. "You will not be alone," she proclaimed, her voice a soothing balm to my splintered spirit. All I could do was give a pitiful groan in response refusing to stand.
"Come with me," she urged, her voice steady and unwavering. "You do not belong to the darkness."
Her strength ignited a spark within me. I followed her back to her pack, hiding my pain behind a wall of ice. I remained a silent observer, encased in my dark memories, while Mania, the kind healer with white splotched hazel fur, nurtured me back to strength. They taught me the ways of their pack. How to hone my anger into something potent yet protective, but no one understood the depths of my torment.
Except Elvira.
Elvira became my confidante. She listened without reproach as I laid bare the horrors of my past, acknowledging my pain. She was the only one able to break through the ice that encased my heart. When I relented, I told her of my of my tragic love that twisted into horror, of the night I became the Hell Born. Instead of judgment or fear, she offered me compassion, nodding in understanding, never looking away.
I grew cold and indifferent, but not in absence of caring; rather, it was the protective shell I needed to survive. I became stronger under their guidance and more vigilant against any threat that loomed in the twilight. My nightmares remain but I now embrace them, for they remind me of what I have lost. With each passing day, whispers of my tale ripple through distant packs. The wolf who would kill at a moment's notice to protect her loved ones.
Yet, Noraki still remains in the back of my mind whispering the names of my lost pups, Bealia, Onyx, and Cersei. His laugh still as malicious as ever.
I roam the woods alone at night, often returning to the clearing where my world had ended. Some surmise I seek them, the ghosts of my love. But deep down, I know their spirits have transcended, leaving me hollow. They are gone, and no amount of hunting in the moonlight will bring them back.
Those who named me Hell Born did not know the depth of my heart's sorrow, nor did they understand that in my darkness, I carried a flicker of light. A mother's eternal love fueled by the memory of her past.
Knowing I could never reclaim what was stolen, yet forever searching in their fleeting echoes.
| Birth Stats | ||
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| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 50 | 51 | 49 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 61 | 61 | 272 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  New Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Tundra |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
Mysterious Ruins4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Ear Extension [Black]4 uses left
Attached Horns [Pronghorn]2 uses left
Claw Extension [Black]4 uses left
Glowing Mossy Rocks3 uses left
Lilith's Regalia9 uses left
Dark Snarling Wolf w/ Dripping Yolk9 uses left
Lunar Dream Strip Earring4 uses left
Windswept Spore Dust3 uses left
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Hunter
Hunter | Proficiency | |
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| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 75 |
| Successful Hunts | 51 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 2 |
In current pack for 50 rollovers
Wolf created on 2024-07-29 00:30:03