Archon

WIP

-They say that you were born on a day where, in the highest highs of the sky, the moon crossed paths with the sun, cast day into night, and all that remained was a ring of fire for long moments.

-When the flame in the sky formed, a union of moon and sun, was when they said that you, the single one to (be born alive) survive in a litter of three, were born.

-Your pack had their varied coats, but none were quite like yours

-You, bold and spirited and always wandering off, -

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Something abotu Saligia, the "great power within you" that has lain dormant (fits great in with my half-formed lore for him) joins Coven to untap power (:D)

You feel the pulse of reality beneath your paws, and with a howl and last word, made a sibling of the mysterious wolves.

You still cannot help but feel slightly uneasy, as the she-wolf with fur like the night sky, blue and glittering; gives a last word, the echoes of a warning resonating in her words.

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You had been turning Saligia's words, her bearing, over in your mind. You truly wanted to trust in her and her motives, yet you barely knew her, and you could not deny the moments when her words or expression made a shiver of unease ripple up your spine.

It did not much for the young wolf, with a half-crown of horns as red as her eyes and a strangely thick mane of fur, to shake that delicate faith in that odd pack.

And so, you returned to the grove. Ingredients the last thing on your mind until you approached.

You are taken aback, yet not really, by the snarl and the venom in her voice when she speaks of the younger wolf.

For a moment, you feel as if Saligia and her sisters will set upon you, but instead, it is a ritual that you are shown.

You are not gullible, nor prone to changing alliances; when you ally yourself to a wolf or pack, you will maintain that loyalty. Yet, the she-wolf Kora's obvious distress and fury makes you think she's telling the truth. Or a shade of it. Enough that it brings to mind those ominious words, the feeling of being gotten rid of, that Saligia sometimes gave off; it wouldn't hurt to hear out what Kora told you, to see if there was any truth in it, right?

Your greatest loyalty is, after all, to the pack you lead.

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After the business with the coven, a female wolf approaches, upset at the disappearance of her mate. yet, even as you agree to ask other wolves about him, you wonder if it really is just about a missing partner.

You wonder if you're going to be drawn into something bigger than you or your pack, again.

This new land is rife with trouble, supernatural ones, it seems

That feeling only grows when you meet wolves, young and old, claiming the same things of their packmates or those that seem oddly disturbed by something

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And so it is with a heavy heart that you find two puppies, their packs not wanting them, and choose them as the ones to be given to the spirit. One part of you demands that the two be of your pack, but all others are already adolescents, aside from your own offspring; the other part of you knows that, for all her logicality, Monarch would not hesitate in tearing you apart if you were to suggest such a thing.

Your only consolation is that the spirit, grieving for pups she lost, would likely give them a better life than their birth packs could.

And indeed is seems like it, watching them interact. Perhaps it will be better, for those unwanted by mortals to be adopted by a spirit.