Crestfallen

ID #10891816

Owned by Carrith
Bred by Carrith
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Level	13

Strength *	180
Speed	139
Agility	143
Wisdom *	220
Smarts	268
Total	950

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This wolf has been leading Dancing Flames since 2024-11-07 01:41:32.

Currents
Age	2 years 9 months (Adult)
Sex	Male
Energy
Hunger
HP
Personality	Trusting

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	66
Pups Bred	0 pups bred
Last Bred	Never
Fertility	N/A
Heat Cycle	N/A
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	None

Looks
Base	Penumbra (0.02%)
Base Genetics	Special Medium *
Eyes	Moonglow
Skin	Black
Nose	Lusxnei
Claws	Oxblood
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	None
Slot 2	Hydrangea Smudge Heavy (80% : T3)
Slot 3	Selene Ornate Stripes (100% : T3)
Slot 4	Artemis Inverted Smudge (35% : T3)
Slot 5	None
Slot 6	None
Slot 7	Luna Ornate Blotches (60% : T3)
Slot 8	Crystal Ornate Spots (77% : T3)
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	None

Biography

Crestfallen, the Eternal Sadness

"And when the moon calls to you, you shall answer its calling…"
So little and yet so much is needed to lead the Dancing Flames. There is no need to descend from the leader's lineage, no trial to prove your abilities. It is said that when you are born, the Pale Lady in The Sky smiles upon you and shall grant you her blessings. And you have no choice. No one will ask for your consent…

One scorching summer night, on the vast, shimmering expanse of the desert, where the sand gleams under the blazing sun and the nights are painted with the ethereal glow of the moon, a pup was born. He came into the world during the new moon, when the Pale Lady was too busy gazing closely at its next servant to shine in the sky. The young wolf had dark, purple fur and eyes that sparkled like thousand stars. A luminous marking resembling wings stretched along his back. That night, Crestfallen was born—a pup whose destiny was written in the stars before his eyes could even open to admire their beauty.

The months passed slowly yet surely. Crestfallen grew from a pup trained by the pack's finest mentors into an adolescent. Always in training, always busy learning about his future responsibilities. After all, he was to become their leader—how could he forget, when it was a constant reminder at every step? The weight of expectations grew heavier and heavier as he took his first faltering steps as a stalker. The golden child by necessity. The first leader of the Dancing Flames as an actual pack. The direct successor of the gradually aging Vatsalaya. Yet Crestfallen always felt insufficient. In the shadow of his grandmother's achievements and those of the pack's other talented wolves, the young wolf often doubted his abilities, convinced he would never measure up to the legend of his lineage.

Vatsalaya, the embodiment of wisdom and strength, passed away peacefully, as if in alignment with a divine plan. She had grown old, and her passing surprised no one. At merely two years old and lacking experience, Crestfallen was declared the new leader. The very sound of his name seemed to echo the sadness that surrounded him. From that moment, he became known as "the Eternal Sadness." The one of kind heart that never smiles.

The first months of Crestfallen's rule were filled with chaos. The pack, accustomed to Vatsalaya's confidence and charisma, initially viewed their young leader with skepticism. Many territories were lost. The elders criticized his lack of experience, and Crestfallen often retreated to reflect in solitude under the Moon's light. It was all her idea all along, she could have given him some good advice. Those who opposed the new leader formed a faction called "the Old Regime." In response, the Eternal Sadness surrounded himself with young wolves—those who saw potential in him and did not fear the new order.

One full-moon night, Crestfallen experienced his first journey. He was transported to the moon's dimension—a realm where time flowed differently, and reality was suffused with magic. There, he encountered glowing plants, strange creatures, and phenomena beyond comprehension. This experience taught him that Dreamland was a gift he could use to restore the pack's glory. Though the crown was heavy, it began to fit his head.

During this challenging time, Crestfallen met a young wolf with pink-and-white fur named Acamar Eridani. Acamar was his opposite—full of optimism and boundless energy. Though they were as different as night and day, a strong bond formed between them. Acamar—his Fallen Star—became his advisor and confidant, sitting at his right paw in the Lunar Court. For Crestfallen, Acamar was like a light in the darkness—a reminder that even among shadows, hope could be found.

Pack leader since 07/11/2024

CHASE COUNT
Chased found: 4
TIII: 1
T*: 0

STAT GAIN
Born: 629
Level 1: 696
Level 2: 700
Level 3: 707
Level 4: 718
Level 5: 731
Level 6: 751
Level 7: 768
Level 8: 793
Level 9: 834
Level 10: 858
Level 11: 882
Level 12: 912
Level 13: 946