Versteckter Schatz

ID #10996882

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Level	1

Strength	131
Speed	84
Agility	89
Wisdom	91
Smarts	111
Total	506

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

Family

Wardrobe

Currents
Age	1 year 4 months (Adult)
Sex	Male
Energy
Mood
Hunger
HP
Personality	Vulgar

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	32
Pups Bred	0 pups bred
Last Bred	Never
Fertility	N/A
Heat Cycle	N/A
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	Nachthimmel

Looks
Base	Gray Darker (1.37%)
Base Genetics	Monochrome Dark I
Eyes	Dust
Skin	Black
Nose	Black
Claws	Black
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	Deira Eyebrows (72% : T6)
Slot 2	Merged Ornate Waves (79% : T3)
Slot 3	Cream Muzzle Patch (36% : T1)
Slot 4	White Tamaskan Unders (100% : T7)
Slot 5	Cedar Muzzle Patch (36% : T1)
Slot 6	Brown Limbs (49% : T1)
Slot 7	Honey Ear Tips (27% : T1)
Slot 8	Cream Back Half Patch (37% : T0)
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	Yellow Whitetail Spots (39% : T8)

Biography

Story by 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈_₣ØØⱠ #122059(recommend checking their forum out!)

As The First Rays Of Sunlight Pierced The Eastern Horizon, Schatz Led Schatzi And Versteckter Across The Grasslands, Their Shadows Stretching Far Behind Them. Schatz's Mind Turned Over The Impending Threat. His Pack Was Strong—Many Adults, Each Trained To Defend Their Own, And Lots Of Puppies Who Represented Their Future. Yet, The Grasslands Were Vast And Held Secrets Older Than Any Wolf Among Them.
They Moved In Near-Silence, Their Paws Leaving Barely A Whisper Of Sound Across The Dew-Softened Earth. Schatz Felt The Pulse Of The Land Beneath His Feet, The Rise And Fall Of Its Rhythm, Like The Heartbeat Of Some Ancient Being. Schatzi's Keen Gaze Swept The Landscape, Her instincts Alive With A Sharpness That Rivaled His Own. She Had A Quiet, Unyielding Power, Her Presence Both Comforting And Intimidating. He'd Fought Beside Her In Countless Battles, And Each Time, They'd Emerged Stronger.
Versteckter, Their Son, Walked Closely Behind, His Step Light And Almost Ghostly. He Was Silent, Observing, Taking In Every Detail. Schatz Knew That His Son Held A Mind As Sharp As A Thorn And A Stealth That Set Him Apart From His Siblings. Versteckter Had Inherited The Best Of Both His Parents—Schatz's Strength And Schatzi's Intuition. He Was The Next Alpha, A Leader In The Making, And His Role Today Would Be Pivotal.
As They Neared The Eastern Boundary, The Air Grew Still, Thick With An Ominous Weight. The Scent That Had Caught Versteckter's Attention Was Stronger Now—A Bitter, Metallic Odor That Clung To The Earth Like A Poisonous Mist. Schatz Paused, Lifting His Nose To The Wind, Tasting The Unfamiliar Smell With A Sense Of Growing Dread. It Wasn't A Predator, Not In The Traditional Sense, But It Had An Edge Of Decay, Like Something That Should Have Remained Buried Long Ago.
Suddenly, A Movement In The Tall Grass Caught His Eye. A Dark Shape, Slipping In And Out Of The Shadows. Schatz Crouched, His Muscles Tensing As He Prepared To Strike. With A Swift Signal Of His Tail, He Sent Versteckter Circling To The Left, While Schatzi Moved To Flank Their Unknown Foe From The Right.
The Shape Moved Again, Revealing Itself To Be A Lone Wolf, Emaciated And Hollow-Eyed. Its Fur Was Matted, And Its Eyes Glowed With An Eerie, unnatural light that reminded Schatz of stories he had heard as a pup—Tales Of Wolves Who Had Been Touched By Dark Forces, Neither Fully Alive Nor Dead. This Was Not A Wolf That Belonged To The Grasslands, And Yet, Here It Stood, Staring At Schatz With A Gaze That Seemed To See Through Him.
The Strange Wolf Let Out A Low, Rasping Growl That Echoed Across The Plains. Its Voice Was Unlike Any Sound Schatz Had Ever Heard—A Sickly, Grating Noise That Set His Fur On Edge. Schatz Stepped Forward, His Own Growl A Warning. "Who Are You, And Why Have You Crossed Into My Territory?"
The Creature's Lips Twitched Into A Distorted Smile. "I Am Merely A Messenger," It Whispered, Its Voice Like The Rustling Of Dead Leaves. "There Are Forces At Work Here That You Cannot Comprehend, Alpha Schatz. Forces That Seek The Living, The Young."

A Flicker Of Rage Shot Through Schatz, And He Bared His Teeth, His Voice Sharp And Unyielding. "You Will Not Touch A Single Pup Of Mine. Leave, Now, Or Face The Might Of My Pack!."
The Strange Wolf Chuckled, An Empty, Hollow Sound. "You Will Soon Learn That There Are Fates Worse Than Death, Alpha. Your Pack Has Grown Strong, Yes, But Strength Alone Will Not Save You From The Shadows That Stir Beneath The Grass."
As Quickly As It Had Appeared, The Wolf Slipped Back Into The Tall Grasses, Vanishing Like A Wraith. Schatz Stood Still, His Heart Pounding In His Chest, His Mind Racing. He Could Feel The Chill Left In Its Wake, A Dark Foreboding That Seeped Into The Earth Beneath His Paws. Schatzi And Versteckter Returned To His Side, Their Eyes Mirroring The Unease He Felt.
"Whatever This Thing Was," Schatzi Spoke, Her Voice Low But Steady, "It Won't Be The Last. We Need To Prepare The Pack."
Schatz Nodded, A Fierce Determination Rising Within Him. They Would Fortify Their Territory, Prepare The Adults For A Battle Unlike Any Other. He Would Take Every Precaution, And Leave Nothing To Chance. He Knew That The Path Ahead Would Be Treacherous, But He Would Not Let His Pack Fall. Not To A Mere Specter. Not To Shadows.
As They Turned Back Toward The Heart Of The Grasslands, Schatz's Mind Whirled With Strategies, Plans, And Preparations. The Pack Would Stand United, A Line Of Defense Against Whatever Darkness Sought To Consume Them. With Schatzi At His Side, Versteckter By His Paw, And The Combined Might Of Nintey-Eight Warriors And One Hundred And Nintey Seven Future Wolves, They Would Face This Threat Head-On.
The Grasslands Echoed With Their Howls As They Returned, A Warning To Any Who Dared Cross Into Their Territory. The Zombies Was Ready For War, And They Would Defend Their Home With The Unyielding Spirit That Had Carved Their Legacy Into The Land. The Grasslands Grew Quiet, The Silence So Deep It Felt As If The Land Itself Held Its Breath. Schatz's Muscles Tensed, His Keen Eyes Searching The Shadows That Clung To The Edges Of The Camp. His Mind Reeled With The Echo Of That Strange Wolf's Warning—A Promise Of Darker Things Yet To Come. Moonlight Dappled The Ground, Casting Ghostly Patterns Across The Tall Grass, Which Shivered Like Watchful Sentinels. A Bone-Chilling Breeze Swept Through, Rustling The Blades And Whispering A Sound That Was Almost—But Not Quite—Words. Schatzi And Versteckter Stood By His Side, Their Ears Pinned Back, Their Eyes Narrowed Against The Unknown. They Knew, As He Did, That This Night Marked The Beginning Of Something Grim, Something That Crouched Just Beyond The Boundary Of Sight.
"We Have Faced Wolves From Distant Lands, Even Fought Against The Bitter Cold Of Winter's Wrath," Schatz Spoke, His Voice A Low Growl As He Addressed His Pack. "But This... This Is Not An Enemy We Can See Or Chase Away By Daylight. This Darkness Will Seek To Break Us From Within."
His Pack Stood Tense, Ears Pricked, Paws Rooted In Readiness, Their Eyes Flickering With The Gleam Of Determination. Schatz Could Sense Their Unease, Their Fear Twisting Like Tendrils Beneath The Surface. He Knew That Fear Could Either Bind Them Together Or Tear Them Apart, And Tonight, He Would Ensure It Was The Former.
The Nights Grew Long As The Pack Trained With Renewed Vigor. Schatz And Versteckter Patrolled The Borders Relentlessly, Eyes Scanning For The Glimpse Of Movement In The Distance. They Took Turns Stalking The Outskirts, Listening For The Subtle Shifts, The Murmur Of Hidden Voices In The Wind. Every Sigh Of The Grass, Every Flicker Of Shadows Became A Reminder Of The Waiting Darkness, A Test Of Their Resolve.
Then, On The Night When The Moon Hung High, Fat And Pale Like A Watchful Eye, The Scent Drifted Across The Grasslands. It Was Sour And Sickly, A Stench Of Rot And Earth, As If The Very Ground Had Been Disturbed By Something That Should Have Remained Buried. Schatz Stiffened, His Hackles Rising As He Let Out A Low, Rumbling Growl, Calling His Pack To Him.
As They Assembled, Schatz Caught Sight Of Something Moving Just Beyond The Range Of The Moonlight. A Pair Of Eyes Flickered In The Dark, Cold And Unblinking, Watching Them With A Hunger That Made His Blood Run Cold. Slowly, A Form Emerged From The Shadows, Gaunt And Silent. The Wolf—If It Could Even Be Called That—Stood In The Distance, Its Gaze Fixed On Schatz, As If Peering Into His Very Soul. The Figure Took A Step Closer, And As It Did, Shadows Seemed To Ripple Along Its Fur, Melting And Merging Into The Night Itself. Its Voice Cut Through The Stillness, Hollow And Echoing, A Sound That Raised The Fur Along Schatz's Spine. "Your Time Will Come, Alpha," It Whispered, Barely Audible, Yet Each Word Throbbed With The Weight Of A Threat That Could Not Be Ignored. "You Cannot Outrun The Darkness Forever."

A Terrifying Stillness Settled Over The Pack. Schatz Felt The Weight Of His Packmates' Eyes Upon Him, Felt Their Hearts Beat In Time With His Own, A Rhythm Quickening With Fear And Readiness. He Stood Tall, His Voice Ringing Clear And Strong Through The Night, Cutting Through The Shadows That Encroached Upon Them. "You May Try To Break Us, But We Are Bound By Something Far Stronger Than Your Darkness. Leave Now, And Return To Whatever Abyss Spawned You."

The Creature's Lips Twisted Into A Smirk, And As It Melted Back Into The Shadows, It Left Behind Only An Echo, A Chilling Promise. "We Will Meet Again, Alpha. Sooner Than You Think."

As The Night Swallowed It Whole, Schatz Lowered His Head, Listening To The Rapid Heartbeats Of His Pack. He Knew That The Danger Had Not Passed—That The Battle Had Only Just Begun. But He Also Knew, With A Steadfast Resolve, That He Would Not Stand Alone. With Schatzi And Versteckter At His Side, And The Strength Of His Pack Behind Him, They Would Face Whatever Darkness Came For Them. Together, They Would Stand Unbroken, Unyielding, Against The Night.