LORE

In the realm of the Forsaken Woods, where the trees whispered secrets and streams sang lullabies, shadows danced in the twilight. Among these shadows prowled a wolf unlike any other. She was born under a canopy of stars and raised by the cold whisper of the wind, alone and unprotected. The first sounds she heard were the rustling of leaves, the gurgling of water, and the distant howls of wolves—haunting yet alluring. This solitary wolf, with fur the color of silver moonlight, had a name given by the forest: Elara.

Elara roamed the woods alone for many moons, learning the ways of survival. With her keen senses, she fished in the crystalline waters and maneuvered through the thickets. But in the depths of her heart, an ember of longing flickered—a desire for companionship, a yearning for a family. One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of purple and gold, Elara caught the faint sound of howling. It was a chorus of voices, each one weaving together the essence of belonging and unity.

Following the call, she ventured deeper into the woods until she encountered the Shaden Conflux, a pack of wolves renowned for their strength and loyalty. Their leader, Daepyth, was a majestic figure, her fur a tapestry of shadows, dark as a rock's sheen surface . Her Sapphire eyes bore wisdom and warmth, and when she looked upon Elara, there was neither fear nor hostility—only a flicker of curiosity.

"Who walks upon our territory?" Daepyth called, her voice carrying an air of authority tempered with intrigue.

"Elara," she responded boldly, despite the fluttering in her chest. "I come seeking a place to belong."

Daepyth regarded her for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Then you shall show us your worth."

As weeks passed, Elara earned her place among the Shaden Conflux. With each feed and hunt, alongside her new family, the warmth of connection replaced the chilling emptiness of solitude. Yet, it was Daepyth who captured her heart the most. She embodied strength and courage, her spirit fierce yet kind, guiding the pack through every storm. Their friendship deepened with each shared sunrise, yet Elara kept her feelings hidden, uncertain if such emotions could intertwine with her duty and loyalty to the pack.

One moonlit night, something stirred within the pack—a silence that crept over the woods like an impending storm. Pups were restless, their whimpers echoing in the dark. As the pupsitter, it was Elara's duty to soothe them. With tender steps, she approached the den, illuminated by a gentle glow of fireflies dancing just outside. The young ones nestled together, shivering from the chill that lingered in the air, while the leadership hovered anxiously, aware of an approaching threat.

"Elara," Daepyth spoke, her voice low as he joined her. "They sense the shadows creeping closer. We must be vigilant."

"Then let me watch over them tonight," she suggested, a newfound determination sparking within her. "I will guard them while you prepare for what looms."

Daepyth met her gaze, a hint of admiration softening her features. "You possess a brave heart, Elara. Your spirit ignites hope."

From that night forward, Elara became the protector of the little ones. She devised games to keep their spirits high and stories of ancient wolves, weaving spells of wonder that temporarily banished the darkness encroaching their lands. Though she reveled in these moments, her mind often beckoned to the shadows—Daepyth and the other warriors preparing to face the threat looming just beyond the horizon.

Then one fateful night, the forest erupted in chaos. An evil pack emerged from the north, hungry and vengeful, driven by a desire for territory. Terror gripped the Shaden Conflux, but amidst the fear, Elara stood resolute, her heart beating for those pups nestled within the den.

"Stay here," she instructed the pups. "I will protect you with my life."

The little ones watched, eyes wide with admiration and confusion as Elara sprinted through the underbrush toward the sound of howls, her own voice rising in defiance.

"Stand down!" she cried, mustering every ounce of courage. The invaders paused, caught off guard by the spirit of a lone wolf. Elara was but a flicker amidst a storm, but her bravery ignited something within her pack.

Daepyth appeared beside her, pride shining in her eyes. "Together we fight, Badhuphen."

The name struck her like lightning—a name she had never known, but it resonated deep within her soul. In that moment, she realized it was more than just a name; it was a destiny. Badhuphen, Giver of Life—Elara had found her purpose.

With Daepyth at her side, they surged into the fray, rallying their pack. The shimmer of moonlight illuminated their fierce determination as they fought with an unbreakable bond. Elara's heart raced with exhilaration; she was no longer alone; she was part of something grander than herself.

After a fierce battle that stretched through the night, the Shaden Conflux emerged victorious. The threat retreated, tails tucked and spirits crushed, while the dawn broke, washing the woods in golden light. Elara, breathless and bruised but alive, returned to the den, where the pups awaited her.

"You're a hero!" one little pup cried, leaping toward her, eyes glimmering with adoration.

"Indeed, she is," Daepyth added, her voice deep with respect. "Badhuphen, Giver of Life—you have proven your strength, your love, and your loyalty."

As he spoke, the pups gathered around her, and Elara felt a warmth wash over her; she was no longer just Elara—the lonely wolf of the woods. She was Badhuphen, a name that echoed with purpose and love.

Under the canopy of stars and the watchful glow of the moon, Elara—or Badhuphen—had found not just a pack but a family, illuminating the shadows of her heart forever.

things to note
1. Badhuphen and Daepyth are not together.
2. Badhuphen is a loved member of the pack now.

INTERACTIONS

You're not sure if Badhuphen, Giver of Life is baring their teeth at you as you approach. You blink and the snarl is gone, and they take a step back each time you try to get closer. Well, no use trying to force it.