Maxius

ID #11079463

Owned by 🦡 Peri Christmas 🦡
Bred by 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢
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Level	11

Strength *	178
Speed	52
Agility *	104
Wisdom	102
Smarts	53
Total	489

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

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This wolf has been leading Naonuma since 2024-12-20 00:04:02.

Currents
Age	1 year 5½ months (Adult)
Sex	Male
Energy
Hunger
HP
Personality	Trusting

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	35
Pups Bred	9 pups bred
Last Bred	9 hours ago
For Stud	Yes
Stud Price	1 or 350
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	None

Looks
Base	Artemis (0.05%)
Base Genetics	Special Dark *
Eyes	Azure
Skin	Black
Nose	Black
Claws	Black
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	Melanism
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Relaxed

Markings
Slot 1	Shedua Vixen Points (84% : T6)
Slot 2	Amor Inverted Cross (100% : T3)
Slot 3	White Shadow (100% : T3)
Slot 4	Merged Shepherd Heavy (30% : T3)
Slot 5	Gold Gentle Unders (1% : T1)
Slot 6	Opal Shimmer (100% : T3)
Slot 7	Tuff Cape Ticking (47% : T6)
Slot 8	Black Peacock (100% : T3)
Slot 9	White Medium Husky (100% : T1)
Slot 10	Lavender Shimmer (100% : T3)

Biography

When dreams become reality, a lunar king will rise... Is Maxius your dream come true? Find out now! 350 SC/1 GC!

"When dreams become reality, the lunar king will rise."

The light of the full moon was especially bright that night, shining across the earth below and bathing it in a silvery glow. The light, though elegant, was lost upon the tired, hazy eyes that stared unblinkingly at the ground ahead of him.

Blood and Smoke was dying.

Even a Cryptid, born from the flames and ashes of Hell itself, was bound to the toils of the flesh in which it made its home. Blood and Smoke, his true name lost long ago, had reigned over the mortals of Naonuma for over five consecutive years of life. Having taken up the mantle later due to the former King's youth at the time of his arrival, he had been sent to wait- a strange, cold purgatory it had been. But it was one that he, a being of flame and light and heat, found strangely pleasant.

Blood and Smoke was dying.

Just an hour prior to his departure, he had seen the love of his life, his dear Queen Obsidian Edge, be filled by the same fate that was now calling to him. The dying King had been plagued by a strange chant, uttered in a voice he did not know and in a language that he could not recall. Yet when he heard it, he immediately understood what it was telling him to do.

Blood and Smoke was dying.

Leaving behind his beloved home in the heart of the dense coniferous forest, the dying Cryptid wandered north, to a land of cold and light so familiar, yet so foreign. It felt akin to the limbo where he had sat, waiting for his time to rise. The light of the moon had turned from silver to cerulean, yet the male's vision was fading fast. His death pilgrimage was nearing its end. The voice, now many voices at once, had grown louder, almost deafening. He stopped at the top of a cold, lonely hill, turning his dying gaze towards the eternal light of the moon. From his maw, fell the very same words that were now being screamed within his fading mind.

"When dreams become reality, the lunar king will rise."

For several long moments, nothing happened. Smoke remained alone, staring at the moonlit sky. His warm breath fell from his maw in small puffs of mist, the dwindling heat within his body doing little to stave off the chill. Where once he would stand unphased, now he shivered from the cold. And suddenly, when he feared the cold might claim him, a shadow moved.

No, not a shadow. A wolf.

Eyes of a deep, piercing, almost glowing blue gleamed from the darkness. No fur was seen amongst the shadows, for it was as if the wolf himself were a piece of the night around him. He shied away from the moonlight, keeping himself mostly hidden from view. That is, at least, until the clouds above him parted, shifted just enough for Smoke to get a glimpse of this stranger's pelt. It was as though an empty void exploded into being before his very eyes: this wolf had no lightness to his fur color. Nose and paw pads were the same. All of him, was dark. Except for the shockingly bright blue of his lenses. A melanistic wolf.

"You are… the lunar king…" Smoke breathed.

"Indeed. And you, the Cryptid King. The spirits told me to find you." The stranger's voice was like silk over marble- smooth and even, and alluring. Smoke's fading vision homed in on this… shadowy wolf, as best as possible considering.

"I am going to die here, aren't I?" Smoke asked.

The stranger's voice was gentle. "Good king… you are already dead."