Canis Monsteri

Bought for 150 GC worth of applicators.

RMA's used: 12 + More
Applied Abomination Base
Used Various Mark applicators including faulcu, ghost, wraith. ETC.

Total GC Cost (Estimate cause I stopped counting): 250

Profit so far:
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Stud Fees:
1,500
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Lore:
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In the heart of the Deciduous Forest, where the trees loomed like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches intertwining to form a cathedral of shadows, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. It was a realm where life thrived in a delicate balance, and every rustle of leaves whispered secrets of the past. Here, Canis Monsteri once roamed as Poltergeist, a noble wolf revered as the leader of the Halloweds. His pack flourished under his wise guidance, their howls harmonizing with the rustling leaves, creating a haunting symphony that echoed through the woods. But that was before the fateful night when ambition led him to the dark crystal, a relic that would forever alter his fate.

The night was shrouded in an unnatural fog, thick and swirling, as if the very air conspired to conceal the horrors that lurked within. The moon, a mere ghost behind a veil of clouds, cast an eerie pallor over the forest, illuminating the twisted roots and underbrush that seemed to writhe in anticipation. Poltergeist, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a hunger for power, wandered deeper into the woods, his heart racing with the thrill of the unknown. It was then that he stumbled upon the dark crystal, a pulsating artifact that radiated an aura of ancient power. As he approached, two dark spirits, taking the form of wolves, descended from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. They whispered promises of unimaginable strength, seducing him with the allure of power that could elevate him beyond the confines of his noble existence.

Ignoring the warnings that rustled through the leaves like a ghostly breeze, Poltergeist reached out, his paw brushing against the cold, smooth surface of the crystal. In that instant, a surge of malevolent energy coursed through him, twisting his very essence. The transformation was not merely physical; it was a complete obliteration of his former self. The spirits cackled as they soared into him, their voices intertwining in a sinister chant, echoing his newly formed name: Canis, Canis Monsteri.

As the dark magic seeped into his being, Canis felt his muscles swell, his bones crack and reshape, each snap echoing like a death knell in the stillness of the night. His once majestic fur morphed into a matted, bristling mass of black, streaked with crimson, as if stained by the blood of his prey. His eyes, once warm and wise, now glowed with a feral hunger, reflecting a soul consumed by darkness. The noble wolf that had commanded respect and loyalty was replaced by a grotesque beast, a creature of nightmares. Eyes, many eyes, crawled around his body, taking their place and wiring themselves into his brain, granting him a twisted perception of the world. His throat split as many fangs emerged, a long, serpentine tongue unfurling like a dark banner of his new identity.

The forest, once vibrant and alive, became a haunting ground, echoing with the chilling howls of Canis Monsteri. His pack, the Halloweds, watched in horror as their leader descended into madness. The bond they once shared was shattered, replaced by an atmosphere of dread. Canis prowled the forest at night, his senses heightened, driven by an insatiable thirst for chaos. He hunted not just for sustenance but for the thrill of the chase, reveling in the fear he instilled in the hearts of all creatures. One fateful night, he came across a familiar face—a fleeting memory from his past—but the spirits within him recognized it. They descended from Canis's body, greeting the other being with a sinister invitation to join their dark fellowship, and thus, the being was drawn into the shadows.

As the days turned into weeks, the Deciduous Forest transformed into a realm of shadows and despair. The trees, once filled with the songs of birds, now stood silent, their branches twisted and gnarled as if recoiling from the darkness that had taken root. The underbrush, once teeming with life, lay still, as if the very essence of the forest held its breath in fear of the beast that roamed its depths. The vibrant colors of the forest faded into muted shades of gray, the once lively flora wilting under the weight of Canis's malevolence.

Canis's personality morphed into something primal and savage. He became a creature of instinct, driven by a relentless urge to dominate. The wisdom that once guided him was replaced by a brutal cunning, a desire to instill terror in all who crossed his path. He would stalk his prey with a predatory grace, his movements silent and calculated, before unleashing a ferocious attack that left nothing but carnage in his wake. The thrill of the hunt consumed him, and he reveled in the chaos he wrought, his laughter echoing through the trees like a haunting melody.

The Halloweds, once loyal and united, found themselves torn between fear and loyalty. They whispered among themselves, sharing tales of the monster their leader had become. Some spoke of leaving the pack, seeking refuge in the far reaches of the forest, while others clung to the hope that the noble wolf they once knew still resided within the beast. But Canis, now a harbinger of death, paid no heed to their fears. He reveled in the chaos, his howls echoing through the night like a death knell, a chilling reminder of the leader they had lost.

One fateful evening, as a thick fog rolled in, shrouding the forest in an eerie silence, Canis Monsteri embarked on a hunt unlike any other. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow over the landscape, illuminating the twisted branches and the damp earth beneath his paws. He could sense the presence of a lone deer, its heart pounding in fear as it grazed in a clearing, blissfully unaware of the predator lurking in the shadows. With a primal growl, he lunged from the darkness, a blur of fur and fury, embodying the very essence of the nightmare he had become. The forest trembled under the weight of his presence, and the echoes of his hunt would haunt the woods for generations to come, a testament to the tragic fall of a noble wolf into the abyss of darkness.

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the Deciduous Forest, Canis Monsteri stood atop a ridge, surveying his dark domain. The hunt had been swift and brutal, the deer's lifeblood staining the earth beneath him, a reminder of the power he wielded. The thrill of the chase coursed through his veins, igniting a fire that consumed any remnants of the noble wolf he once was.

The Halloweds, now mere shadows of their former selves, cowered in the depths of the forest, their loyalty twisted into fear. They whispered of the monster that had claimed their leader, their hearts heavy with sorrow for the wolf they had lost. Yet, as the days turned into weeks, they realized that the noble spirit of Poltergeist was gone forever, replaced by a tyrant who ruled with an iron paw.

Canis reveled in his dominion, his laughter echoing through the trees like a haunting melody. The forest, once vibrant and alive, had become a realm of shadows and despair, where the cries of the innocent were silenced by the weight of his malevolence. He prowled the woods with a feral grace, his many eyes watching, always watching, as he instilled terror in the hearts of all who dared to cross his path, and his only true loyalists, The spirits and Nobaby followed, whispering into his ears.

The seasons changed, but the darkness that enveloped the forest remained unyielding. The trees, once filled with the songs of birds, stood silent, their branches twisted and gnarled as if recoiling from the horror that had taken root. The vibrant colors of the forest faded into muted shades of gray, the once lively flora wilting under the weight of Canis's reign.

As the years passed, the legend of Canis Monsteri grew, a tale whispered among the creatures of the forest. They spoke of the beast that ruled with fear, a creature born from darkness and ambition, forever trapped in a cycle of chaos and bloodshed. The Halloweds, once a proud pack, became mere shadows, their spirits crushed under the weight of their leader's tyranny.

And so, Canis Monsteri continued to reign over the Deciduous Forest, a dark specter haunting the shadows, a reminder of the noble wolf who had fallen from grace and raised from darkness. The forest, now a realm of nightmares, would forever bear the scars of his transformation, a testament to the tragic fate that awaited those who sought power at the cost of their very soul. In the end, Canis remained a prisoner of his own making, ruling a kingdom of darkness, forever lost to the shadows, his heart as cold and unyielding as the night itself. The forest, once a sanctuary of life, now lay under the oppressive weight of his rule, a haunting reminder of the price of ambition and the darkness that lurked within.