ID #11331307
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Age | 1 year 6½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Male |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Bossy |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Age in Rollovers | 37 |
| Pups Bred | 33 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 11 hours ago |
| For Stud | Yes |
| Stud Price | 1 or 500 |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond |
None
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| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Caribou (0.24%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium III |
| Eyes | Smoke |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Lusxnei |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Piebald: Zerdava  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Deira Ear Tips (52% : T6) |
| Slot 2 | Tuff Cheek Fluff (29% : T6) |
| Slot 3 | Ducat Patchy Unders (24% : T6) |
| Slot 4 | Brown Smoke (13% : T8) |
| Slot 5 | Black Opossum (38% : T8) |
| Slot 6 | Doubloon Patchy Unders (29% : T6) |
| Slot 7 | Auburn Wings Heavy (28% : T6) |
| Slot 8 | Black Inuit Unders (57% : T7) |
| Slot 9 | Cedar Inuit Unders (8% : T7) |
| Slot 10 | Silver Shaded (1% : T6) |
Biography
Studdings Log
1000 SC
Nettlestripe
acid vacation
Dust
Miriam
2 GC
Karka
Hilda
Aoife
Calla
Kouhei
Atsi
Segada
G2 Iridium Yr
Christmas Sale (500 SC/1 GC)
Idalia (500 SC)
Naira (500 SC)
Gen 3 Caribou Female (500 SC)
Notable Pups
2x piebald
1x patches
You aren't sure where you are, or how you came to be here. All you know is that the paths behind and ahead of you are shrouded in fog, obscuring them from view. A tall pile of stones stands in the middle of your path, and you give it a wide berth. For some reason, you'd rather not go near the thing. There's something else, too. You feel a chill, something entirely separate from the mist that clings to your pelt.
You're not supposed to be here.
"Halt." The voice is deep and carries a certain tremor of authority, and your paws are rooted in place. You dimly make out the silhouette of an approaching wolf, and in moments, he stands before you. He is tall, dark-furred, and (though you don't say so aloud) rather handsome. The only thing that breaks the image is the splashes of white on his undersides. It's like nothing you've ever seen before, and it's almost enough to distract you from his piercing gaze.
Almost.
When he takes a good look at you, the wolf's eyes soften, and you can almost see the tension seep out of his shoulders. "Oh," he murmurs, sounding vaguely relieved, "a traveler. I thought you were one of...never mind." Sweeping his own cryptic words aside, he moves closer, head lowered to show you he means no harm. "I am Stagheart of Araven," he says quietly, "but I fear proper introductions must wait. It isn't safe here." His eyes dart about, as if scanning the fog for intruders. There are none...for now. "Redstar does not take kindly to outsiders. There are forces at work here, forces she has somehow brought under her control, though I don't yet have proof of this. The last time I poked my nose where it didn't belong..." He glances down at his white-furred legs with a frown, and you tilt your head curiously. His condition...does he mean to say it isn't natural?
He shakes his head, as if to clear it. "No time for that now. We need to get you away from here. This fog is not natural, and I feel Redstar also has something to do with it. She was never the same after her encounter with the Faelcu. The mist confuses travelers, makes them go astray...but today, it may yet be our saving grace."
He steps away with a quick glance over his shoulder, and offers you a small smile. "Believe it or not, you are not the first to stumble upon her territory. I will guide you to a safe place to wait out the fog, as I have all others. If you follow me, I'll show you what I mean."
Normally, any wolf would think twice about trusting a total stranger, much less one who openly admits to serving a hostile leader. But oddly enough, you feel no fear, not like before. His words, his cadence, his demeanor...everything about this male calms and soothes you, and you find yourself taking a few steps in his direction.
Somehow you know, without knowing, that he will not let any harm come to you.
1000 SC
Nettlestripe
acid vacation
Dust
Miriam
2 GC
Karka
Hilda
Aoife
Calla
Kouhei
Atsi
Segada
G2 Iridium Yr
Christmas Sale (500 SC/1 GC)
Idalia (500 SC)
Naira (500 SC)
Gen 3 Caribou Female (500 SC)
Notable Pups
2x piebald
1x patches
You're not supposed to be here.
"Halt." The voice is deep and carries a certain tremor of authority, and your paws are rooted in place. You dimly make out the silhouette of an approaching wolf, and in moments, he stands before you. He is tall, dark-furred, and (though you don't say so aloud) rather handsome. The only thing that breaks the image is the splashes of white on his undersides. It's like nothing you've ever seen before, and it's almost enough to distract you from his piercing gaze.
Almost.
When he takes a good look at you, the wolf's eyes soften, and you can almost see the tension seep out of his shoulders. "Oh," he murmurs, sounding vaguely relieved, "a traveler. I thought you were one of...never mind." Sweeping his own cryptic words aside, he moves closer, head lowered to show you he means no harm. "I am Stagheart of Araven," he says quietly, "but I fear proper introductions must wait. It isn't safe here." His eyes dart about, as if scanning the fog for intruders. There are none...for now. "Redstar does not take kindly to outsiders. There are forces at work here, forces she has somehow brought under her control, though I don't yet have proof of this. The last time I poked my nose where it didn't belong..." He glances down at his white-furred legs with a frown, and you tilt your head curiously. His condition...does he mean to say it isn't natural?
He shakes his head, as if to clear it. "No time for that now. We need to get you away from here. This fog is not natural, and I feel Redstar also has something to do with it. She was never the same after her encounter with the Faelcu. The mist confuses travelers, makes them go astray...but today, it may yet be our saving grace."
He steps away with a quick glance over his shoulder, and offers you a small smile. "Believe it or not, you are not the first to stumble upon her territory. I will guide you to a safe place to wait out the fog, as I have all others. If you follow me, I'll show you what I mean."
Normally, any wolf would think twice about trusting a total stranger, much less one who openly admits to serving a hostile leader. But oddly enough, you feel no fear, not like before. His words, his cadence, his demeanor...everything about this male calms and soothes you, and you find yourself taking a few steps in his direction.
Somehow you know, without knowing, that he will not let any harm come to you.
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 54 | 59 | 54 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 100 | 95 | 362 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Third Quarter Moon |
| Season |  Autumn |
| Biome | Tundra |
| Decorations and Background |
|---|
Background
Cairn Pillar4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Celtic Cloak [Black]4 uses left
Celtic Astrology [Rock Crystal] - Stag Tiara4 uses left
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Hunter
Hunter | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 134 |
| Successful Hunts | 72 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 14 rollovers
Wolf created on 2024-11-04 23:47:21