Alysia

Led Apricity from Wolvden early access launch 9/25/2020 all the way to her retirement day of 11/06/2022. She lived so long due to some long breaks in playing Wolvden. I'm gonna miss her.

Apricity : the warmth of the sun in the winter.

"Loved by All"

Sunlight gently filtered through the budding tree leaves as a group of younger looking merle covered adult wolves raced across a meadow together, their behavior and whines between each other seeming very apprehensive.
At a quick glance, one might assume their mannerisms were due to them being fresh yearlings entering their first spring as true adults. It can inspire a feeling of restlessness. The still crisp morning air held a note of incoming summer warmth, hidden beneath the chill. Already trees were blooming and flora of many colors and shades was sprouting from the earth. A season normally of rejoice and happiness is what spring is, one filled with the guarantee of full bellies for animals of all types and the promise of new blood to be brought to the pack.
If you looked closer or watched for longer, though, you would notice it was more than apprehension of the season weighing over this small group. It was anxiety, a grating feeling that powered their paws forward, but also weighed them down.
They now follow a small stream along the edge of the meadow, their steps beginning to slow. Their soft noises of communication to each other ceases as they reach their destination, a small entrance to a weather-worn cave along the stream's shoreline barely visible. Vines fully greened from the rich stream and already in bloom with pink blossoms drape along the outside.

The smallest female who is covered in varying shades of dappled spots pushes in first with a soft greeting call, her tail wagging gently. Through her vibrant azure eyes, you'd see into the cave. Surprisingly well lit and with a gentle breeze flowing through, due to an opening in the ground further above. Beyond that is a small spring formed from a branched off current of water.

Around the spring and hanging from the crumbling cave walls are more blooming vines and a she-wolf who's fur matches the color of the vine's blossoms. Her chest gently rises and falls, and her muzzle is heavily greyed from age. Her striking ice blue eyes will open to meet the azure eyes of the visitor, surprisingly clear and focused despite the old age written on her body.

Alysia's tail thumps on the feathered bedding she rests in, and she greets her daughter back.
Her daughter visibly relaxes and whines, entering fully while the rest of her siblings file in behind her to visit their mother. Soft whines echo slightly in the cave, tails wag, and relief is visible on all their young faces. They all take turns nose touching to their leader- but most importantly, their mother.

They all lay around Alysia and she relaxes further into her nest, closing her eyes, surrounded by her many loving daughters. They update her on the state of the pack, on the scout's morning reports, and how the spring hunting is fairing. As they speak, the rest of the wolf pack slowly begins to file in throughout the morning, some bringing some food to share. Adolscents of the group, the hunters, scouts. Her oldest children from many suns ago are also present.
The group forms a huddle, with her in the center, and speaks to her, or between themselves. This has been a daily occurrence for this pack for many years, to all gather and socialize together as a pack, with Alysia at the heart, her muzzle graying more every year that passes.
Still, Alysia listens along faintly, her ears perked to her family and a smile playing on her muzzle.

Finally, a very small she-wolf enters the den, pausing in the entrance for a moment- sadness visible on her face as she watches her pack with her leader. Her fur has under-hints of the same pink blossom color visible on Alysia, and she moves as gracefully as a cloud. Her eyes seem to swirl and move as if clouds are truly contained inside them.

Zephyra exhales and enters in, stepping between resting wolves to reach the center. Alysia looks up at the newcomer, and softly whimpers upon seeing Zephyra's somber expression. The storm-eyed female just smiles back gently, and lays with her pelt touching her leader's. The bond between the two glows brightly, running deeper than a mother-daughter bond. They begin to whisper together quietly. Eventually, the den begins to empty out as wolves return to their duties, and Zephyra is soon the only one left. She simply lays there, grooming Alysia's fur until she falls into a peaceful sleep.

She remains for a while before gently standing up and padding to the entrance of the den. Zephyra glances back once to see that her leader's chest is rhythmically rising and falling, a smile visible on her grayed muzzle even in sleep. Zephyra lowers her tail and leaves.

The next morning, Zephyra enters the den first, as she always does every morning without anyone knowing. She wakes up early to watch the sunrise and feel the warmth of it on her fur with Alysia.
She pushes past the hanging vines, preparing a welcome call to her closest friend. She stops short halfway through her greeting, and closes her eyes tightly.
Alysia is still resting there with a peaceful smile on her muzzle, but her chest is no longer rising.


Some lovely art of Alysia gifted from 🌾🐺Charcoal🐺🌾 #65778


Some lovely art of Alysia gifted from Melon #47057


- My first Wolvden lead, created on September 25th, 2020
- Alysia was my original wolf created with my account creation.
- She was fully customized through the Grove for 38GC on the day of creation.
- Used a Base Applicator [Storm] on Alysia (#13258) and changed to the base: Storm. Old base was: Siqoq. 2022-09-11 09:42:57:
- Hit level 20 on September 3rd, 2022, with 727 stats at the age of 5 years 5 months.