Aʅαʂƙα

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Nicknames: N/A

Pronouns: He/they

Sexuality: Pansexual 

Favorite Activity: Helping Tala pupsit.

Crush/Mate: Tala (Old mate) Nҽʅƚԋყҽɳ (New mate!)

Pups: ATLAS

Other Relatives:

- Mother: Unknown

- Father: Unknown

- Sisters: None

- Brothers: None

- Other: First T* in the pack, applied via losna app from lunar event 6/22/21 applied at 0.05%

- Lore: Alaska had rushed back as soon as he heard. He thought she'd been getting better, she'd seemed so alert when he'd spoken to her before his walk. He'd ventured out under the stars to clear his head, basking in the dim light cast by the full moon. It had been so peaceful, so calming. But then the panicked voice of a packmate reached his ears, they'd sprinted all the way here to tell him that Tala was dying. His heart had dropped, and he left his packmate in the dust without a response. No, that couldn't be true! Anything but this… How could he claim to be a healer if he couldn't save her? The scene that greeted him back at their den made this nightmare a reality, most of the pack was gathered outside with their head hung low. One murmured to him that Alaska had done all he could. Tala was splayed out at the back of their den, her chest barely rising and falling, each breath rattled horribly. Her eyes kept fluttering closed, but then she noticed Alaska at her side. She smiled as he leant down to nuzzle her, and closed her eyes for the final time. Alaska could do nothing but sob into her fur, his legs giving way as he cried out over the loss of his beloved. —- A month had passed since Tala's death, and the full moon loomed in the sky once again. Alaska's grief was still raw, his mourning still fresh. Its pale face mocked him, never would a full moon come without pain for Alaska now. Yet the moon seemed to harness an odd sort of magic, and something within the male told him that Tala was out there somewhere and the moon was the key to reuniting with her once more. He'd ventured away from the pack at sunset, and had been walking for several hours now. Something peculiar was beginning to happen to him however, his body itched and no amount of scratching could quell it. He was quite sure he didn't have fleas, nor did he have mange. What strage tricks was the moon playing on him? Was it the poor lighting, or was his fur tinged with blue? When the night was over he got his answer, his fur had definitely changed colour. Tala did not make an appearance, and so Alaska's heart experienced another sting of failure. The routine continued the next month, when the moon reared its pallid face once again. Once again Alaska's body was ablaze with an insatiable itch, much worse than before. His journey took him high and low, but his plight was hopeless this time around, for he became too distracted by the itch. He almost rubbed his skin raw on tree bark and rocks, but still it would not leave him. He would bite angrily at his legs, drawing blood and achieving nothing. The frustration was enough to bring him to the verge of tears, and seeing the sunrise after hours of this torture made them fall. He had failed once again, and when he looked down at his body, the red bloody skin was now covered in blue scales. Alaska cursed the moon, returning home defeated once more. By the third full moon, Alaska was beginning to think there was something it wanted him to do. What must he give up to get Tala back? He ventured out just like before, and once again he began to itch. Alaska looked up at the moon and spoke, "What do you want from me? What am I doing wrong?" But of course the moon was silent, it stared endlessly, giving no answers. "What kind of cruel joke are you playing?" Alaska yelled, hating the moon and all that it represented to him. Under its light he suffered, under its light he lost. Yet still he ventured on fruitlessly, searching for Tala and finding nothing but the dark and its overpowering loneliness. When the sun rose, tendrils had sprouted from his skin, remarkably like those uon the creatures said to dwell in the land of dreams. Any sane wolf would have given up at this point, but Alaska had resigned himself to his fate, and knew that he'd never stop. Though the fourth month brought the full moon back again, this night it was shrouded by dark clouds. The weight of depression sat heavily on Alaska's shoulders, and unlike the previous moons, he did not itch. His shoulders ached, the base of his tail ached. His journey was a blur to him this night, for he walked pre programmed, the routine had now set in and he did not stray from his previous paths. His head hung low as his spirits, and when morning came he found that feathers had sprouted from his shoulders and his tail. What was he becoming in search of Tala? When would it end? Alaska had no answers, yet each month the moon would beckon him with the hope that one day he would see her again. Alaska︱G1︱Losna︱Custom︱1 GC or 200 SC︱https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/2478676

Friends: N/A