ID #2964968
This wolf is immune to illness for 3 rollovers.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
Currents | |
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Age | 4 years 0 months (Adult) |
Sex | Male Chased |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Dutiful |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 96 |
Pups Bred | 8 pups bred |
Last Bred | 2022-01-08 07:25:21 |
Fertility | N/A |
Heat Cycle | N/A |
Items Applied | None! |
Pair Bond |
Looks | |
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Base | Selene (0.09%) |
Base Genetics | Special Light * |
Eyes | Lumino |
Skin | Lusxnei |
Nose | Bistre |
Claws | Lusxnei |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Sentinel |
Markings
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Slot 1 | Losna Aurora (100% : T3) |
Slot 2 | Luna Points (100% : T3) |
Slot 3 | Ducat Merle (3% : T6) |
Slot 4 | White Merle (62% : T2) |
Slot 5 | Black Dilution (100% : T0) |
Slot 6 | White Blaze (100% : T0) |
Slot 7 | Black Merle Patches (50% : T2) |
Slot 8 | Cream Tamaskan Unders (50% : T7) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | White Gentle Unders (100% : T1) |
Biography
Level 01: (272) 272 - 55/57/52/53/55 (1y 0m)
Level 05: (300) 321 - 61/72/73/56/59 (1y 6m)
Level 10: (???) 432 - 72/102/115/70/73 (2y 3.5m)
Level 15: (???) 607 - 93/163/172/90/89 (3y 6.0m)
Born deep within the earth, he came into being from rock and pressure, gathering the fragments of souls forsaken by the mortals. He solidified into a wolf, as patchworked as the souls he had gathered. He did not know his own name when he emerged into the light until a whisper from death told him.
You are Omen. My earthly son.
Child of death and earth, Omen ferried the broken souls. Their moans of loneliness thrummed in his heart and fueled his tears when he could not sleep at night. There was too much to do. Too many souls to find and shepherd to the afterworld.
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Omen had emerged within the termite-like home of the Red Ridge wolves in the desert. There he met Laacher See and knew it to be a strange creature, one with a fractured soul. Instinctively, Omen knew that this wolf would never be called to the home of the sky. This wolf already belonged to him--as did all other broken wolves. He was their shepherd and they his flock.
After the wolf left him, Omen appeared in flesh and left Red Ridge. He longed for the sea, to smell the salt that he had never smelled, and to touch the white sand, tumbled soft by those waves. Here, in the desert, the sand was coarse and biting.
He ran. Fleet-footed, carried on by an insane desire. The wolves who glimpsed him swore to see a bubble of water, shimmering, streaking across the land. Another god among the mortals? An old wolf chuckled to her grandpups, "It's as if this has become the immortal realm." Gods walked amongst the mortals once more, but she wondered what had the mortals done so wrong that their gods came to meddle in their affairs.
Rumors fluttered. If he looks into your eyes, your soul will be stolen away. If he speaks your name, you can never be called home to the sky. If he touches you, your life will be drained away.
Unlike other spirits residing in the mortal realm, the rumors around Omen were mostly true. His power was granted by death, but the malice that had been attributed to his actions were not true. Omen was simply dutiful. He spent his days wandering the lands, enjoying the living things before taking the forgotten souls of solitary wolves down to be with the earth. He was God of the Scouts and Solitaries.
He would be with them if no one else would be.
He would always call them home. No one would be forgotten by him.
Level 05: (300) 321 - 61/72/73/56/59 (1y 6m)
Level 10: (???) 432 - 72/102/115/70/73 (2y 3.5m)
Level 15: (???) 607 - 93/163/172/90/89 (3y 6.0m)
Born deep within the earth, he came into being from rock and pressure, gathering the fragments of souls forsaken by the mortals. He solidified into a wolf, as patchworked as the souls he had gathered. He did not know his own name when he emerged into the light until a whisper from death told him.
You are Omen. My earthly son.
Child of death and earth, Omen ferried the broken souls. Their moans of loneliness thrummed in his heart and fueled his tears when he could not sleep at night. There was too much to do. Too many souls to find and shepherd to the afterworld.
--
Omen had emerged within the termite-like home of the Red Ridge wolves in the desert. There he met Laacher See and knew it to be a strange creature, one with a fractured soul. Instinctively, Omen knew that this wolf would never be called to the home of the sky. This wolf already belonged to him--as did all other broken wolves. He was their shepherd and they his flock.
After the wolf left him, Omen appeared in flesh and left Red Ridge. He longed for the sea, to smell the salt that he had never smelled, and to touch the white sand, tumbled soft by those waves. Here, in the desert, the sand was coarse and biting.
He ran. Fleet-footed, carried on by an insane desire. The wolves who glimpsed him swore to see a bubble of water, shimmering, streaking across the land. Another god among the mortals? An old wolf chuckled to her grandpups, "It's as if this has become the immortal realm." Gods walked amongst the mortals once more, but she wondered what had the mortals done so wrong that their gods came to meddle in their affairs.
Rumors fluttered. If he looks into your eyes, your soul will be stolen away. If he speaks your name, you can never be called home to the sky. If he touches you, your life will be drained away.
Unlike other spirits residing in the mortal realm, the rumors around Omen were mostly true. His power was granted by death, but the malice that had been attributed to his actions were not true. Omen was simply dutiful. He spent his days wandering the lands, enjoying the living things before taking the forgotten souls of solitary wolves down to be with the earth. He was God of the Scouts and Solitaries.
He would be with them if no one else would be.
He would always call them home. No one would be forgotten by him.
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Decorations and Background |
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Currently
Hunter
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 19 |
Total Number of Hunts | 401 |
Successful Hunts | 154 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 139 |
In current pack for 72 rollovers
Wolf created on 2021-08-16 19:42:09