Methuselah

Meet Methuselah! https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/3345534 NIB Melanistic Clover Saeculorum | G4 | +900 stats | 1 or 250

The Seer

Methuselah arrived during a time when the veils between worlds were thin. When Bronagh threatened the Coigreach pack, opening portals to Na Gàidheil, and the moon opened rifts to the Dreamlands he wandered this land. He belongs to none of these realms but travels freely between them seeing the past, the future and the present. He is The Prophet and Speaker of Tongues.

Arrival

Methuselah had felt drawn away from his pack. He always had. Ever since he could remember, he could feel a tugging, hear a calling in his heart, his soul, leading him away from the dense forest of his homeland towards the distant mountains. When he came an adult he began searching for the source of this call.
During his search, he stumbled across a pair of females. The first was a pale blue and crowned with glowing blue crystalline orbs. The second was pure white, an albino, with a rich green cloak embroidered in a delicate gold pattern around the edges draped across her back and secured with a golden pin. "Who are you?" the pale blue female asked and the beautiful albino female stared at him intently. Methuselah had been expecting that question, from their scents he knew he had pasted their pack's boundary markers an hour before. What he hadn't expected was the lack of fear in their curiosity. Most wolves when he came across them snarled, claiming him to be a bad omen with his pure black fur and glowing violet eyes. Perhaps those wolves had thought him the source of the mysterious occurrences occurring across the land.
The she-wolves looked at him expectantly and Methuselah realized he never answered the first female's question. "I'm Methuselah," he said. "Well, Methuselah," the second female said trying his name on her tongue, "What brings you to the Moriah mountains?"
"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," he replied.
"Oh?"

He saw a spark light in the albino's eyes as the first female smirked at him and for the first time in his life, Methuselah felt the call move. But it didn't. He could still feel the tug at the same spot it had been all this time but it was fainter, quieter. Instead, these females were the new source. Or sources, rather. Their tugs weren't as strong and the feeling of the whole was divided between them. But their tugs were closer, louder. "How are you doing that?!" Methuselah blurted out, feeling uneasy that what was once constant had changed. "What?" the albino female asked.
"That! Whatever you're doing!"
"This?" the pale blue female asked, her eyes flashing pale blue before closing them, so quickly that Methuselah almost wondered if he imagined it. She inhaled deeply and the orbs in her crown shone brighter. She opened her eyes, now their normal white, and exhaled cool, blue moonlight as spots of the same pale light began to glow on her fur.

Methuselah turned to the beautiful albino in disbelief at her companion's abilities, only to find a small yellow orb hovering above, almost whispering in, her right ear. Abruptly, the albino she-wolf looked at him. and demanded, "Come with us." The pale blue she-wolf looked at her companion, stunned. "Really?" "Yes, Celeana, really," the albino she-wolf said, her eyes never leaving Methuselah's. Methuselah hesitated, it wasn't right to follow a pair of females within their own territory. "I am Sabriel, our pack's Interpreter of Tongues, and this is Celeana, our pack's heir. We are of the Moriah, and you must follow us. Please, Methuselah," the beautiful albino, Sabriel, said, pleading with him.

Notes

Melas Produced: 11 (as of 02/06/25)

Your chosen wolf's fur slowly turns green, as small sprouts of clover start to combine with individual hair strands. ~ Clover Base, Nov 22/21

Your chosen wolf feels a small growth creeping over their fur! ~ Clover Lupos, Nov 25/21

Your chosen wolf blinks in confusion as something chilling happens to its eyes. ~ Saeculorum, Nov 25/21

Cost: 40gc

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