ID #4055950
This wolf may leave due to neglect! Make sure to feed and play with him!
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 | 0 years 8½ months (Adolescent) |
Sex | Male |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Trusting |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 17 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Last Bred | Never |
Fertility | N/A |
Heat Cycle | N/A |
Items Applied | None! |
Looks | |
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Base | Onyx (0.65%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark II |
Eyes | Black |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Lusxnei |
Claws | Lusxnei |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | Black Smudge Heavy (44% : T1) |
Slot 5 | Brown Unders (49% : T0) |
Slot 6 | Red Shaded (41% : T8) |
Slot 7 | Silver Shaded (46% : T6) |
Slot 8 | Brown Smoke (22% : T8) |
Slot 9 | Honey Tamaskan Unders (25% : T7) |
Slot 10 | None |
Biography
The puppy squinted at the Violent One. With his whole appearance, he showed that he did not respect him. Violent reacted to this with a threatening growl. The red wolf cub snapped his teeth in the air as soon as the BlackFace wrinkled the bridge of his nose with anger. Pereyaka, seeing his impudence, was ready to rush from his place, but Peach restrained him. She's so bored! The Cruel One turned away from her, growling. The foster father scratched the blackface's nose with his tongue before going hunting. As soon as the Breask Beaver disappeared along with the reflected sun, the puppy began to think. He didn't have a teenage name because he was still young and his mother gave him that name. BlackFace. This name would suit him if he was a scout, a healer, a hunter. He would even compete with the Harbingers for that name. The puppy with the black muzzle squared his shoulders on his thin back, but only to disappear unnoticed into the darkness of the cave. He liked that name. One day, several groups from the pack began to step on the borders of people, just out of curiosity. The puppy followed his foster mother, who was a scout. He liked being with her because she could take him anywhere with her, even without the leader's permission. After all, Romashka knew. Kamysh was the best of the best, she had experience. She had a lot of experience, she knew where to go, she knew where the tree pointed to deer territories, she knew where it was best to catch birds, she knew where the water was the cleanest, she knew all the surrounding territories. She never made mistakes and knew how to behave. Therefore, the leader trusted her. And so, he followed her and found out everything. He bit everything that moved and stood still. Eventually, one day, when Kamysh was distracted, he managed to bite a curled-up badger that pretended to be asleep. To tell the truth, he got a slight scratch on his eye then, but Kamysh always forgave him. And so, without warning her leader, the scout led her cub into the territory of people. After all, BlackFace had always begged her to go there. She understood that it was dangerous there, but today it was overcast, which means that people will not bother them in such bad weather. A redhead with white spots on her body dived into a clean meadow, the smell of old boots and human hands irritated the wolves, leaving an unpleasant residue in her nose. But when she heard the sound of dog paws, Kamysh stopped. Growling. The dog, which looked exactly like a white fox, but more elongated and with a straight posture, rushed at the scout. The puppy whined and jumped back in surprise. The wolf got up on her paws, began to shake her whole body, after which the dog fell off her back. The wolf grabbed the dog by the black collar and pulled with all his might, cutting one of its neck with his teeth. Silhouettes and screams of people appeared in the distance. Putting his paws on the wolf's chest, the dog strikes with his hind legs. Having successfully freed himself from the predator's grip, the dog rolled over and cowardly ran into the depths of the meadow. The black-faced wolf cub looked in the direction of Kamysh. The scout grabbed him by the withers and carried him back to the hilly valleys. The white dog whined plaintively when he heard the angry shouts of people, now addressed to her. The puppy howled squeakily next to Kamysh, because he wanted to see this beautiful dog again, because he had never seen white dogs. Now the scout refused him for the first time in his entire life. He, who decided that this would not do, went alone to a human meadow on a summer night. He knew now which path he had to choose. It has been raining continuously for these weeks, but today it has subsided, and the fresh grass, all the time reminded the puppy of a white dog. The black-faced man flew headlong from the gentle hill to the meadow. So wet and slushy! The puppy shook himself off with a drop of water. The kid went to the human settlement with a proud gait, trying to find the smell of that dog. Lifting his tail, he smelled a familiar smell worn to the knee. After running along it for half a kilometer, the trail ended. He was now in a state of sobriety. He swings, surveys the area. Alas, there was no edge to this meadow. Even the village was not on the usual horizon. He realized that he didn't know exactly where he was. The baby wearily howled, thinking that his mother would find him. The sun had already begun to ripple across the fetid field. Climbing higher and higher! The puppy went to bed even then, thinking that in the afternoon he would go to look for his home. The infusion of grass lightly touched his ears before he sank into a quite comfortable sleep.
His wool rolled with the ears synchronously, thanks to the wind and the lightness of the fur. It seemed to him that he had found that calmness that had never been in the territory of the pack. He sighed with awe. The chest rose like a wheel. Pulling the paws, the puppy turns over to the other side so that he, too, warms up under the sun. The rays gently kiss his forehead. Finally yawning, the kid realized that there was just an excellent place to rest until he heard rapid breathing. He froze at that hour, even stopping breathing for a second. Two pink noses poked into his neck, causing him to quickly jump to his feet. The cub growled squeakily until he recognized the white dog. And next to her, there was an unremarkable dog with a black mark on his eyebrows and a white spot on his chest. The other dog didn't seem at all pleased with him and growled a warning. Waving his tail merrily, the puppy jumped under the paws of the white dog. The dog looked at his friend in embarrassment and took the puppy off his shoulders. The dog grunted wearily, from which the other dog immediately cheered up and with quick steps began to move into a lawn more cleared of millet.
The puppy tried not to blink, because he thought that he would immediately lose their wagging tails. His leaden eyelids flapped treacherously, and he yawned all the time, because he wanted to sleep a little more. Soon they were on one of the village trails. The white dog barked cheerfully, continuing to open his mouth and stick out his tongue.
A black mutt with cream paws on its paws barked rudely and scratched the old fence after hearing the voice of a white one. The barking was picked up by other dogs. The cub whined fearfully while the two dogs fled the scene of the crime. A white dog, shifting from paw to paw, enters someone's yard, after which, immediately goes to the barn. The brown dog grunted, following her with his eyes, along with the wolf cub. A stocky woman came out of the house after hearing her howl. Grumbling some obscenity, she jumps into the house to come out to her with a bowl full of porridge. There was a lot in the porridge... The puppy hurriedly hobbled to the bowl, thinking that he could. A large woman screamed pointing at the baby.
- Just look at his wolf nose!
A middle-aged man leaned out of the window with a striped fat cat. The man grinned and began to wind up his newspaper, only to throw it at the puppy. Screeching. Tiny rushed to the fence. The black-faced whining hides behind a nearby house under the threshold. He shouldn't have followed that stupid dog! After licking his hind paw a couple of times, he stealthily looks at the path. That white dog is jumping merrily at the feet of a seven-year-old boy, taking away a rag lamb from him. The boy laughs and giggles as he manages to flip the rag to his other hand before the dog has time to grab it. It looks like this dog doesn't even think about blackface. Ptfu! He spits a small fly on the ground, apparently, which flew into his mouth when he caught his breath. Blowing his nose, the baby turns his ear towards the bass voices.
- Tired of these wolves! All the food is stolen from our dogs!
- What are your dogs! They won't die. But one of them steals our chickens.
- You won't die without chickens either.
That guy in linen pants growled, rubbing dog bites on his arm. The offended man frowned and began to drill with his eyes the threshold under which the Black-Faced Man was holed up. The baby even thought that he saw him and cowardly tucked his tail between his paws.
- Did you hear what my Valya said on the day? She was sitting in the yard and heard our neighbor shouting "Just look at that wolf nose." Apparently they have completely lost their fear.
- Well, that's what I say to our chairman. That wolves have bred wow. And he mumbles mumbles that it's dangerous to go to the mountains.
- And if his dogs would have been picked up. Then I would have been the first to ride a pig.
The company laughed merrily. It was no secret that their pack not infrequently attacked their dogs. And even without a reason. Enmity has always been in the genes of pampered southern dogs, so their pack didn't even have to try to track down and incite a horde of weak mutts. The cub whimpered softly, deciding to get away from here as soon as possible.
- From this chairman, we will only wait for death from these packs.
We need to deal with this on our own.
- And where will we get weapons?
- At the post of ukadem - the short man growled, as if embittered like an animal, because of such an obvious question.
- We move out at five o'clock next week. - he clicked his tongue, adjusting his cuffs.
As soon as the malevolent boots took a step towards the threshold, the puppy rushed like a scalded man from the spot. The company goggled in surprise, watching how the puppy paws were lashing towards the meadow. Then he promised himself. That he will hate and kill white dogs and wolves all his life, even if it will be his leader in the future. Clang! A black dog with a red nose and cheeks broke off from a tightrope, heading towards him. Even though it's just a newspaper, the puppy will remember it as something terrible and unbearable. A large dog is thrown over his back. The dog, baring his teeth to the roots, is in front of him. He looks at her sharp fangs in shock, only to scream in horror as soon as she closes her teeth on his muzzle. Slapping his hind paws on her jaw, the Black-faced successfully scratched his opponent across the sky, for a moment unclenching the jaws of the guard mongrel. But even that moment was enough for him to disappear behind the glades.
His wool rolled with the ears synchronously, thanks to the wind and the lightness of the fur. It seemed to him that he had found that calmness that had never been in the territory of the pack. He sighed with awe. The chest rose like a wheel. Pulling the paws, the puppy turns over to the other side so that he, too, warms up under the sun. The rays gently kiss his forehead. Finally yawning, the kid realized that there was just an excellent place to rest until he heard rapid breathing. He froze at that hour, even stopping breathing for a second. Two pink noses poked into his neck, causing him to quickly jump to his feet. The cub growled squeakily until he recognized the white dog. And next to her, there was an unremarkable dog with a black mark on his eyebrows and a white spot on his chest. The other dog didn't seem at all pleased with him and growled a warning. Waving his tail merrily, the puppy jumped under the paws of the white dog. The dog looked at his friend in embarrassment and took the puppy off his shoulders. The dog grunted wearily, from which the other dog immediately cheered up and with quick steps began to move into a lawn more cleared of millet.
The puppy tried not to blink, because he thought that he would immediately lose their wagging tails. His leaden eyelids flapped treacherously, and he yawned all the time, because he wanted to sleep a little more. Soon they were on one of the village trails. The white dog barked cheerfully, continuing to open his mouth and stick out his tongue.
A black mutt with cream paws on its paws barked rudely and scratched the old fence after hearing the voice of a white one. The barking was picked up by other dogs. The cub whined fearfully while the two dogs fled the scene of the crime. A white dog, shifting from paw to paw, enters someone's yard, after which, immediately goes to the barn. The brown dog grunted, following her with his eyes, along with the wolf cub. A stocky woman came out of the house after hearing her howl. Grumbling some obscenity, she jumps into the house to come out to her with a bowl full of porridge. There was a lot in the porridge... The puppy hurriedly hobbled to the bowl, thinking that he could. A large woman screamed pointing at the baby.
- Just look at his wolf nose!
A middle-aged man leaned out of the window with a striped fat cat. The man grinned and began to wind up his newspaper, only to throw it at the puppy. Screeching. Tiny rushed to the fence. The black-faced whining hides behind a nearby house under the threshold. He shouldn't have followed that stupid dog! After licking his hind paw a couple of times, he stealthily looks at the path. That white dog is jumping merrily at the feet of a seven-year-old boy, taking away a rag lamb from him. The boy laughs and giggles as he manages to flip the rag to his other hand before the dog has time to grab it. It looks like this dog doesn't even think about blackface. Ptfu! He spits a small fly on the ground, apparently, which flew into his mouth when he caught his breath. Blowing his nose, the baby turns his ear towards the bass voices.
- Tired of these wolves! All the food is stolen from our dogs!
- What are your dogs! They won't die. But one of them steals our chickens.
- You won't die without chickens either.
That guy in linen pants growled, rubbing dog bites on his arm. The offended man frowned and began to drill with his eyes the threshold under which the Black-Faced Man was holed up. The baby even thought that he saw him and cowardly tucked his tail between his paws.
- Did you hear what my Valya said on the day? She was sitting in the yard and heard our neighbor shouting "Just look at that wolf nose." Apparently they have completely lost their fear.
- Well, that's what I say to our chairman. That wolves have bred wow. And he mumbles mumbles that it's dangerous to go to the mountains.
- And if his dogs would have been picked up. Then I would have been the first to ride a pig.
The company laughed merrily. It was no secret that their pack not infrequently attacked their dogs. And even without a reason. Enmity has always been in the genes of pampered southern dogs, so their pack didn't even have to try to track down and incite a horde of weak mutts. The cub whimpered softly, deciding to get away from here as soon as possible.
- From this chairman, we will only wait for death from these packs.
We need to deal with this on our own.
- And where will we get weapons?
- At the post of ukadem - the short man growled, as if embittered like an animal, because of such an obvious question.
- We move out at five o'clock next week. - he clicked his tongue, adjusting his cuffs.
As soon as the malevolent boots took a step towards the threshold, the puppy rushed like a scalded man from the spot. The company goggled in surprise, watching how the puppy paws were lashing towards the meadow. Then he promised himself. That he will hate and kill white dogs and wolves all his life, even if it will be his leader in the future. Clang! A black dog with a red nose and cheeks broke off from a tightrope, heading towards him. Even though it's just a newspaper, the puppy will remember it as something terrible and unbearable. A large dog is thrown over his back. The dog, baring his teeth to the roots, is in front of him. He looks at her sharp fangs in shock, only to scream in horror as soon as she closes her teeth on his muzzle. Slapping his hind paws on her jaw, the Black-faced successfully scratched his opponent across the sky, for a moment unclenching the jaws of the guard mongrel. But even that moment was enough for him to disappear behind the glades.
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
61 | 59 | 58 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
78 | 86 | 342 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
Above
None equipped!
Below
None equipped!
Puppy Training
Below shows a chart of all stat lessons BlackFace has completed.
Lesson Length | STR | SPD | AGI | WIS | SMR |
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1 hour | |||||
2 hours | |||||
3 hours | |||||
Bonus | |||||
Total | +3 | +0 | +15 | +0 | +0 |
Lessons Completed
Tussling
Beginner Foraging
Hunting Basics
Tussling
Beginner Foraging
Hunting Basics
Currently
Apprentice
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Trained Today? | Yes |
Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
Total Number of Hunts | 2 |
Successful Hunts | 1 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 10 rollovers
Wolf created on 2022-02-06 00:19:50