Stoirm

ID #4212021

Owned by Callanish
Bred by Unknown
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This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.

Level	20

Strength	918
Speed	217
Agility	283
Wisdom	383
Smarts	317
Total	2118

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

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Currents
Sex	Male Chased
Personality	Combative

Breeding Information
Pups Bred	528 pups bred

Looks
Base	Storm (0.07%)
Base Genetics	Special Medium *
Eyes	Storm
Skin	Black
Nose	Bistre
Claws	White
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Sentinel

Markings
Slot 1	Red Wings (42% : T2)
Slot 2	Auburn Butcher (85% : T6)
Slot 3	Black Smudge Heavy (65% : T1)
Slot 4	Sterling Shaded (33% : T6)
Slot 5	Ducat Tuxedo (67% : T6)
Slot 6	Cream Tamaskan Unders (45% : T7)
Slot 7	Sepia Shaded (85% : T6)
Slot 8	None
Slot 9	Dinar Undercoat (85% : T6)
Slot 10	White Underfur (80% : T0)

Biography

The distant skies are dark, swollen with cloud and thunder, but the last rays of the retreating sun are warm and soothing on the mural of her scars. She can sense the eyes of her pack boring into the back of her skull as they pull farther into the shelter of trees, watching. Stoirm doesn't move, eyes set on the horizon. She knows what's coming. She always does.

With a calm she hasn't felt in her long years, she realises she's ready for it. Has been for a while. A smile curls her lip. It's as rare a sight as a bee in winter, but it feels right. Nothing more fitting for this, she thinks, than a perfect storm. Her lover. Her life. Her legacy.

She closes her eyes, still smiling, waiting for it to take her.

When it pulls at her fur and lashes at her skin, a choir of grief rises from the woods. She looks back at them, one last time. She would never truly leave them. The wind is her breath and lightning her teeth, her blood feeding rivers as well as the earth. And when thunder roars, it is her voice that shakes the earth, for hers is the heart and the soul of the Storm.

[the first ever NBW to reach over 900 strength, she still holds the record for highest strength at 911]

She knows a storm is coming. She always does, long before the others can smell it on the wind. It's an inexplicable yet intimate knowledge—like meeting a strange wolf and recognising a long-lost brother—that lives in the marrow of her bones and the follicles of each hair. When thunder roars and hail pelts the earth, others stick their tail between their legs, but she stands proud and meets it head-on until each and every member of her pack is safe. It's where Stoirm got her name, though most believe it came from her eyes. She doesn't bother to correct the ill-informed. The storm is both her mate and adversary, and so it shall be until both gather their last breath.

Level 1
Strength 54
Speed 50
Agility 52
Wisdom 56
Smarts 50
Total 262

became Lead with lvl 6 and 336 stats
one of Tolmiros' descendants <3 (miss you Ru)