Elysian

"☄️ ; She/Her | Optimistic - 888"

ID #4579768

Owned by ᴄᴜʀɪᴏ
Bred by Xeli
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This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.

Level	20

Strength	254
Speed	126
Agility	148
Wisdom	242
Smarts	125
Total	895

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

Family

Wardrobe

Currents
Age	6 years 2 months (Adult)
Sex	Female
Energy
Mood
Hunger
HP
Personality	Optimistic

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	148
Pups Bred	12 pups bred
Last Bred	2022-12-05 12:05:06
Fertility	Good
Heat Cycle	In heat for 1 rollover
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	None

Looks
Base	Flint (0.11%)
Base Genetics	Monochrome Medium III
Eyes	Olive
Skin	Black
Nose	Black
Claws	White
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	White Urajiro (70% : T1)
Slot 2	Moonlight Agouti (73% : T3)
Slot 3	White Tamaskan Unders (88% : T7)
Slot 4	Black Smudge Heavy (80% : T1)
Slot 5	None
Slot 6	None
Slot 7	None
Slot 8	None
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	None

Biography

(adj.) heavenly.

♫ : Mile Magnificent - molly ofgeography
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It was a quiet night when Elysian first entered what she would come to know as "the Dreamlands." She could remember how clear the sky was, how even the furthest of stars seemed to come out to play that night, glittering beacons to guide her home. Elysian loved to scout on nights like this, she always took a more "thorough" route when making her way back. The scenery of the Sanctuary's territories graced in the moon's embrace never failed to instill an inexplicable sense of hope within her.
Ah, how she regrets not taking a midday nap earlier, she thinks as a full day's worth of exhaustion hits her. Her strides slowed as the beacons above her were beginning to blur with the void. Elysian considered taking a break to rest- there was little activity tonight, no prey nor predator had been scented, and it wasn't as if she were too far from the pack now, anyway. Surely a quick stop wouldn't deter her for too long, she'd be back home before daybreak... And then she could sleep into the afternoon, and get fresh food from the hunters trips... The plan made the weary wolf grin to herself as she dug a hole in the soft earth near her settling down with a sigh.