This wolf is actively pupsitting - her energy regeneration is paused.
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 | 6 years 5 months (Adult) |
Sex | Female Chased |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Sullen |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 154 |
Pups Bred | 20 pups bred |
Last Bred | 2023-01-18 00:35:47 to Darling â™’ |
Fertility | Low |
Heat Cycle | Pregnant |
Items Applied | None! |
Pair Bond |
Looks | |
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Base | Isabel (0.17%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Light II |
Eyes | Smoke |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Black |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Sentinel |
Markings
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Slot 1 | Cream Elbows (32% : T0) |
Slot 2 | Gray Cape Ticking (57% : T0) |
Slot 3 | White Tamaskan Unders (80% : T7) |
Slot 4 | Brown Stained Limbs (67% : T1) |
Slot 5 | Silver Wings Heavy (56% : T6) |
Slot 6 | Losna Aurora (13% : T3) |
Slot 7 | Black Inuit Unders (73% : T7) |
Slot 8 | Cream Inuit Unders (74% : T7) |
Slot 9 | Brown Dorsal (42% : T0) |
Slot 10 | White Throat Patch (44% : T0) |
Biography
===《✵》===
You feel as though you've been running for years. Heart pounding; blood. Paws desperate; blood. Soaked body; blood. It is yours.
When you finally crash; dead on your heals; the nest is soft and warm. It smells barren; perhaps it was left behind by a stranger. Your breath slows, conscious fuzzy.
Now that you lie down, memories of your childhood return. Trinkets and personals; feathers; or if times were barren, grasses; dead foliage. Familiar smells of nursing and mother; you never thought you'd see them yourself. You'd be dead before then. There is an ooze of anxiety coursing through your fur; unkempt for days, especially around your protruding belly. You had to run. You had no other choice when they found out. Sharp jaws and black shadows, wishing you could say they're behind you now; but that isnt true. But from a foul, painful past arose your future. Though all others have abandoned you for it; they are what you have now; the puppies you expect; they are what you are. Should your partner have survived, they would agree. This you hold close, as you grow weak. Your children will survive. They must. But the pain is great. You feel a huff on your defeated snout, and reluctantly open your eyes to see great grey pupils staring through you, unseeing. A murmur commands you to breathe; in; out. You blink, and he leaves, the agony of your body diminishes; your puppies squirm at your side now.
You might not have survived it if not for the eyes of smoke.
You can smell milk; but it is not your own; in fact it seems you do not have any at all. Pupils grow alert; What has he done? The brown wolf is nursing your young. Her body is full; but his fur is matted and tangled, like yours.
"Why have you taken my pups?" You demand.
"I am not here to take from you anything that hasn't been taken from me."
Your ears flatten, humbled. You know the feeling. You know the anguish that had begun to grip you when you noticed she had taken your pups to her side. Losing them. But not as long as he must have. Let her have a moment of remembrance; it would be cruel to rip puppies away from a parent that no longer has her own, you decide.
"When did you lose them?"
"I was very young. I lost both mothers before I ever could be. Myself, and my own. I never had a nest to shelter me, or a parent who wanted me; as you do; and I commend you for this. You were dying with your children; and I shan't have intervened if you weren't so determined to see them alive despite your mistakes. I have done my part; and you have done yours; with great valiance, and now it is time to let them take that place."
She gestures nimbly to your puppies as you slacken, fatigue ripping the seams of your body, but you fight to hear his words. You feel like there is something missing, but that feeling is fading.
"They will remember you." He promises. Like a lullaby, these words sooth your body. The pang of worry presses upon you. "It is time to rest."
She closes your eyelids with your tongue, and as you have realized her doing; grief breaks you at the knowledge that this is the only time you will ever see your children. Even the threads of what they looked like crack and break into the growing blackness of your mind. But though painful, it is brief; and then you are gone.
===《✣》===
⊗The role she plays is neutral, only to ensure that the safety of young, and they not always can. Exult can be exceedingly cruel, or he can be wonderfully generous; but it is never personal. He is incredibly graceful, yet disdainful. Like most other Divvadae-created wolves, she is a traveler. ⊗
She is a fertility deity who handles all affairs regarding pups and their safety; usually a guardian until they are around 9 years of age. (6m)
Paroxysm wants him as their companion, but Exult is scornful of her approaches.
He is in frequent communication with Sunrise'se, the current Spine Queen.
hmm
i think imma make her my stud mama or at least try, she has a good # of breeds left. Maybe wispify her and find an nbw bino/mela/panda/eye
Chased wolf this wolf will be deleted if chased again yadayadayada
plan
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
Pupsitter
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 63 |
Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
Successful Hunts | 0 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 1 |
Pupsitting Information | |
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Pupsitting Proficiency |
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Total Protection | 100% |