ID #5995315
This wolf is currently on a pair bond cool down for 17 rollovers! She can't form a new pair bond until then!
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Age | 3 years 0½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Neutral |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Age in Rollovers | 73 |
| Pups Bred | 4 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 2023-02-08 09:41:30 |
| Fertility | Good (54%) |
| Heat Cycle |
In heat for 2 rollovers  |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond |
None
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| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Annwn (0.06%) |
| Base Genetics | Special Dark * |
| Eyes | White |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Lusxnei |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | Brown Unders (53% : T0) |
| Slot 3 | Black Dorsal (35% : T0) |
| Slot 4 | Brown Chest (12% : T0) |
| Slot 5 | Beige Low Bottoms (8% : T0) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Limbs (65% : T1) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | White Tamaskan Unders (21% : T7) |
| Slot 10 | White Inuit Unders (32% : T7) |
Biography
CURLING FERN & arnica the cù-sìth
[she/her] the fourth herbalist; daughter of cpire srack and dusk frost; champion of terras
Stats [At Birth]: 328 [ 67 / 68 / 69 / 64 / 60 ]
Stats [At Age-Up]: 399 [ 70 / 68 / 69 / 104 / 88 ]
Level 5: 439 [ 74 / 70 / 70 /124 / 101 ]
Level 10:
Level 15:
Level 20:
Costs
Total: 55 SQ
It happened so long ago that most don't remember. The changes were so small that no one noticed. But she noticed, the daughter of the earth. First, it was the subtle shift of her fur, red with green undertones. The tiny clovers that hid in her fur.
She always seemed to listen, to speak, to see things that were not there. Spirits, she said. Demanding for her to find someone. To not trust the wind, the sun, the moon, or the water. It made no sense, but soon she learned to shut her mouth.
"Firefly."
The demand in that one word, her name, made her turn. Her namesake bobbed like stars on the lake's surface, casting tiny balls of light in the reflection. She spat out a bundle of herbs she'd been gathering for the herbalist, Clover, and waited. The wolf's pale eyes touched Firefly's clovers and barely managed not to flinch. Barely.
"Clover," she replied in a similar tone.
"Those herbs don't grow here," they clipped.
Firefly patted the little curls of arnica and burning bush absently. The curl of power that she'd released ran through her in a soft whisper. "I know," she murmured, watching the other's reaction. There was none, other than a small shake of a head.
"You need to stop with these," they lifted a paw to gesture, "tricks."
A flash of anger before she chilled it. "Power," Firefly corrected, "not tricks."
Clover snorted. "Come. The King needs to speak with you."
They didn't even wait to see if she'd follow, just left.
You could be free, if only you listened, champion. The voice grated on her nerves, like a rock rolling down a mountain. Firefly closed her eyes, frowning. It wasn't a spirit; she knew their breathy, strained voices too well. This sounded too full like it was twenty voices speaking at the same time. Slowly, she followed in Clover's pawsteps.
🍀
That night, her dreams were mixed visions, as always. A sword forged of the sun. A mace of moonlight. Some strange wolf creature, that was made of plants. A wolf made of earth and dust, and one made of pure flame. They spoke to each other, one with the harsh voice of before, and the other unknown. But this time, the one of the earth spoke to her directly.
Come to me, little champion. I need you now. And bring that tiny scrap of a wolf with you. A small snippet of a pale yellow pup.
Arnica? Firefly thought, but the question tore apart as soon as it appeared in her mind.
There was a harsh growling from the one of fire, and the one of earth nodded impatiently. Find the flame, little champion.
[she/her] the fourth herbalist; daughter of cpire srack and dusk frost; champion of terras
Stats [At Birth]: 328 [ 67 / 68 / 69 / 64 / 60 ]
Stats [At Age-Up]: 399 [ 70 / 68 / 69 / 104 / 88 ]
Level 5: 439 [ 74 / 70 / 70 /124 / 101 ]
Level 10:
Level 15:
Level 20:
Costs
- Spiral Bracelet [Silver]: 15 SQ
- Celtic Astrology [Emerald] - Vine Vesture: 15 SQ
- Celtic Astrology [Opal] - Ivy Growth - 15 SQ
- Base Applicator [Annwn]: Received From Storyline
- 2 Marking Applicators: 0GC - Won From Raffles - Brown Chest in Slot 2 / Black Limbs in Slot 7
Total: 55 SQ
She always seemed to listen, to speak, to see things that were not there. Spirits, she said. Demanding for her to find someone. To not trust the wind, the sun, the moon, or the water. It made no sense, but soon she learned to shut her mouth.
"Firefly."
The demand in that one word, her name, made her turn. Her namesake bobbed like stars on the lake's surface, casting tiny balls of light in the reflection. She spat out a bundle of herbs she'd been gathering for the herbalist, Clover, and waited. The wolf's pale eyes touched Firefly's clovers and barely managed not to flinch. Barely.
"Clover," she replied in a similar tone.
"Those herbs don't grow here," they clipped.
Firefly patted the little curls of arnica and burning bush absently. The curl of power that she'd released ran through her in a soft whisper. "I know," she murmured, watching the other's reaction. There was none, other than a small shake of a head.
"You need to stop with these," they lifted a paw to gesture, "tricks."
A flash of anger before she chilled it. "Power," Firefly corrected, "not tricks."
Clover snorted. "Come. The King needs to speak with you."
They didn't even wait to see if she'd follow, just left.
You could be free, if only you listened, champion. The voice grated on her nerves, like a rock rolling down a mountain. Firefly closed her eyes, frowning. It wasn't a spirit; she knew their breathy, strained voices too well. This sounded too full like it was twenty voices speaking at the same time. Slowly, she followed in Clover's pawsteps.
🍀
That night, her dreams were mixed visions, as always. A sword forged of the sun. A mace of moonlight. Some strange wolf creature, that was made of plants. A wolf made of earth and dust, and one made of pure flame. They spoke to each other, one with the harsh voice of before, and the other unknown. But this time, the one of the earth spoke to her directly.
Come to me, little champion. I need you now. And bring that tiny scrap of a wolf with you. A small snippet of a pale yellow pup.
Arnica? Firefly thought, but the question tore apart as soon as it appeared in her mind.
There was a harsh growling from the one of fire, and the one of earth nodded impatiently. Find the flame, little champion.
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 67 | 68 | 69 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 64 | 60 | 328 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waning Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Tundra |
| Decorations and Background |
|---|
Background
Overgrown Car3 uses left
Decorations
Above
White Clovers9 uses left
Celtic Astrology [Opal] - Ivy Growth4 uses left
Celtic Astrology [Emerald] - Vine Vesture4 uses left
Herbalist's Backpack [Plain]9 uses left
Spiral Bracelet [Silver]4 uses left
The Sídhe: Cù-sìth4 uses left
Bundle o' Herbs Decor9 uses left
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Herbalist
Herbalist | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 6 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
| Successful Hunts | 0 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 74 rollovers
Wolf created on 2022-11-10 18:59:48