ID #6333039
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.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Independent |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Pups Bred | 16 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Amber (1.91%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Dark I |
| Eyes | Green |
| Skin | Apollo |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Melanism  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Sentinel |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | White Mask (28% : T0) |
| Slot 6 | Black Patchy Unders (44% : T1) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
Biography
It takes a lot of guts to raise a pup, even more so when that pup has something a bit "off" about it. When Ichor was first born, supposedly, he seemed relatively normal, apart from being melanistic, but even that isn't too odd. Ichor's melanism wasn't the strangest aspect he possessed, the strangest thing about him was how hungry he always seemed to be. Of course, a growing pup needs plenty of nutrients to survive, but Ichor seemed remain unsatisfied, he grew and all, but the insatiable hunger remained. "Perhaps it is an eating disorder?" Most of his pack members would say, as that seemed to be the most logical explanation in their eyes… however his mother knew that this likely wasn't the case. You see, Ichor was not a traditional wolf, black drool perpetually dripped from his mouth, and inky tears would occasionally stream from his eyes. This didn't seem to phase him much though, and his mother tried to ignore that aspect of her pup and treat him as if he weren't a demonic creature. Unfortunately, this earthborn demon couldn't just be sustained through milk, even before it was weaned. It needed fresh meat… and lots of it at that. Ichor's mother was afraid to leave this thing and it's "siblings" unattended for too long, which did interfere with her role in the pack sometimes. The being she raised as her own pup constantly needed attention. She tried her best to provide for Ichor, but it was no easy task. One day, Ichor's mom left him unattended for a bit too long, and the pup began to roam around like most other pups do. However, this exploration was interrupted by a sudden pang of hunger within Ichor's stomach, with no meat around, Ichor had no choice but to hunt. The hunger pains were so intense, that Ichor didn't even care what he ate, he just had to eat something. The hungrier he got, the more obscured his vision became. Everything had a sort of dark overlay to it, and he could no longer differentiate between prey, and things that weren't prey. Darkness had fully consumed his mind, and he needed to consume something himself just to make the pain go away. Within his mind, there were a few words seemingly repeating over and over again. One of those words was "Kill" and every time it repeated, his sight grew darker. Everything had an inky overlay to it, even the shapes of his own kin were obscured now. The young beast suddenly heard a yelp of pain close by, and he could sense the movement of something that had been injured. He could smell the blood, the fear that emanated from this injured creature, and the black drool from his mouth began to drip more intensely. Without thinking, he charged towards the direction in which the sound came from, his jaws opened wide, eager to feast. He pounced onto his prey and felt its last breath wither away beneath him after he delivered a death blow to its neck. Maddened by hunger, Ichor was oblivious to the fact that this "prey" was an injured wolf… but not just any wolf: It was one of his siblings. Ichor consumed most of his kill, but soon fell asleep. When he woke up, he was horrified to find himself by the partially eaten corpse of one of his siblings. More concerning was that he didn't feel hungry after waking up this time. He put two and two together and realized what he had done. He cried out for his mother, and after some time she appeared. A look of shock, and possibly disgust could be seen in her eyes. She then told Ichor to hide in the bushes while she alerted a pack member of the partially eaten corpse that was once one of his siblings. She made up a lie about coyotes being the ones behind such a travesty and surprisingly, the pack believed her. But Ichor knew the truth, and it horrified him. But… something was wrong, the guilt that should've lasted a lifetime seemed to fade rapidly. There was no sympathy, no warmth, only darkness. He felt a pain in his jaws as his teeth seemed to change and rearrange. While already quite strange, this was only the beginning of his demonic transformation.
As time went own, these hunger pains seemed to become more frequent, which led Ichor to occasionally resort to autocannibalism, for the most part, these self inflicted wounds seemed to regenerate and heal rather quickly, however for the flesh around his mouth, this wasn't the case. This act of self defilement left many of Ichor's teeth exposed, giving him a rather grisly look. These teeth were of an uncanny sort, not resembling those of a wolf all that much. They were almost like those of a human, which was a two legged beast that was behind the deaths of many species, capable of leveling whole forests in a matter of weeks. Humans were almost like a folkloric monster to most wolves, as only a few who had encountered them made it out alive. However, while nobody had seen a human for quite some time, many wolves knew of the odd pup which bore teeth reminiscent of these creatures.
On a cold winter's night, during a time where food was scarce and illness was abundant, a horrid hunger struck Ichor. He looked around the den he was in, searching for any small prey that had come in in hopes of finding food or warmth. He didn't see anything except for his siblings nestled by their mother's side. However, one of his siblings was very sick. It had a terribly infected wound which had gone unnoticed, but was still alert enough to move around, albeit very slowly. Chances are the pup still wouldn't be able to survive the winter regardless of what happened. His sickly sibling wandered out of the den at night, presumably to search for any scraps of food it could find. The pain of hunger was so intense that it nearly cost Ichor to lose balance. Darkness enveloped him as his hunger grew and he followed his sibling out of the den into the night. "So cold…so hungry…" a voice in his head said to him. Ichor trudged out into the snowstorm, hunting his sibling, overwhelmed with hunger and an ever growing darkness within him. Mindlessly, he attacked them. They tried to fight back, but Ichor overpowered them with his seemingly supernatural strength and began his monstrous feast. However, he feared what the others might think if they were to catch him, so he drug the carcass towards a random bear's den, and continued to feed on it. He didn't feel as much guilt this time as he did the first time, as horrible as that was. Suddenly, Ichor felt another pain near his mouth. The corners of his mouth suddenly tore open, an inky black substance dripping from the newly formed wounds. Rather than reeling with pain, Ichor smiled. He made his way back towards the den, making sure to lick the blood from his face and paws to try and hide what he'd done. He then laid near his remaining siblings and mother, who were actually still asleep much to his surprise.
The next morning one of the pack's scouts discovered the barely recognizable remains of Ichor's dead sibling next to the entrance of a bear's den. Obviously they blamed it on the bear who resided in that den, as the place reeked of it. However, it was odd because it was winter, and bears generally hibernated at that time. They just brushed it off though, as sometimes bears do wake up from hibernation if disturbed by humans… or pups that got a little too nosy for their own good.
Despite his excessive eating, Ichor remained relatively gaunt compared to some of his other "siblings", despite this he was still slightly taller and longer than most of them. He always complained about how hungry he was, even after downing an entire elk carcass which led his mother to worry. She had since forgotten about the horrors that her "pup" was responsible for. She took him to Somnium, the pack's herbalist at the time, but he was unable to find the source of the problem despite being greatly gifted in herbalism.
By some miracle, one of Ichor's siblings managed to avoid being consumed by her inky, demonic brother, and the two of them managed to survive into adulthood. Their mother let out a sigh of relief… thinking that Ichor had outgrown his demonic tendencies or had at least gotten them under control. However, unfortunately this was not the case. Though he no longer posed a threat to his sister, he still posed a threat to others. Of course, much to his mother's shock, Ichor managed to find a mate, a melanistic she-wolf named Eris. Faline, Ichor's mother, kept trying to warn her of her son's monstrous nature but she didn't seem to care. Ichor seemed quite happy with Eris by his side… then again his emotions were hard to read, on account of his seemingly eternal grin. Truthfully, Ichor liked to smile, and Faline was certain that he would kill anything that moves, given the opportunity to do so. She feared that those who were born of this demon would grow to be just like him. Unfortunately, she'd soon realize that the half-demon spawn were the least of her concerns. Much to Faline's horror, Ichor seemed to be going through more transformations. He had grown taller and more aggressive… and his appetite had increased as well.
A new found, intense hunger plagued Ichor's mind; it seemed that pups were no longer enough to keep his demonic gluttony at bay. In an unfortunate turn of events, Ichor crossed paths with Seamair's grandson, the firstborn son of Magdalena, while his vision was obscured by an intense hunger. This would be the first time that Ichor had ever killed and consumed a wolf that was not a helpless, unprotected pup… it would be the first adolescent lost to his insatiable appetite. He didn't even stop at just consuming the flesh of the young wolf…he ate every last bit of this poor soul. He consumed everything except a few, now dry, bones, which he had somehow managed to break open and slurp the marrow out of. In a brief time of being seemingly satiated, Ichor decided to take a nap by the bones. When he woke up, Ichor discovered that he his claws seemed to have grown larger, and were shaped in such a way that grasping onto prey would take little effort. The newfound power which surged through Ichor's body was exhilarating… and yet he was still unsatisfied. He felt a familiar pang within his body… a pang of hunger. However these hunger pangs seemed different, as it was a hunger not just for more food, but for more power.
One day, much to everyone's horror, Ichor claimed yet another sizable victim. This victim was his fully grown sister, Seraek. Faline never saw it coming… why had Ichor waited so long? Why didn't he just kill her when they were pups!? It was horrific.
After the premature death of his mate, Eris, Ichor was devastated. More devastating was the fact that her life had been taken by humans, creatures which were rarely seen but always known to be around. He was hungry for vengeance. So, one day, he strategically set up a sort of trap for the human which he knew was responsible for his wife's death. A heartless hunter, hellbent on taking the lives of the creatures which had thrived in this ecosystem for centuries, long before the likes of mankind had ever began to interfere with it. The hunter had a horrid hound, more vicious than any of the animals it had led its owner to, and this mangy mutt had to be dealt with before its master could, as its braying and barking would quickly alert the human of the presence of any creatures that walked into what it deemed to be its territory. Luckily, being a demonic beast, Ichor quickly managed to overpower the hound and deliver a crushing blow to its neck. He tore the hunting dog open from its throat all the way to the base of its tail, disemboweling it completely, and dragged the corpse from the human's porch to the entrance of his cave, making sure that the blood trail was prominent enough to draw the hunter's attention. Just as Ichor had expected, the dumb hairless ape followed the trail. He was exactly where Ichor wanted him to be, looking over his hunting dog's carcass in confusion and terror. Seeing as the hunter was distracted, Ichor leaped onto him and mauled him, enjoying the sounds of the human's dying cries. The human tried to use his fire stick to shoot Ichor, but the wounds he received would not deter the demonic beast in the slightest. As Ichor delivered the final blow to the hunter's skull, cracking it open like an egg, he took a sip of the human's blood. He felt more powerful than he ever had before and let out a howl of triumph as dark tendrils enveloped the human's corpse and pulled it into the darkness of the underworld, where the human's wretched soul would be tormented and provide Ichor with sustenance for all eternity.
As time went own, these hunger pains seemed to become more frequent, which led Ichor to occasionally resort to autocannibalism, for the most part, these self inflicted wounds seemed to regenerate and heal rather quickly, however for the flesh around his mouth, this wasn't the case. This act of self defilement left many of Ichor's teeth exposed, giving him a rather grisly look. These teeth were of an uncanny sort, not resembling those of a wolf all that much. They were almost like those of a human, which was a two legged beast that was behind the deaths of many species, capable of leveling whole forests in a matter of weeks. Humans were almost like a folkloric monster to most wolves, as only a few who had encountered them made it out alive. However, while nobody had seen a human for quite some time, many wolves knew of the odd pup which bore teeth reminiscent of these creatures.
On a cold winter's night, during a time where food was scarce and illness was abundant, a horrid hunger struck Ichor. He looked around the den he was in, searching for any small prey that had come in in hopes of finding food or warmth. He didn't see anything except for his siblings nestled by their mother's side. However, one of his siblings was very sick. It had a terribly infected wound which had gone unnoticed, but was still alert enough to move around, albeit very slowly. Chances are the pup still wouldn't be able to survive the winter regardless of what happened. His sickly sibling wandered out of the den at night, presumably to search for any scraps of food it could find. The pain of hunger was so intense that it nearly cost Ichor to lose balance. Darkness enveloped him as his hunger grew and he followed his sibling out of the den into the night. "So cold…so hungry…" a voice in his head said to him. Ichor trudged out into the snowstorm, hunting his sibling, overwhelmed with hunger and an ever growing darkness within him. Mindlessly, he attacked them. They tried to fight back, but Ichor overpowered them with his seemingly supernatural strength and began his monstrous feast. However, he feared what the others might think if they were to catch him, so he drug the carcass towards a random bear's den, and continued to feed on it. He didn't feel as much guilt this time as he did the first time, as horrible as that was. Suddenly, Ichor felt another pain near his mouth. The corners of his mouth suddenly tore open, an inky black substance dripping from the newly formed wounds. Rather than reeling with pain, Ichor smiled. He made his way back towards the den, making sure to lick the blood from his face and paws to try and hide what he'd done. He then laid near his remaining siblings and mother, who were actually still asleep much to his surprise.
The next morning one of the pack's scouts discovered the barely recognizable remains of Ichor's dead sibling next to the entrance of a bear's den. Obviously they blamed it on the bear who resided in that den, as the place reeked of it. However, it was odd because it was winter, and bears generally hibernated at that time. They just brushed it off though, as sometimes bears do wake up from hibernation if disturbed by humans… or pups that got a little too nosy for their own good.
Despite his excessive eating, Ichor remained relatively gaunt compared to some of his other "siblings", despite this he was still slightly taller and longer than most of them. He always complained about how hungry he was, even after downing an entire elk carcass which led his mother to worry. She had since forgotten about the horrors that her "pup" was responsible for. She took him to Somnium, the pack's herbalist at the time, but he was unable to find the source of the problem despite being greatly gifted in herbalism.
By some miracle, one of Ichor's siblings managed to avoid being consumed by her inky, demonic brother, and the two of them managed to survive into adulthood. Their mother let out a sigh of relief… thinking that Ichor had outgrown his demonic tendencies or had at least gotten them under control. However, unfortunately this was not the case. Though he no longer posed a threat to his sister, he still posed a threat to others. Of course, much to his mother's shock, Ichor managed to find a mate, a melanistic she-wolf named Eris. Faline, Ichor's mother, kept trying to warn her of her son's monstrous nature but she didn't seem to care. Ichor seemed quite happy with Eris by his side… then again his emotions were hard to read, on account of his seemingly eternal grin. Truthfully, Ichor liked to smile, and Faline was certain that he would kill anything that moves, given the opportunity to do so. She feared that those who were born of this demon would grow to be just like him. Unfortunately, she'd soon realize that the half-demon spawn were the least of her concerns. Much to Faline's horror, Ichor seemed to be going through more transformations. He had grown taller and more aggressive… and his appetite had increased as well.
A new found, intense hunger plagued Ichor's mind; it seemed that pups were no longer enough to keep his demonic gluttony at bay. In an unfortunate turn of events, Ichor crossed paths with Seamair's grandson, the firstborn son of Magdalena, while his vision was obscured by an intense hunger. This would be the first time that Ichor had ever killed and consumed a wolf that was not a helpless, unprotected pup… it would be the first adolescent lost to his insatiable appetite. He didn't even stop at just consuming the flesh of the young wolf…he ate every last bit of this poor soul. He consumed everything except a few, now dry, bones, which he had somehow managed to break open and slurp the marrow out of. In a brief time of being seemingly satiated, Ichor decided to take a nap by the bones. When he woke up, Ichor discovered that he his claws seemed to have grown larger, and were shaped in such a way that grasping onto prey would take little effort. The newfound power which surged through Ichor's body was exhilarating… and yet he was still unsatisfied. He felt a familiar pang within his body… a pang of hunger. However these hunger pangs seemed different, as it was a hunger not just for more food, but for more power.
One day, much to everyone's horror, Ichor claimed yet another sizable victim. This victim was his fully grown sister, Seraek. Faline never saw it coming… why had Ichor waited so long? Why didn't he just kill her when they were pups!? It was horrific.
After the premature death of his mate, Eris, Ichor was devastated. More devastating was the fact that her life had been taken by humans, creatures which were rarely seen but always known to be around. He was hungry for vengeance. So, one day, he strategically set up a sort of trap for the human which he knew was responsible for his wife's death. A heartless hunter, hellbent on taking the lives of the creatures which had thrived in this ecosystem for centuries, long before the likes of mankind had ever began to interfere with it. The hunter had a horrid hound, more vicious than any of the animals it had led its owner to, and this mangy mutt had to be dealt with before its master could, as its braying and barking would quickly alert the human of the presence of any creatures that walked into what it deemed to be its territory. Luckily, being a demonic beast, Ichor quickly managed to overpower the hound and deliver a crushing blow to its neck. He tore the hunting dog open from its throat all the way to the base of its tail, disemboweling it completely, and dragged the corpse from the human's porch to the entrance of his cave, making sure that the blood trail was prominent enough to draw the hunter's attention. Just as Ichor had expected, the dumb hairless ape followed the trail. He was exactly where Ichor wanted him to be, looking over his hunting dog's carcass in confusion and terror. Seeing as the hunter was distracted, Ichor leaped onto him and mauled him, enjoying the sounds of the human's dying cries. The human tried to use his fire stick to shoot Ichor, but the wounds he received would not deter the demonic beast in the slightest. As Ichor delivered the final blow to the hunter's skull, cracking it open like an egg, he took a sip of the human's blood. He felt more powerful than he ever had before and let out a howl of triumph as dark tendrils enveloped the human's corpse and pulled it into the darkness of the underworld, where the human's wretched soul would be tormented and provide Ichor with sustenance for all eternity.
The lion, the witch, and the abnormally large appetite of this bitch…
Matlock (#70862)
Inky Dolf- The sould eater.
2023-02-10 20:20:46
Periwinkle (#111741)
@[54485] Hi Bendy! 😃😃😃
2023-09-06 10:38:17
🪵amylog-typist of lore🖥 (#91390)
@[54485] ey its ichor
2023-09-06 10:38:29
MidnightTheWolf🏳️🌈 (#122265)
@[54485] you are just teeth...
2023-09-06 10:38:59
Ichor, the Grinning Demon is stretched out in the shade, enjoying some time to themselves. They greet you cordially.
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 65 | 62 | 58 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 57 | 54 | 296 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waxing Gibbous Moon |
| Season |  Winter |
| Biome | Desert |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
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Above
Skeleton Body Paint [Black]9 uses left
A Demon’s Grin9 uses left
Black Smoke9 uses left
Dark Mist9 uses left
Dark Tendrils4 uses left
Below
Background Error #18 uses left
Background Error #28 uses left
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Wolf created on 2022-12-13 15:53:03