ID #8914737
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.
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Sex | Male |
Personality | Sullen |
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Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
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Base | Gray Lighter (1.03%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium I |
Eyes | Puma |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | Bone |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | Spontaneous Blindness |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings
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Slot 1 | Silver Wings (50% : T6) |
Slot 2 | White Inverted Opossum (38% : T8) |
Slot 3 | Auburn Shaded (57% : T6) |
Slot 4 | Liver Wraith (17% : T3) |
Slot 5 | Black Merle Patches (56% : T2) |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Sterling Sallander (52% : T6) |
Slot 8 | White Cross (2% : T1) |
Slot 9 | Nocturne Ghast (18% : T3) |
Slot 10 | None |
Biography
Do not remove the poem, gif, short lore story, and really anything else in his bio.
Do not remove his spontaneous blindness.
Please keep him fed/played enough so he doesnt leave.
Do not block me and try to keep him.
Do not chase him.
Do not add super vibrant decors, I will remove them and send it back to you.
Scars and/or grayscale-ish decors preferred.
Do not remove decors.
Keep him for at least 3-5 rollovers before sending along, send to me if you cannot care for them within this timeframe.
I will recall if he stays in pack for 5-6 days/rollovers.
Short lore section bc I have yet to get his lore added. Use this if looking to write a short story when hosting him.
He lives his life traveling around packs and is quite eager to learn about different pack lifestyles. He's great at entertaining curious and rowdy pack pups.
Traveler wolf thing -
Name/user ID: 43755
Pack name: Stormdown Pack
Date entered: 22/02/2024
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Decors added: Cottonwood Seeds [Scarce]
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Name/user ID: Halowolf999 #141601
Pack name: The Guardian of Stars
Date entered: 7/1/24
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"Who are you?" A Female wolf, pregnant, walks up with a curious tone. "I am Poe." Poe rasps, his voice old from age. "I'm Hunter Grey." The female responds. "Why would you put the role name in front of your name?" Poe questions, following behind the wolf, knowing that she is not aggressive, and therefore not a threat right now.
"It's a pack custom of the Guardian Stars. We put our roles in front of our name to signify our standing in the pack. I personally never understood it, I was raised in a different pack, but it seems to be an important thing." Grey hums. "Are you a traveler?"
"Oh, yes." Poe nods, stilling following Grey. "I can take you to our caves then. We'll have to talk to Lead Wolf Sun Runner about your needs, but I'm sure he won't mind having you stay. Oh, our pack is inside the mountain, by the way, you have to watch where you're..." Grey pauses, and Poe can sense that she is staring at him. "Are you blind?" She tilts her head. "Yes. I've been blind since a moon old." Poe retorts, if he could roll his eyes he would. "Oh. Well, I don't mind. We have two other Blind travelers right now, so it's not unusual. Oh, and there's a blind puppy in the pack too."
Poe thinks too himself for a moment. Grey doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, even helping him out without a word. Maybe....this was nice, before he heads home for his final days...
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The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, me thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
73 | 71 | 71 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
59 | 76 | 350 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Full Moon |
Season | Winter |
Biome | Mountains |
Decorations and Background |
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Background
Raven Cliff
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4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Currently
No Role!
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
Successful Hunts | 0 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 81 rollovers
Wolf created on 2024-08-12 13:00:41