ID #9154575
This wolf is currently on a breeding cool down. She will be able to fall pregnant again in 6 rollovers!
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 | 6 years 3½ 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 | Dutiful |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Age in Rollovers | 151 |
| Pups Bred | 15 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 2024-12-01 04:31:38 |
| Fertility | Good |
| Heat Cycle | On Cooldown |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond |
None
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| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Melchior (0.26%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Light II |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Bone |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Piebald: Torn  |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | White Snout (74% : T1) |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | Black Predator (23% : T1) |
| Slot 5 | Gray Underfur (27% : T0) |
| Slot 6 | Black Back Half Patch (17% : T0) |
| Slot 7 | Black Back Patch (39% : T0) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
Biography
Solis Umbra's Lore
Rubus and Idaeus, the great and almighty big sisters, hadn't visited the pack since they left to travel. It was lonely, having only Shadow and Grey around as family. Because Melchior was the leaders child, she was always treated differently. It was weird, seeing other pups scurry out of her path, chattering with their friends. Melchior didn't chatter or scurry. That wasn't what she was meant to do. Melchior was supposed to hold her head high.
Soon, there was a whispering in her head, calling her. It could've been her own voice, but from stories told she knew it wasn't. Mali Noctem beckoned her closer. "Listen. Follow. Enter." It was time for her to get her name. She was scared - terrified, even - but it was something all pups must do to get the name they'd be called for the rest of their lives. The Mali Noctem was something every pup feared, and Melchior was unapologetically one of them.
Yet, duty called and she padded over to Shadow, holding her head high. "Mother. May I visit the Occultus Antrum?" Shadow turned to Melchior with a knowing glint in her eye. Hiding a smile, she replied. "Sure, follow me."
Melchior ignored her mother's clear disrespect and walked with a purpose behind the alpha. As the two neared the edge of the clearing by a cliff hidden with overgrown ivy, nervousness began to prick at Melchior's paws. Along with the Mali Noctem's voice - "Listen, follow, enter." - now there was her own voice, nagging her, saying "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE YOU CRAZY FLUFF BALL," and of course Melchior was conflicted. Who to listen to?
Before she could choose though, Shadow nudged a cluster of vines aside and revealed a fracture in the stone. The area beyond was unseen, a dark, DARK black concealing everything. "Go on, Melchior," Shadow urged in a gentle voice. "It's not scary once it's done."
Melchior nearly whinged in protest at that stupid statement, but she managed to resist. Instead she marched into the crevice, determined to get her new name. The pitch darkness blanketed her, wrapping around her paws and tripping her up as if it was a solid object. Through the small slit in the stone, a circular cavern opened up, with a small tunnel directly opposite the entrance. Instantly Melchior knew where to go, and the darkness seemed to part for her, sensing she was no intruder, but she had come for her name.
Stepping into the dark, twining tunnel, Melchior began her adventure into the belly of the beast. As she followed the faint path, the shadows became thicker and darker. In the edge of her vision they moved, twirling, reaching towards her. Finally when the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern, one snaked forward and hooked her paw, causing her to trip forward and land in an awkward position.
She stood, shaking out her fur, irritation pricking at her paws. She glanced down at them, her eyes opening wide as she noticed the hole in front of her. It went really, really far down. Shadows pooled out of it, flooding the cave, and the edge cracked, sending a shower of stones down. They never landed.
Melchior, despite the anxious feeling beginning to chill her bones, felt slightly impatient. She already made a mess of things, nearly slipping into the ravine. Nearly dying. The fur on her spine lifted as she realised how close she came to never being seen again.
"One with courage, I see..."
Soon, there was a whispering in her head, calling her. It could've been her own voice, but from stories told she knew it wasn't. Mali Noctem beckoned her closer. "Listen. Follow. Enter." It was time for her to get her name. She was scared - terrified, even - but it was something all pups must do to get the name they'd be called for the rest of their lives. The Mali Noctem was something every pup feared, and Melchior was unapologetically one of them.
Yet, duty called and she padded over to Shadow, holding her head high. "Mother. May I visit the Occultus Antrum?" Shadow turned to Melchior with a knowing glint in her eye. Hiding a smile, she replied. "Sure, follow me."
Melchior ignored her mother's clear disrespect and walked with a purpose behind the alpha. As the two neared the edge of the clearing by a cliff hidden with overgrown ivy, nervousness began to prick at Melchior's paws. Along with the Mali Noctem's voice - "Listen, follow, enter." - now there was her own voice, nagging her, saying "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE YOU CRAZY FLUFF BALL," and of course Melchior was conflicted. Who to listen to?
Before she could choose though, Shadow nudged a cluster of vines aside and revealed a fracture in the stone. The area beyond was unseen, a dark, DARK black concealing everything. "Go on, Melchior," Shadow urged in a gentle voice. "It's not scary once it's done."
Melchior nearly whinged in protest at that stupid statement, but she managed to resist. Instead she marched into the crevice, determined to get her new name. The pitch darkness blanketed her, wrapping around her paws and tripping her up as if it was a solid object. Through the small slit in the stone, a circular cavern opened up, with a small tunnel directly opposite the entrance. Instantly Melchior knew where to go, and the darkness seemed to part for her, sensing she was no intruder, but she had come for her name.
Stepping into the dark, twining tunnel, Melchior began her adventure into the belly of the beast. As she followed the faint path, the shadows became thicker and darker. In the edge of her vision they moved, twirling, reaching towards her. Finally when the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern, one snaked forward and hooked her paw, causing her to trip forward and land in an awkward position.
She stood, shaking out her fur, irritation pricking at her paws. She glanced down at them, her eyes opening wide as she noticed the hole in front of her. It went really, really far down. Shadows pooled out of it, flooding the cave, and the edge cracked, sending a shower of stones down. They never landed.
Melchior, despite the anxious feeling beginning to chill her bones, felt slightly impatient. She already made a mess of things, nearly slipping into the ravine. Nearly dying. The fur on her spine lifted as she realised how close she came to never being seen again.
"One with courage, I see..."
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 88 | 77 | 79 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 105 | 118 | 467 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Full Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Deciduous Forest |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
Above
Arnica Flower Decor3 uses left
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Hunter
Hunter | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 569 |
| Successful Hunts | 494 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 1 |
In current pack for 152 rollovers
Wolf created on 2024-01-15 17:57:51