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Posted 2024-04-10 18:39:09 (edited)
 Hello legends! I've wanted to make an official posting for this for awhile and I've got the motivation tonight, so here we go! Please make sure to read the ENTIRE post before replying! This is not first come first serve, so speeding through won'tย get you anything. |
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Posted 2024-04-10 20:32:25 (edited)
  an additional link to her 2. Supporting wolves pictures   an additional link to him 3. Your wolfs' story Kithara and Casurus' marriage was arranged, and the two of them were aware of this. Yet, the now elderly Queen Rubicund gave the two young wolves all of the freedom to call off the arrangement if neither of them felt it working. How this came around, though, was an amusing story. Beforehand, the Queen had been watching the young couple closely. They adapted well to their new home in The Golden Arcadia, both seeming quite comfortable in their new environment. Even further, they naturally formed a bond, which was more than the matriarch could've hoped for. Kithara, the more capable one of the pair, often lead adventures out into the pack's territory. She appointed herself to being Casurus' "caretaker". Yes, he was slightly older than her, but had always portrayed a sort of scatterbrained personality that often had him wandering, both mentally and physically. He didn't need any actual help, but he indulged in Kithara's care. Originally, this was to humor her, but he eventually found himself feeling more than just friendly warmth towards her. Becoming quite the overthinker the closer he came to adulthood, Casurus was unsure how to handle his feelings. He could never tell if Kithara felt the same, or if she would see him as a goofball of a friend for the rest of their lives. With this being said, he still yearned to tell someone about his feelings. So, he found himself wandering to Queen Rubicund's quarters one evening. Kithara had busied herself with entertaining some pups while their mothers chattered and ate together. It was here that he exposed his true thoughts about his friend to the Queen, who listened with perked ears and a soft gaze. What he did not expect, though, was how her white eyes gleamed with a lively mischief once he was done. "I have a plan to help you both," she grinned, glowing despite her silvered muzzle. "And I have a feeling she'll love it, too." Some days passed before this "plan" was properly introduced to the pair, and the Queen had to hold back her chuckles at their wide eyes and sideways glances. Casurus was more baffled, and he was initially terrified to look over at Kithara, but he was able to release his held breath when he noticed the tip of her tail wagging gently. Had she been safeguarding her own emotions as well? (unknown to him, Kithara had also gone to Queen Rubicund with the same statement, and the Queen is apparently a master matchmaker) After this arranged marriage was stated, the two began acting noticeably different with one another, but in the best way possible. They pressed against each other's sides when they went on their adventures, brushed tails when they passed by in the camp, and exchanged smiling looks every time one caught the other's eye. Oh, how Casurus loved Kithara's unique, beautiful eyes. They were truly smitten with each other. Present day, Kithara is expecting their first litter of pups, and the proud parents-to-be could not be happier. - - - hello there! i absolutely love your art, and i've both bookmarked and gone back to your art thread numerous times before to examine your art! i nearly gasped when i saw you were the poster of this thread ^^' i'm extremely happy just to be able to submit a form, so thank you immensely for the opportunity in itself! as a bit of background, i found a cute little Tempest pup on the TC a while back, and seeing that my current lead was reaching the end of her life, i started making preparations! a little bit after, i just so happened to find another Tempest pup, who i decided to make her mate c: i love them both so much, and i've only had them for a little while  also, really wanted to start some lore for my pack, so thank you again for giving me a little reason to really create some!! (and yes, their backgrounds are 'matching'! :D) additionally, i would absolutely love to go in-depth for certain details/scenes, show you some of my own art, or hear about your characters!! |
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Posted 2024-04-11 00:28:24
 Candytuft Supporting wolf (Best friend/sisterly bond):  HydrangeaStory: Basic Lore Info: Flower lineage, Elemental lore (tw: death of pups, mourning) Alone, the glare of the sun peaks through the canopy, blinding the lost pup. She usually spent her time wandering, since being brought to the enclave. She wasn't fond of the mates that came by to take away the few friends she had made. They were also painful reminders of her previous pack, of the family she didn't get to haveโฆ But now, she finds herself half-awake after resting from trying to find her way back to the enclave. Despite being lost, she was comforted by the flowerbeds surrounding the clearing. There was something about them that spoke to her being, she could feel them. She didn't just feel the soft petals brush her nose, or the crunch of stems under her paws. No, she felt them. The way they softly clung to her pelt, as if longing for her to lay with them. Their hums softly carried in the wind and boldened by the dancing of sunlight. They were alive. Suddenly, the humming stopped. Sensing a disturbance toward the edge of the clearing, she ducked, burying herself amongst the flowers that blended so well with her coat. Staying alert, she listened as two mates softly padded their way into the clearing. Faintly she could sense sadness coming from the female, her mate somber. The flowers ever so slightly bowed, the humming faint and melancholic. Growing closer, she pieced together that the two were likely from a pack nearby, on a scouting mission. The two paused to take in the warmth of the sun. And after a brief moment, the male spoke, "you did everything you could Kimiko," softly said the Male, nuzzling into his mate. Taking a deep breath of the flower-scented air, eyes closed, muzzle to the sky, she spoke "I know. I'm being unfair to everyone who did all that they could. Butโฆ" the air was stilling, holding its breath for her to speak, "watching them take their last little breaths, it hasn't gotten any easier." Dipping his head, leaning his body into hers he lets out a deep mournful breath, "They are in peace." --- ANYWAYS, they end up walking further past the clearing, stopping and taking note of the flowers. And a butterfly lands on the pup's nose, and she sneezes. Her cover is blown, and the two wolves are shocked, then warm to the pup. They ask who she is and what pack she's from, to help her find her way home. The pup answers that she belongs to the enclave, and she holds her head high to evade any pitiful glances. But then she does admit that she's lost. The pair are shocked that she is a long distance away and offer to escort her, and in that time show a lot of interest in her as they get to know each other. Long story short, they talk to Lillemor and take Candytuft home. She gets to grow up with a very diverse pack and in time opens up and becomes far less defensive and reserved. She is imaginative and kind and gets along great with Hydrangea a sarcastic but loyal friend. They can both easily match each other's energies, and they're a breath of fresh air to each other. Candytuft was a pup when Hydrangea was born, so they essentially grew up together. Hydrangea helped Candytuft in mourning when she too lost three of her pups, something that had broken her mother's heart. As her mother, the pack leader, never wanted her to have to experience that hardship. |
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Posted 2024-04-15 14:08:44 (edited)
 nikolai - he him image links to his gallery hosted on imgur. he is a longlasting original character of mine. december's language is imprecise grief he seems to adhere to some distant moral code or forgotten heirarchy of which only he has knowledge, every action - and, in fact, every word - carefully deliberated before performance. it is to this unspoken diety that the silent brute's undying devotion is pledged - not to any other wolf, nor to any pack. although he may have sought shelter among vinmoure, and is ready and willing to give his all for the pack's greater good, his true loyalty rests elsewhere. there are few, however, who can live such an emotionally isolated life without difficulty, and nikolai is no exception. his self-imposed independence is accompanied by hostility toward any who have not - or will not - done him any good. passing strangers or vague acquaintances are met with courtesy, if frigid at best and jaded at worst. the others who run among vinmoure are treated more kindly, as he knows quite well the precarious nature of his welcome there, but he still finds difficulty in anything beyond quiet coexistence. friendship is a strain to initiate, yet not impossible - one need only thaw the first few layers of frost around his heart. will you say the prayer for me? no one ever prays for me his pelt is a chaotic conglomeration of blacks, grays and silvers all half-concealed beneath the white merle pattern that takes up the bulk of his hide. in the days of heavy snowfall, he has no difficulty blending in, so long as he keeps his black underside pressed low and out of sight, or remains among the shelter of dead and dormant trees. his eyes are nearly as pale as the rest of his body, with the faintest blue hue to distinguish them from monotony - striking and bright in contrast to the dark patches that surround them. his left eye is paler, closer to pure white than the icicle tint of the opposite orb. his paler left eye is partially blind, lending its difference in hue; the darkness of the fur around his eyes makes it difficult to see the scar that lines the inner corner. this injury keeps him contained in shade or out of direct sunlight, due to aggravating sensitivity to brightness that didn't abate when the wound healed. his surroundings become incomprehensibly hazy at a closer distance than they do for others - this is, in fact, why he chose to seek out refuge among a pack, begrudgingly admitting he could not fend for himself as easily as once before. his underbelly and chest bear a myriad of other scars, though his thick black fur hangs like a curtain to conceal these from a casual eye. one in particular takes up a large expanse of his ribcage, beaten into his body by the hooves of an elk in its prime. i know the purity of pure despair from every prey carcass or body of a felled enemy, nikolai takes a single trinket. these range from feathers to tooth or claws, gnawed-off ears or fragments of hoof keratin - anything that can be taken from the corpse and kept close at his side. in his days of wandering alone, he would stow these little pieces in whichever temporary densite he dwelled, yet was always forced to move on without them when he continued to roam. now, he implores the shifters of the waterfalls to help him wear the dead things he brings home, feeling more comfortable with feathers pinned behind his ears or animal hides hanging about his frame. if asked, nikolai says that this practice is a way of showing respect to that which gave its life to sustain his own, or to those who fought well in opposition. while this is true, there is another aspect of cnรกmh-cuimhnitheach that he keeps secret - the belief that the spirits of those whose bodies he preserves in part remain flush against his own, bolstering physical and mental strength in exchange for the honor of memorial. where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries months later saw a chance encounter with his brother; nikolai's eagerness for companionship was met with reluctance, though the other brute agreed. each had grown skilled in solitude, yet it seemed only nikolai was weary of its emotional burden. the two spent a brief period side by side, one marked by growing awkwardness and tension. a quarrel over prey felled at a lakeside was quick to become a proper brawl, weeks of suppressed agitation boiling into snapping teeth and swiping claws. nikolai's brother had gotten the bulk of their father's genes, leaving him bigger, stronger, meaner than the mottled wolf. when nikolai tried to flee a losing battle, he was bowled sideways into the water, a heavy paw pinning his head in the shallows. only when blood from his gouged eye turned the waters red did nikolai's brother let him flee, choking on waterlogged lungs and frantic in the face of blindness. he sought out the care of other vinmourian wolves as his eye began to heal, pleading sanctuary in exchange for service and absolute devotion. while he can no longer survive alone, he remains a formidable survivalist, his other senses eager to compensate for partial loss of sight. |
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Then, he had a thought---There were neighboring pack here in the Taiga, and just maybe, his allies would be his council. The first of them was Vrkฤn Aurum, a wolf with a curse that he turned into a gift. The second was Kรณryos Romalus, a humble and wise young wolf that would soon be mated to Ezili Nephthys, the daughter of Kraalosi II's mother's most trusted advisor. But the third, and by far the most surprising, was Irised Primsati, the daughter of an allied Alpha. She would later come to be the catalyst of his pack's prosperity in the Taiga, and as his new mate, join the two packs together as one. So was the beginning of legacy, though very far from the end, as his new reign brought life to the region.  เผบ ๊ชแฅ แ๊ช๊ช ๊ช๊ชแฅ ๊ช๊ช เผป, the wolf with blood of ash and fire.  Ezili Nephthys, daughter of Sentinel, the pack's first stud/advisor, & born with the "curse" of the moon.  Kรณryos Romalus, humble and wise advisor, and mate to Ezili.  Tuatha Dรฉ Eridanus ๐๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ธ๐ท๐ผ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ต๐ช๐ฒ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ต๐ ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐พ๐ผ' ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ต๐ญ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ... ัะฝั ฯัฮนgะฝั ฯฦ ะฝฮนั ฦฮฑัะฝัั'ั โัgฮฑยขั. ัะฝั ฯัฮนgะฝั ฯฦ ะฝฮนั ฯฮฑัั. ัะฝั ฯัฮนgะฝั ฯฦ ัะฝฯัั ะฝั'โ โฯัั. ัฮฝัฮท ฯะฝัฮท ะฝั ฯฮฑั ัฯฯ ฮทgัั, ััฮนโฮฑฮทฯ ั ฯฮฑั ฮทฯ ัััฮฑฮทgัั ัฯ โัะผฯฮทั. ะฝั ััะผัะผะฒัััโ ฦฮนgะฝัฮนฮทg ฯฮฝัั ัยขัฮฑฯั ฯฮนัะฝ ัะฝั ฯัะฝัั ฯฯ ฯั ฯะฝฮนโั ัะฝั ฮฑโฯ โัั ััฮฑัฮฝัโ ฮฑัฯฯ ฮทโ ัะฝัะผ. ะฝั ััะผัะผะฒัััโ ัะฝั ฦััโฮนฮทg ฯฦ ฮทฯั โัฮฑฮฝฮนฮทg ัะฝั โัฮท ฮนฮท ฦัฮฑั ัะฝฮฑั ัะฝั ฯัะฝัั ฮฑฮทฮนะผฮฑโั ฯฦ ัะฝั ฦฯัััั ฯฯฯ โโ ฯฮนยขะบ ะฝฮนะผ ฯฦฦ. ฮนั ฯฮฑั ะฝฮฑัโ, ะฒฯ ั ัะฝัั ัฮทโฯ ััโ. ัะฝัฯฯ gะฝ ะฒโฮนzzฮฑัโั ฮฑฮทโ ฯฮฑัั, ัะฝั ฯฮนฮทััั โฯัโ'ั ฯฮฑยขะบ ัฯ ัฮฝฮนฮฝัโ, ัฮฝัฮท ฯะฝัฮท ฮฑโโ ัััะผัโ โฯัั. ัะฝฮฑั ฯฮฑั, ฯ ฮทัฮนโ ัะฝั ฯฮนฮทััั ฯฦ ะฝฮนั ััยขฯฮทโ ััฮฑั. ัะฝั ฮนยขั โัฯฯ gะฝั ฯฮฑั ฯฮฑััฮนยขฯ โฮฑัโั ะฒฮฑโ ัะฝฮฑั ััฮฑัฯฮท, ฮฑฮทโ ัะฝั ะฝฯ ฮทัััั ฯััั ะฝฮฑฮฝฮนฮทg ฯฯััั ฮฑฮทโ ฯฯััั โฯ ยขะบ ัฮฑยขะฝ ัฯ ฮท. ฮทฯัะผฮฑโโั, ัะฝัั ฯฯฯ โโ ะฝฮฑฮฝั ื ฯ ัั ะผฮฑโั ฮนั ัะฝัฯฯ gะฝ ฯฮนัะฝ ฮฑ ฦัฯ ฯฦ ัะฝั ฮทฯ ััฮนฮทg ัะฝั-ฯฯโฦั ฮฑฮทโ ัััฯฮทgััั ฮฑโฯโััยขัฮทัั, ัฯ โฯฮทg ฮฑั ัะฝัฮนั ฮฑโฯะฝฮฑ ฯัฯฮฝฮนโัโ ัฮทฯฯ gะฝ ฦัััฮนโั ฦัะผฮฑโัั ัฯ ัฮฑยขะฝ ฯฦ ะฝฮนั ะฒัฯัะฝััั' ฯฮฑยขะบั. ะฒฯ ั ัะฝฮฑั ััฮฑั, ฯฯ ั ฯฦ 5 โฮนััััั, ฯฮทโั 2 ฦัะผฮฑโัั ฯััั ะฒฯัฮท. ัะฝั โัฮฑโััั ฯฦ ัะฝั ฯัะฝัั ฯฮฑยขะบั ฯััั ฦฯ ัฮนฯฯ ั. ัะฝัั ฯััั ัฮนััโ ฯฦ ยขฮฑัฮนฮทg ฦฯั ัะฝัฮนั ฯฮนัะฝััฮนฮทg ฯโโัั ะฒัฯัะฝัั ฮทฯฯะผัั, ฮฑฮทโ โัยขฮนโัโ ัฯ ฦฮนฮทฮนัะฝ ฯฦฦ ัะฝั ฯะฝฯโั ฯฮฑยขะบ ฮนฮท ฯฮทั ฦัโโ ัฯฯฯฯ. ััฮนโฮฑฮทฯ ั ฯฮฑั ฯฮทั ฯฦ ฯฮทโั 4 ัฯ ัฮฝฮนฮฝฯัั--- ื ฯ ัั ฮฑ gัฯฯ ฯ ฯฦ ฯฯ ฯั ฯฯ ั ฯโฮฑัฮนฮทg ฮนฮท ัะฝั ะฝฯโโั. ัะฝั ััโ ฯฦ ัะฝั ะฒัััฮนัั ะฝฮนโ ัะฝัะผ ฮฑะผฯฮทgัั ัะฝั ะฒโฯฯโ ฮฑั ัะฝัั โฮฑั ฯฮนัฮทััั ัฯ ัะฝั ฦฮฑโโ ฯฦ ัะฝัฮนั ฦฮฑะผฮนโฮนัั. ฦัฯะผ ัะฝฮฑั โฮฑั ฦฯััะฝ, ัะฝั ฦฯฯ ั ัฯฯ ฮทg ฯฯโฮฝัั ัฯฯัั ัะฝฮฑั ัะฝัั ฯฯฯ โโฮท'ั ฦฮฑโโ ัฯ ัะฝั ัฮฑะผั ฦฮฑัั ฮฑั ัะฝัฮนั ฯััโัยขัััฯัั. ัะฝัั ฯฯฯ โโ โฯฯะบ ฯฯ ั ฦฯั ัฮฑยขะฝ ฯัะฝัั, ัฮนะฒโฮนฮทgั ฮทฯั ะฒั ะฒโฯฯโ, ะฒฯ ั ััฮฑgัโั. ัฯ ัะฝัั ััั ฯฦฦ ฮนฮท ััฮฑัยขะฝ ฯฦ ฮทัฯ โฮฑฮทโ, ฦฮนฮทโฮนฮทg ฮฑ ะฝฯะผั ฮนฮท ัะฝั ัฮนยขะฝ ฯฯฯโโฮฑฮทโั. ัฯ ัะฝฮนั โฮฑั, ัะฝัฮนั ัฯฮนัฮนัั ััฮนโโ ฯฮฑัยขะฝ ฯฮฝัั ัะฝั โฮฑฮทโ, ฯะฝฮนัฯััฮนฮทg ฯัฯะผฮนััั ฯฦ ฯัฯัฯััฮนัั ฮฑฮทโ โฯัฮฑโัั. โฑฟ๊๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ข๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ, ๐ซ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ธ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ถ๐ผ. ลฆเธะณัเธฃแ๊ชฎศดศด ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐พ๐ถ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ป๐ธ๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท'๐ผ ๐ป๐ช๐๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ป๐พ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ต๐พ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ต๐ญ๐ผ. แ๊ช๊ชถ๊ชฎ๊ชปแฅ ๊ชฎฯ๊ซ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ต, ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ธ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐น๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ผ๐ท๐ธ๐. ๐๐ท๐ญ ๐ผ๐ธ ฮฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ต๐ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ต๐ญ ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ผ๐ฝ, ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ท ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ. ัฯฮท ฯฦ ัะฝั gััฮฑั โ๊ชฎแฅ๊ช๊ชแฅ , ะฝั ัฮทโฯ ััั ัะฝั ยขัฯ ัโัฮนัั ฯฦ ฯฮนฮทััั ัฯ ัะฝฮฑั ัะฝฯัั ฮฑฦััั ะฝฮนะผ ะผฮฑั ฮทฯั, ฮฑฮทโ ฮทัฮฝัั ัฮนััั ฯฦ ฯฮฑัยขะฝฮนฮทg ะฝฮนั ฯฯ ฯั ฯโฮฑั ฮนฮท ัะฝั ัะฝฮนฮทฮนฮทg ัฮทฯฯ. Art Details and Info I'm mainly just looking for Kraalosi II to be done, as well as maybe Vrkan, but the others are simply extras! You can do as you please with all of this, I love your art style and can't wait to see if you chose to draw them! If you do choose to make art of him, I can only ask that you consider his horns, antlers, crown, and long fangs as part of him! the rest is decor (rose, necklace, anklet, atmosphere). The only thing with his design that isn't present on him, is the swirl under his eyes--- the link to what I mean can be found here (a long with the plain version of Kraalosi II's image). Can't wait to hopefully see the results! |
 เผบโง๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ ๐โงเผป #65468 |