Old Pack Dynasty Records
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Posted 2024-06-20 12:17:17 (edited)
YEA DUDNT KNOW THE PICS WOULD ACT UP Hveiti  "Morngarde's first ever healer, Hveiti has healed his shield siblings time and time again while also communing with the Gods. He took in Skuld as his successor due to the three eyed wolf's knowledge and skill. Sirona has accompanied the healer, as they have the same ideas and mindset. His advice is valued by every wolf and is highly respected." Date of Death: 2/11/24 Cause of Death: Old Age - Passed in his sleep, Sirona and Omen by his side. Stats- 461 Fastúlfr  "One of the original members of Morngarde, Fastúlfr became the second pupsitter shortly after Hunang did. The pups enjoyed talking with him, asking him curious questions about the world like, "why do squirrels live in tree?" or "how do you stalk prey?" While the wolf loved taking care of the pups with the other pupsitters, he often found himself getting tired. Tired of just.. making sure they didn't get in trouble. He was getting up there in age - he wanted to teach them the ways of the wolf. So, he brought up the idea of being a mentor to Yrsa, Aran, Hveiti, and Hunang - considering she was the first pupsitter. "It's a smart idea. When we have to teach pups, I often find myself pulling hunters from their parties to teach. We can't afford that." Aran said with a nod, meeting every wolf's gaze that was in the meeting. "Fenrir would want us teaching the pups the way of the wolf," Hveiti added. This drew heyas of agreement. Yrsa looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. She stepped forward and placed her muzzle on top of Fastúlfr's head. "Let every wolf here know that from now on, with the guiding paw of Fenrir, you will be Morngarde's first lærer - teacher." He closed his amber eyes as Yrsa stepped back for a moment before looking at all of them. With a bow of his head, he spoke in a low, gruff voice. "Thank you, my Jarl. I won't let you or Morngarde down." Died 2/14/24 Cause of death: Old Age Stats-325 Ari  "One of the original hunters of Morngarde, Ari was a Stalker in the hunting parties until he stepped away from being a hunter due to an injury. He now mentors the pups with Fastúlfr, teaching them the ways of the wolf." Died 2/25/24 Cause of death: Old Age Stats- 349 Snær  "A wolf that joined shortly after the founding of Morngarde, Snær used to be a hunter and a scout, before retiring and passing on her scout role to Sigrid." Died 3/09/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 394 Nifl  "One of the original members of Morngarde, Nifl was a quiet yet reliable chaser in the first ever hunting party led by Aran. She had no kids nor mate, as Morngarde was the only family she needed." Died 3/09/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 480 Rjómi  "A chaser part of the first ever hunting part of Morngarde. Rjomi takes her role very seriously, and one can tell she does by the way her muscles ripple under her thick pelt when she runs, the way she sprints towards the prey. This she-wolf, while often willing to fight anything, is truly loyal. She is bonded with Bein." Died 3/14/24 Cause of Death: Old age Stats- 457 Viđr  "One of the original members of Morngarde, this strong wolf was one of the two original scouts before becoming a hunter. He is mates with Logi, and the adopted father of Vona." Died 3/18/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 494 Bein "A Red-Eyed Stranger It was hard, looking the way he did. He didn't fit into the undergrowth as his snowy white fur gave him away to everything with eyes. His pack cast him out. They called him the Snow-bringer, thinking he was to bring death and cold. They considered his appearance a bad omen. Someone that displeased the Gods. So, Snow-bringer left with a heavy heart that turned to one of anger and hurt. How could they do this to him? He had proven himself, hadn't he? He hunted, he supplied them with everything he could. Snow-bringer was hurt, deeply. He, of all wolves! Did they even know he was? He traveled with a heavy heart for the next two years, wondering into the mountains. It just so happened that Snow-bringer ran into one of Morngarde's hunters, Rjomi. They were both hesitant and suspicious of each other at first. Who was this wolf to dare snarl at him? His blood red eyes were..unsettling to her, it seemed. With a growl, she brought him back to Morngarde. Snow-bringer was fascinated by the pack, even if it was smaller than his previous one. Caves lined the mountain wall, all whilr protected and hidden by tall, intimidating trees. Rjomi came to a halt outside of a den in the middle of the clearing and called out for her 'Jarl'. A graceful, stoic looking she-wolf appeared from the den, adorned with silver jewelry. Her amber eyes moved from Rjomi to the albino. "You've brought a new nykommer. He looks lithe, agile." She noted, watching Snow-bringer carefully. He sighed and took a step forward. "I have no where to go. My pack cast me out, calling me a bad omen. If you are to consider me a bad omen, so be it." He said with a weary tone. He was so tired of traveling. The jarl was quiet for a few moments before looking from Rjomi, Aran, then back to Snow-bringer. "What is your name, nykommer?" There was that strange word he didn't understand again. He let out a low huff, sounding annoyed a little. "Snow-bringer. Or so they called me." "No longer is it Snow-bringer. Here, you are not a bad omen. Morngarde could always use more wolves." Was.. he being accepted? That easily? Surely, there had to be some sort of catch. These wolves would really take him? "I'll do whatever it takes," He said with a determined nod. The Jarl smiled at him with approval, before padding over. Snow-bringer tensed as she rested her muzzle on his head. "May the Gods be my witness, your old name is no more. You are now called Bein, meaning Ivory in our tongue." Bein.. it was wonderful. It took weeks for him to prove himself. The jarl, Yrsa, welcomed him in but everyone was still wary of him, especially Rjomi. Until, she warmed up to him. Of course, Bein took longer to learn to speak Norse and understand the Gods but it was nice, being part of a family that accepted you. He was a hunter now. He had a purpose. He was no longer a red eyed stranger. CRINGEEE Bonded with Rjomi" Died 3/21/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 575 þorn  "The first ever breeding male of Morngarde." Died 3/27/24 Cause of death: Loneliness 😔 Stats- 540 140 Pups bred Logi  "One of the original members of Morngarde, Logi is the first scout, besides her mate Viđr, who is now a hunter. She and Viđr had a litter of three puppies that unfortunately passed a few days after they were born. They're adopted Vöna." Died 3/27/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 624 Hunang  "One of the original members of Morngarde, Hunang was the first to take upon herself the role of Pupsitter. She is often sought out for advice by the mothers and pupsitters." Died 4/16/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 304 Aran  "Like the ancient runes, our love is etched into the fabric of destiny, a tale told in symbols profound." "Sem fornar rúnir, er kærleikr vorr innskrifaðr í örlaganeti, sögur sagðar í táknanna djúpu." Died 4/19/24 Cause of Death: Hunting accident Stats- 491 Tinna  -add lore Died 4/26/24 Cause of Death: Heart attack Stats- 437 Polaris  -ADD LORE Died 5/01/24 Cause of death: Crushed by a tree Stats- 459 Einrœnn  -ADD LORE Died 5/09/24 Cause of death: Hunting accident Stats- 497 Fenrir  Sun Eater "Destined to eat the sun Born of Loki cursed by Odin Trapped in the body of a wolf He awaits end of the world" "He fought valiantly but was Defeated and bound by rope Even so he ate the hand of Tyr" "Now he waits for Ragnarok Soon he will be free To wreak havoc on the heavens And to eat the sun" Died 5/22/24 Cause of death: Unknown Stats- 790 115 pups bred Skeever  "Skeever came from a far off pack to the harsh wilderness of Skyrim in search of adventure and treasure. Probably cheese too. WIP" Died 5/23/24 Cause of death: Rat poisoning Stats- 362 |
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Posted 2024-06-20 13:02:41
 Being the daughter of the Jarl brings a lot of responsibility and eyes watching your every paw step. As a daughter, Glôa must prepare for when it's her time to adorn the title of Jarl, if she does. It's a lot for a young she-wolf, especially when everyone expects something from you. "Hveiti keeps telling me the Gods have yet to reveal all that's in store for me. Sometimes, I get impatient. I try to be dutiful but I'm ready to see what's in store." Now, her mother has sent her out to learn from others so she can see what life is like from every side. Perhaps you can help teach her. -----‐------> Username: ୧⍤⃝💐 ᴍɪꜱꜱ.ᴡᴏᴏꜰ ୧⍤⃝💐 Pack: Angel Warrirors Date Joined: 6/12/2023 Date Left: 8/12/2023 Who is Luna? = link Incase Luna gets deleted from the game (how she looks like) = link.. Story/Lore: In the heart of the sprawling wilderness, where ancient trees touched the heavens and the whisper of the wind was the only sound, there walked a she-wolf named Glóa. She was a traveler by nature, her paws carrying her through countless forests and over countless mountains. She was no ordinary wolf, for Glóa carried within her a special gift—a deep connection with the natural world and the creatures that inhabited it. One fateful day, Glóa was drawn to the scent of pine and moss that wafted on the breeze. It led her deeper into the forest, where she stumbled upon a pack of wolves. Their fur glistened like the moonlight on fresh snow, and their eyes were the color of midnight skies. They moved in harmony with the rhythm of the wilderness, and their presence was nothing short of majestic. Over time, Glóa made her presence known to the pack, careful not to intrude on their territory. She approached them with respect and humility, using the language of the wild - growls, yips, and body postures - to communicate. The pack, sensing her non-threatening nature, allowed Glóa to draw closer. Among these wolves, one stood out to Glóa. She was a vision of grace and strength, her coat a tapestry of Belgium chocolate, her eyes like pools of liquid obsidian. Her name was Luna, a name that seemed to shimmer with the very essence of the moon. Her howl was hauntingly beautiful, as it captivated her preys souls and paralyzed them, to her advantage she was the best and the youngest hunter in the pack. Glóa shared stories of her own pack and where she came from, regaling the wolves with tales of distant lands and exotic creatures. In return, the foregin pack taught her their ways—the art of hunting, the secrets of survival in the harsh wilderness, and the importance of family. Luna, in particular, became her closest friend, and they roamed the forest together under the silver glow of the moon, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Glóa told her that she's the heir to her own pack and Luna promised her that when Glóa will take rule, she will become her right paw. And that she will serve her always. But Glóa knew she was not meant to stay within this specifc pack forever. Her restless spirit yearned for the open road, and she felt the call of distant horizons. The pack who's name was never told, set her off to her new adventures with a ceremonial howl as Luna shifted her tail from one position to another trying to tell Glóa that she will miss her, but wishes her good luck in her future plans and missions. -----‐------ Username: Sköll Pack: Crystal Ambersy Date Joined: 12/8/23 Date Left: 12/10/23 Story/Lore: Glóa made her way to her second pack. Crossing through the dense forest, to the high mountains. The Crystal Ambersy sat on top of a large mountain. The she-wolf had never experienced the mountains before. She put her paw carefully down each step. She heard the wolves howl, in unison, and her heart pace quickened as she wanted to experience this pack. As she climbed, her paw was sliced by a sharp rock sticking out. After a few minutes of licking her wound, a she-wolf approached. Its amber eyes watched Glóa take a step back. The wolf motioned for Glóa to follow, and showed her an easier path up the mountain. They had reached the top, wolves were all about, tending to the multiple puppies who had just been born. The chocolate amber-eyed wolf, who had herbs and crystals strung to her fur. She smelled of lavender. "My name is Solaris, I'm the herbalist. let me fetch my alpha and then I'll tend to your wound." the wolf spoke very muffled as she had many different flowers between her teeth. Glóa nodded. A monochrome wolf with vines wrapped around her approached. The wolf was very tall and muscular. She smiled down at Glóa. "Welcome, I'm Accalia. Recent promoted Alpha." The two talked for a bit, Accalia used to be a traveler when she was around Glóas age. The herbalist grabbed the hurt paw and began wrapping leaves and herbs. It stung. Solaris introduced Glóa to the other wolves. She noticed these wolves trained throughout the day. This pack was on a constant cycle of doing this. Before the sunset, the pack gathered in a circle around a large rock with bright flowers growing from the ground. It seemed to be a grave. The pack sat and watched the sunset, and placed small gifts around the grave. One of the packs' hunters, Mead, leaned towards Glóa. "We do this every new moon for the wolves who have passed. May they rest in peace." The moon rose, the pack let out howls and yips. Glóa joined. ------------ Username: Swirellia Pack: Avian Talons Date Joined: 13/12/23 Date Left: 15/12/23 Story/Lore: Glóa found herself walking behind a white she-wolf, after getting caught trying to hunt a Snowy Owl in the Avian Talons territory. Apparently, according to the white she-wolf, hunting Snowy Owls are forbidden in their territory. The she-wolf's name was Tundra Swan, daughter of the pack leader, Snow Owl. They reached the pack's camp and Glóa was sitting on the camp's clearing, waiting for Tundra Swan to call the pack leader. A moment later, Snow Owl finally appeared, perched on her back was the Snowy Owl that Glóa had tried to hunt before. "What brings you to our territory?" Snow Owl asked. Her tone was friendly and welcoming. "I'm a traveller, looking for packs to learn more about them" Glóa replied. "Oh, then would you like to stay in our pack and learn about our traditions?" Snow Owl offered. Glóa, eyes gleaming with excitement quickly agreed. "Of course! I'd like to learn about your pack. My name's Glóa". "I'm Snow Owl. Welcome to the Avian Talons pack". Snow Owl then leaped onto a rock, howling at the sky. The other wolves started to gather and sit around Glóa, surrounding her. Underneath the large rock where Snow Owl stood, sat 7 wolves. Glóa wondered why they were sitting there, and why the other pack members were bowing their heads to them. Tundra Swan stood beside Glóa and whispered, "Those are the eight pack founders, they formed the Avian Talons pack way before I was born". Glóa stared in awe of the 8 wolves standing before her, their pelts shining from the sunlight. Then, one of the wolves stood up and approached Glóa. It was a brown she-wolf, her fur had a pleasing flowery fragrant. "This is the pack herbalist, Eagle The Keen Eyed. She can locate all kinds of herbs in a second with her keen sight". Tundra Swan explained once again. Eagle shot Glóa a friendly smile, feathers in her jaws. She skillfully weaved a Jay Feather behind Glóa's ears and two more Grouse feathers on the back of her neck. "This is a tradition in our pack, all travellers are gifted feathers. So wherever you go, you can always carry the memories of your days with the Avian Talons pack". Glóa graciously accepted the pack's gift for her. Together, the pack showered her with welcoming songs of howling, so that Glóa can remember the joy she felt when the entire pack cheered for her arrival. To their delight, the Snowy Owl cheered with them, letting out a loud screeching sound. "Look at that. The Snowy Owl seems to like you. It screeches during ceremonies to bless your safe travels." Tundra Swan told her. Glóa dipped her head out of respect to the Snowy Owl, and it dipped its head in return. -----‐------ Username: Nonamewolf Pack: Noname Pack Date Joined: 15.12.2023 Date Left: 17.12.2023 Story/Lore: With the songs of the last pack still in her mind, Glóa wandered through stranger territories again. After arriving in the Taiga, she saw something in between the trees that looked like fur. Curious about the blue-ish tone the fur had, she followed it cautiously. After a while the clump of fur barked seemingly annoyed and asked her why she had been following all this time. Feeling caught - and having her sneakiness skills hurt - she mumbled about her being a traveller. The grumpy owner of the fur was in fact a wolf. To be exact, it was Blu, a hunter of the Noname Pack that had just seperated from his group to look for something. His mood brightened up as he heard about her profession and told her to follow him. On their way, they found what he was looking for: an accessory from the herbalist that had gone lost. When they arrived at the den site - full with wolves, many of them with blue-ish fur and three red and purple eyes. It looked rather scary but she reminded herself that they are also wolves. Glóa talked to the leader Delilah and was offered a short stay which she happily accepted. She enjoyed walking through the caves, watching the crazy amount of puppies and talking to the wolves. She even met another traveller named Tokala there. At the end of her stay, Glóa was gifted the accessory she found with Blu. She accepted it as a way to remember this lively pack, thanked them all and left for another adventure. Died 5/25/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 393 Nutaralak  "The shadowy pup, Nutaralak, an Inuit name. Darkness incarnate, in Cnitharian form. Given as a gift from a distant pack, Northern Whisper, he now resides with Morngarde." Died 5/26/24 Cause of death: Protecting pups from a loner Stats- 641 |
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Posted 2024-06-20 13:09:18
 Shadows crept around him, whispering and growling every now in then. They were in the forms of lithe wolves - Faelcu. The shadows talked of all the knowledge in the world, if Skuld simply obeyed their bidding. It was enticing. Though as the wolf grew older, the Faelcu became like family to him, even if they were a bit.. demanding. One night, with a glance over his shoulder, the three eyed wolf left his pack to look for the answers to all the questions that swirled around in his mind. Though he often returns home from time to time due to Hveiti growing older, he still yearns for more. Will you feed him the knowledge? Or will you guide him back to Morngarde? YOU CAN KEEP HIM 3 DAYS MAX AD: https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/8746352 A young pup, with the growing ability of foresight, has left to go looking for knowledge. Will u take him in? FC! -----‐------> Username: blacklight Pack: Fenrir's Fallen Date Joined: Date Left: Decor Added: None Story/Lore: (between spoilers because L O N G) -----‐------> Username: •ᏉᎥᎧ• Pack:Winters Veil Date Joined:8/2/24 Date Left: 2/11/24 Decor Added:None Story/Lore: !! apologies to user, former herbie had died !! After receiving a message from Morngarde, Skuld and his Faelcu companions hurried home. Hveiti had passed in his sleep, succumbing to old age. It broke his heart along with the rest of Morngarde. "No.." Skuld whispered softly, tears threatening to spill over, as Viđr, Fastúlfr, Aran, and Eirœnn carried the old wolf's body on their shoulders. He let out a low howl and others began to join in. Sorrow washed over his very being and he felt his eyes blur as tears began to build up, threatening to spill over. Omen rushed to his side, pressing herself against him to steady the healer. wip Died 5/28/24 Cause of death: Old age Stats- 596 Valkyrie  "Your wolf now displays a new pose variant! Go and see Valkyrie (#8566363)! I love this gal sm A warrior. Fitting for this lively she-wolf. When Valkyrie was first stumbled upon, she was fighting with Rjomi over a deer that Rjomi's hunting party had brought down - the same deer Valkyrie had been tracking. Aran and Nifl had to tear the two females away from each. The two snarled and thrashed, fur bristling. "It was ours first, you-" Rjomi snarled an insult in old Norse. Aran smacked her muzzle as Bein helped Rjomi to her paws. Valkyrie wiggled free from Nifl's grip, the adolescent's body covered in bite and claw marks. She backed up a little but remained on guard, teeth bared. Viđr began to speak to her softly, trying to persuade her to come to their healer for treatment. She declined with a bark. She was already suspicious of them as is. With force and much reluctance on Valkyrie's part, she was brought to Hveiti, who treated her wounds. Ok, I'm getting lazy She soon grew to like Morngarde, fell in love, had a puppy, BAM I just love her sm." Died 5/30/24 Cause of death: Protecting Morngarde territory Stats- 602 Sigrid  -ADD LORE Died 6/6/24 Cause of death: Heat exhaustion from desert Stats- 1031 |
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Posted 2025-04-13 10:18:52
  🌠 Chased Wolf - Will be deleted if chased again. Chased by Nayatiuh #69448 Father: Anuris Mother: Taseta With ӨDIП overseeing the ordeal, Jordbær had to organize, coordinate and help the group move an entire fallen log out of the den. Tiny pups lack the strength on their own, but cooperating as a team can get things done! Gently, Jordbær put some medicine on Hreinn's cut like ӨDIП showed him. ӨDIП wagged his tail in approval once Jordbær had finished. Jordbær was confused when he could catch the same scent in several spots, but ӨDIП's smirk explained it all. It was one of those tricky lessons and Jordbær did everything to prove he was smart enough to track prey effectively. It was a long journey, traversing through the land to reach the mountains. Odin, though the All-Father, experienced exhaustion in this mortal form that he had taken on. His paws dragged in the snow, as if they were made of rock, while his one good eye was narrowed against the harsh, swirling snow. Just a little farther ahead, he swore he could see the faint shape of a tree line. Shelter. With a soft growl, the wolf dragged himself to the tree line, where the snow fell less harshly. His fur was ruffled, the white and blue a mess of dirt, blood, and snow. He was a God.. THE All-Father. Why was he suffering? Curse this mortal body.. He thought to himself as he leaned against a thick, sturdy fir tree. Odin's exhaustion and complaints distracted him from the growing scent of wolf. With a sudden blink of his one good eye, Odin soon found himself slowly being surrounded by something in the trees' shadows. A howl rang out, soon joined by others. "Show yourself!" Odin snarled with authority. No one stepped forward. The All-Father growled and his hackles rose. Who were these wolves?! A wolf stepped forward from the shadows, ridden with scars and silver jewelry dangling around their face. An amber eye narrowed at him and he raised his head, showing he wasn't scared. "Do you know who I am?" He barked, lifting his muzzle with defiance. The scarred wolf - a female from the smell of it - chuckled, as though she wasn't fazed. "You smell of the heavens. We know who you are." The she-wolf shrugged her fur cloak so it shifted to be more comfortable on her back, briefly revealing the muscular frame underneath. Hm. A possible threat. The she wolf barked out a command in old norse - "Geirr! Valkyrie! Bein! Viđr! To me. We have a guest." - to which Odin took a step back, the raven on his back crying out a warning. As wolves stepped out of the shadows, Odin planted his feet, fur bristling. "Calm down, All-Father." said the albino male, Bein, as he carefully approached Odin. "We have someone who wishes to see you.." WIP Stats: 408 Age: 6yr 10 and a half months Died: 03/28/24 |
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Posted 2025-04-13 10:21:25
 "Like the ancient runes, our love is etched into the fabric of destiny, a tale told in symbols profound." Stats: 491 Age: 7yr 1 and a half months Died 4/19/24 Cause of Death: Hunting accident |
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Posted 2025-04-13 10:26:50
 Born on Xmas 2023 Omen greets you with a far away look in their eyes and you can see hundreds of thoughts dancing behind their pupils. Despite changing topics rather abruptly at least a few times, you enjoy your conversation with them. Stats: 375 Age: 7yr 6m Died: 07/25/24 |
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