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Veilleurs de nuit pack lore

Veilleurs de nuit pack lore
Posted 2022-02-17 20:40:01 (edited)
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Veilleurs de nuit pack lore



Chapter one; Veilleurs De Nuit
Chapter Two; Alaska
Chapter Three;
Chapter Four;
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Posted 2022-02-17 20:57:08 (edited)
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Veilleurs De Nuit


After a long war, a small pack was formed of the last survivors known as 'Atlas' and 'Aggie' and there puppy Lezra, not long after the war had ended and Aggie had her puppy she had discovered the bullet wounds in her leg and knew she didn't have much time left, so she ran away. Leaving everything she ever loved, Atlas and Lezra. Lezra had never wanted to be the leader or repopulate a pack so she decided to run away too. Atlas was left on his own, he had never felt such a feeling before but then when a beautiful female had entered his life known as 'Tala' a smaller sized female with a black coat and orange eyes, she had shown him all about this world he was living in and even helped him find some new pack mates. From there Atlas, had found his place in the pack, a leader, but when his time was coming he let the child of his two newest pack mates be his heir, Alaska and Tala, they were beautiful lovers and had never split till the end, Tala's death. Atlas ll had soon taken over the pack in hopes to find his mother's spirit, but everytime he had tried, each full moon, his father would always come back covered in blood and something strange would grow on him, first starting with his fur color changing next scales had grew, then tendrils and then the last time he had came back with feathers?! He had never saw his mother outside of his pup hood, dying a unfulfilled death, he had lost two important wolves in his life, his mate Ime and his mother Tala, "Why are you like this?!" he cried out to the moon before his death, until the hours came, the moonlight kissing his fur and his heart slowing down until it stopped "Maybe ill find mom now.." the last words he could get out as blue tears ran down his face as he walked towards the light seeing what it could offer him. The moment had came and Atlas ll's time was over, the pack had no leader, no queen, as if it was falling to pieces until a majestic creature had came along, Bob. A rather darker coated female, her eyes black and inky and a halo had followed her no matter where she had gone, it was rather dark tho instead of gold, she had inherited the pack from her father Atlas ll, she had been gone for some time after being sold off into other packs, she had only ever been surrounded by males, she knew what they had truly wanted and how to truly pleasure the males, every litter of puppies she had since a teenager she would kill on the spot, she never wanted to have puppies again. Crawling from pack to pack in pain, hiding from the males and healing until she had discovered her true pack; Veilleurs de nuit. She finally felt like she belonged somewhere, she had only two males ever allowed into her pack, her grandpaw, Alaska and her scout Plagg, Alaska had never really been in the pack, rather out searching for his long lost lover, and Plagg would search around biomes making sure it was safe for the pack and reporting it back to Bob, before long a beautiful female had caught the eye of Bob, she had worn glasses, piercings, eyeliner and a bandana. She had new everything about healing and herbs there was to know, but there was something different about Heather, the goddess of fertility, she was able to make another female pregnant with just a brush of her fur. Bob had taken a good liking for Heather and gladly welcomed her into the pack, before long Heather had became quite popular in the pack and even taken a liking back for Bob. Bob had felt all her worries and trauma melt away around Heather. After coming back with some herbs, Heather had a special gift for bob, a black sage, placing it in front of Bob and promised a better life and a better mate than her last packs. Bob had accepted the offer and 4 days later, Bob had a family she had never even thought she'd have before, it was her, Heather and there child Vexi for the most part, Heather would teach Vexi about plants and nature well on walks with Bob. As Vexi grew up, she had taken the role of being a pack hunter, she had loved the pack and her parents and wanted to help in as many ways as possible. Over the years, the pack had grown to be a strong female-only pack, providing for their pups, themselves and even other packs.

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Posted 2022-02-17 21:32:24 (edited)
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Alaska

Alaska had rushed back as soon as he heard. He thought she'd been getting better, she'd seemed so alert when he'd spoken to her before his walk. He'd ventured out under the stars to clear his head, basking in the dim light cast by the full moon. It had been so peaceful, so calming. But then the panicked voice of a packmate reached his ears, they'd sprinted all the way here to tell him that Tala was dying. His heart had dropped, and he left his packmate in the dust without a response. No, that couldn't be true! Anything but this… How could he claim to be a healer if he couldn't save her? The scene that greeted him back at their den made this nightmare a reality, most of the pack was gathered outside with their head hung low. One murmured to him that Alaska had done all he could. Tala was splayed out at the back of their den, her chest barely rising and falling, each breath rattled horribly. Her eyes kept fluttering closed, but then she noticed Alaska at her side. She smiled as he leant down to nuzzle her, and closed her eyes for the final time. Alaska could do nothing but sob into her fur, his legs giving way as he cried out over the loss of his beloved.


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A month had passed since Tala's death, and the full moon loomed in the sky once again. Alaska's grief was still raw, his mourning still fresh. Its pale face mocked him, never would a full moon come without pain for Alaska now. Yet the moon seemed to harness an odd sort of magic, and something within the male told him that Tala was out there somewhere and the moon was the key to reuniting with her once more. He'd ventured away from the pack at sunset, and had been walking for several hours now. Something peculiar was beginning to happen to him however, his body itched and no amount of scratching could quell it. He was quite sure he didn't have fleas, nor did he have mange. What strage tricks was the moon playing on him? Was it the poor lighting, or was his fur tinged with blue? When the night was over he got his answer, his fur had definitely changed colour. Tala did not make an appearance, and so Alaska's heart experienced another sting of failure.


The routine continued the next month, when the moon reared its pallid face once again. Once again Alaska's body was ablaze with an insatiable itch, much worse than before. His journey took him high and low, but his plight was hopeless this time around, for he became too distracted by the itch. He almost rubbed his skin raw on tree bark and rocks, but still it would not leave him. He would bite angrily at his legs, drawing blood and achieving nothing. The frustration was enough to bring him to the verge of tears, and seeing the sunrise after hours of this torture made them fall. He had failed once again, and when he looked down at his body, the red bloody skin was now covered in blue scales. Alaska cursed the moon, returning home defeated once more.


By the third full moon, Alaska was beginning to think there was something it wanted him to do. What must he give up to get Tala back? He ventured out just like before, and once again he began to itch. Alaska looked up at the moon and spoke,
"What do you want from me? What am I doing wrong?"

But of course the moon was silent, it stared endlessly, giving no answers.
"What kind of cruel joke are you playing?" Alaska yelled, hating the moon and all that it represented to him. Under its light he suffered, under its light he lost.

Yet still he ventured on fruitlessly, searching for Tala and finding nothing but the dark and its overpowering loneliness. When the sun rose, tendrils had sprouted from his skin, remarkably like those uon the creatures said to dwell in the land of dreams. Any sane wolf would have given up at this point, but Alaska had resigned himself to his fate, and knew that he'd never stop.


Though the fourth month brought the full moon back again, this night it was shrouded by dark clouds. The weight of depression sat heavily on Alaska's shoulders, and unlike the previous moons, he did not itch. His shoulders ached, the base of his tail ached. His journey was a blur to him this night, for he walked pre programmed, the routine had now set in and he did not stray from his previous paths. His head hung low as his spirits, and when morning came he found that feathers had sprouted from his shoulders and his tail. What was he becoming in search of Tala? When would it end? Alaska had no answers, yet each month the moon would beckon him with the hope that one day he would see her again.
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