👻Ghost's Wolf/Den Lore Comms👻💗{{OPEN - 3/3 Slots}}💗

Hi there! This will be a rather short post since I'm mostly opening these just for fun, and mmmaybe a way to snag some extra cones. I've been having a lot of fun working on the individual and territory lore of my pack, and I've had a person or two mention they really enjoyed reading it, so I thought I'd extend my skills to others.

I will be taking these individual wolf and den lore pieces at 325 or 1 per 100 words. If I go over the agreed-upon word count, I will not charge you, but I don't mind tips in the form of spare charcoal or dandelions. If interested, PM me, or reply below with a link to the wolf and some details about what you'd like written!

I tend to be pretty quick with writing once I set my mind to it, so for anything between 100-500 words, I'll be opening 3 slots at a time, with a 2 week deadline for each slot, starting on the day the payment is received!

For 500+ word pieces, I'm also open to item/wolf and mixed currency offers; just PM me and we can work out the details! We will also have to plan out a different deadline based on how many words and what kind of content it is. For these comms, I will only open 1 slot at a time.

I'm very open to all kinds of characters, stories, and writing-tones, and in my house, cringe-culture is dead! No judgement for any ideas here, even the silliest, most fantastical ones. I'll write just about anything y'all want about these funky little pups.

And now for the important part! Examples of my writing:

IV. The Twisting Bramble

Deep within the vicious tangle of an aggregate of dewberry bushes, a den was carved out by the pack's first herbalist, Lichen. She chose this place for its distance from the pack, and the sweet treats which grow amongst the vines. Using rocks and branches to separate and buttress the trailing stems, she created a tunnel to their center, and then dug out the main area of the den and weaved leaves into its roof, with rocks and branches to keep the vines at bay. Soft sunlight tends to dapple the ground within, but otherwise, the den is well insulated, and safe for the sick to rest in. The pack's herbalist does not stay here, but wolves who are ill rest here for a little peace and quiet while the herbalist treats them, as well as to protect their packmates, should their illness prove to be a contagious one. Some wolves, in their old age, will come here to rest peacefully until their last breath.

_{LINK TO DEN PAGE WC: 165}

"Haven't you heard the tales, little pup? Those ghost stories about the wolves that aren't wolves, like you or I? They mingle with our kind, almost indifferentiable, but they are a far older breed, born alongside our first ancestors --  and far stranger. You may not notice at first, but small things begin to gnaw at the edges of perception. It's something wrong in their gait; something too calculated and too smooth. It's something terrifying in their eyes; they know things that you don't want to know. Their teeth are too bright, too sharp. You don't know what they really want or why they're here because they live just like their friends at first. You can't see the danger, like a spell cast over your mind, not until they're gone again.

They are like a sickness, and when they run to carry their sickness elsewhere, they paint the Earth with the blood of their packs. These are born of the Trickster Wolf, who would steal the Moon right out of the sky if he could, but instead he settles for stealing her children.

Was your mother always so tall? Her eyes always so bright? Do you even know where your mother came from?"


Ashen's lineage has been lost to time. All he knows of his mother are burning yellow eyes and a mixed scent of herbs he's never been able to identify. The pack that raised him would only say she was a wanderer, who went as quickly as she came. They were more than eager to send him on his own way when he came to a certain age. He fled at the ends of their teeth, escaping south from the mountains, with only Burning Sun at his side. His paws lead them across warm plains and burning sands, and finally, deep into the murky wetlands.

After many moons scavenging on the edges of other packs, it was there that they found the clearing they would come to call home. Bathed in the light of the Full Moon, Ashen felt the soot-stained rock beckoning him to climb and bask in her glow at its peak. There, he was struck with a vision. A safe place for him and his mate, and others like him.

_{LINK TO WOLF WC: 374}