Icemoon

Den Intro:
They're quiet. You don't notice them, at first. The northern snow falls in flurries around you. A slight shiver runs down you spine and, reflexively, you look up to meet two pairs of eyes. On a ridge to your right stand two wolves. Closest to you is a young male, the vibrant blue of his coat indicates the influence of the moon on his genetics. Beside him stands a darker, smaller wolf, her muzzle grey with age. They watch you, alert.


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Even at his birth, his father saw something different in him. Something the others didn't see. It wasn't just that the lunar essence had seeped into his blood and altered his appearance, it was something...more. Something from within.

The Yellow Moon park was partially nomadic, and traveled frequently between the mundane world and the dreamlands. He spent his puppyhood roughhousing with his siblings in green and blue foliage alike. 

He was barely weaned when one day he was nudged awake by the dark muzzle of a packmate. He stretched and tried to wiggle back into the warm fur of his mother, but the wolf had other ideas. He squeaked in protest as a strong pair of jaws lifted him gently by the scruff, carrying him out of the whelping den and away from the pack. They walked through the woods for some time, until the wolf finally set him down in the soft, downy grasses of a nearby field. Icepup looked up at her, and was finally able to make out the dark eyes of his sister, Nightstalk. As the pack's lead scout, she lived a largely solitary life and the two barely knew each other. It was still long before the crack of dawn, and Icepup wondered why she had brought him here. He looked up at her, waiting.

Nightstalk gave a small, almost imperceptible nod of approval and, finally, spoke. "We have much work to do little one. You are to stay close to me, and pay attention, understand?" 

He nodded, trying to suppress a yawn. His sister seemed to find it sufficient. She turned and strode further into the field, and he scrambled to keep up. The stillness of the night was broken only by Nightstalk's occasional comments on plants they passed. What was poisonous, what was edible, what the herbalist could use. For everything she pointed out, Icepup had a dozen questions. Some got answered, most didn't. It was hard to keep everything straight. Nightstalk seemed confident, even when he admitted he'd forgotten most of what she'd told him.

This was the first of many, many such mornings. As he grew, the lessons became more challenging. From tracking to wrestling to swimming. He was, admittedly, a touch jealous of the other pups his age, who had no such duties. Something told him not to voice this, however, and especially not to Nightstalk. He'd learned a lot of things about her, likely more than she'd intended. He saw up close her unwavering sense of duty, and her infinite patience. Icepup himself was generally level-headed, but all puppies were prone to tantrums now and again. He knew from experience that she could outlast him in any battle of wills. She was cunning and brave and, interestingly, took on more and more of the duties of running the pack and their father aged. Most of all, he learned that he liked her. That he trusted her. That whatever she was shaping him into, it was something worth being.

Child of Ashmoon, Dustfur.

Born with 324 stats.

451 stats at level 10.

612 stats at level 15.

827 stats at level 20.
877 on death.

Possible heir (*^▽^*)

Adult Scry
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Alternate Future Scry
Now THAT'S a dog

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