Petrichor Smoke
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 8 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Obnoxious |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 184 |
| Pups Bred | 576 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Clover (0.15%) |
| Base Genetics | Special Medium * |
| Eyes | Wisp |
| Skin | Lunar |
| Nose | Fern |
| Claws | Lunar |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Sentinel |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Black Predator (38%) |
| Slot 2 | White Tuxedo (35%) |
| Slot 3 | Clover Lupos (100%) |
| Slot 4 | Dark Brown Back (50%) |
| Slot 5 | Moss Ornate Blotches (100%) |
| Slot 6 | White Tamaskan Unders (56%) |
| Slot 7 | White Marbled Unders (39%) |
| Slot 8 | Luna Ornate Blotches (42%) |
| Slot 9 | Moss Shaded (100%) |
| Slot 10 | Selene Ornate Spots (50%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
i will actually kill him again if he dies at 7y 6m. boy keep on kicking
Future BM Design (Scrapped)
I LIED
Final BM Design
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Costs: 160 SC for him, + 2050 SC + 865 SQ + 6 GC (RMAs)
UPDATED Profit Reaped: 26,147 32
*Date Updated: MT Death day (3/12/22)
Height Cost: 450 SC
Low Cost: 155 SC
All in all, he's paid off his inital cost 163x over; and his reg currency stud cost around 5x.
Breed 1 T3 Nice
Breed 1 Special*
Breed 3 Special*
Breed x50
Breed an alb with his lady :) Frozen River and Soft Dream!
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|| ALB CARRIER || T2G3! || 506+ & Str || Affordable! Only 165!
He became what they had feared.
~*~
Petrichor went further then any of his pack had ever expected him to. Born in Sapphire Clan, he remembers little of his parents; only that they coined him Rush Strider for his boldness and arrogance, something that only deepened the clan's dislike of him. Sapphire Clan; prejudiced of Burning Wolves, conspired to have him and his fellow bad omens removed, along with the natal femes in the Ceremony of Departure.
His mentor accompanied him to the clan's river border, claws at the ready.
Prepared for the unspeakable.
He was dead in their eyes.
It was by chance then, that Moon Tears passed them by. Winter was approaching, and the ahoaniu was scouting ahead for her clan's winter grounds. She observed the offense from the shadows. As Rush struggled to hold off the wolf's claws from his neck, the leader revealed herself in a flurry. Upon seeing the broad face of the forbidding dagari hurdling towards her, Rush's mentor dropped all pretenses and ran for her life.
He was in barely a fit state enough to spit at her, "..Did you want to finish the job?"
It was by lack of fear in his eyes, as he watched the leader towering over him, that Moon Tears scuffed up the young wolf, and sheltered him under the skilled paws of her daughter and Gravel Brume.
He was fit within a moon, and on his toes, demanding to return to Sapphire Clan, which she restricted. When he challenged her, she sliced him with one misshapen canvas and explained on cruel terms exactly what had, and would happen to him.
Rush Strider was greatly marred by this. He followed mutely as Moon Tears instead led him from the winter rendezvous, to the hilltops, watching the moon illuminate the clan with her. She shielded his short-furred body with her black wings as the winds howled unforgivingly.
Many unspokens passed between Rush Strider and his new mentor.
He returned from the mound as Petrichor Smoke, a new name for a new home.
The queen taught him the ways of the clan; and their world. They ventured together oft, where Petrichor Smoke demonstrated his growing, and surprising strength. The queen tested him greatly, having learned lessons from her moons in leadership. Lost in wilderness; baking in the sands, near drowning in caves and rapids. She saw beyond his powerlessness, wanting the young wolf to make use of what he is, instead of what he was.
As he lost his softer pup furs, she allowed him to take a hunting role in the Dawn Chase, welcomed by all but Fantasia. Their rivalry deepened to the point where the dagari began training under Snare instead; and has continued since. While the thrill of the hunt will always excite Petrichor; he cant curtail his will to wander. Similar to Clear, he roams the forests, always watching for new secrets and teachings, gaining surprising patience and chivalry as he grows older.
Like Clear, this often means being the first to meet new faces that attend to his high opinion of himself.. especially pretty dames in the unfrequented forest. And within Petrichor is a charm and desire for attention that will never cease, no matter the wolf he becomes.
This promiscuity risked the clan, once; but the queen is good at shadowing her mistakes.
Moral grey aside; he'll still drops all else for Blushing River, and puts her on a pedestal. His fine son Frozen River is all of his pride and fierocity; the two being quite close. Petrichor loved him from the moment he was revealed by his mother, spending his puphood malevolently defending him against whispers about his strange white pelt and colorless eyes.
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All day have you prodded the dusky forests looking for him, only to come up short. Just as your spirits drain; a deep evergreen wolf reveals himself to you with a sly smile. He appears to know the forests well, and snuck up on you. A surprise for such a heavy-built wolf. He wanes his jaw in a mischevious greeting.
"Well hello~ I presume you know the old dames' tale of Tam Lin? I wouldnt see any other reason you travel these forests empty pawed.."
~~♡~~
Future BM Design (Scrapped)
I LIED
Final BM Design
I SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH MOSS MOSS GANG 4 LIFE 💔💔💔
Later Updated Ads:
====♡====
Meet the fully custom🍀CLOVER STUD⛰ Petrichor Smoke~ Only G3~ 3xCORG ALB Carrier! || 800+ ||
200 or 
1 https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/3157710Grow a forest with full custom🍀CLOVER STUD⛰ Petrichor~ 3 GEN, 3 CORG! ALB Carrier || 800+ ||
200 or 1 https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/3157710Pick Moss over Clover? Stud to🍀CLOVER ALL OVER⛰ ||
3 Gen, 3 Corg, 10M; Alb Carrier! ||800+||
200/1https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/3157710 $$$
====☆====
Costs: 160 SC for him, + 2050 SC + 865 SQ + 6 GC (RMAs)
UPDATED Profit Reaped: 26,147
32 *Date Updated: MT Death day (3/12/22)
Height Cost: 450 SC
Low Cost: 155 SC
All in all, he's paid off his inital cost 163x over; and his reg currency stud cost around 5x.
Goals
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====♡====
He became what they had feared.
~*~
Petrichor went further then any of his pack had ever expected him to. Born in Sapphire Clan, he remembers little of his parents; only that they coined him Rush Strider for his boldness and arrogance, something that only deepened the clan's dislike of him. Sapphire Clan; prejudiced of Burning Wolves, conspired to have him and his fellow bad omens removed, along with the natal femes in the Ceremony of Departure.
His mentor accompanied him to the clan's river border, claws at the ready.
Prepared for the unspeakable.
He was dead in their eyes.
It was by chance then, that Moon Tears passed them by. Winter was approaching, and the ahoaniu was scouting ahead for her clan's winter grounds. She observed the offense from the shadows. As Rush struggled to hold off the wolf's claws from his neck, the leader revealed herself in a flurry. Upon seeing the broad face of the forbidding dagari hurdling towards her, Rush's mentor dropped all pretenses and ran for her life.
He was in barely a fit state enough to spit at her, "..Did you want to finish the job?"
It was by lack of fear in his eyes, as he watched the leader towering over him, that Moon Tears scuffed up the young wolf, and sheltered him under the skilled paws of her daughter and Gravel Brume.
He was fit within a moon, and on his toes, demanding to return to Sapphire Clan, which she restricted. When he challenged her, she sliced him with one misshapen canvas and explained on cruel terms exactly what had, and would happen to him.
Rush Strider was greatly marred by this. He followed mutely as Moon Tears instead led him from the winter rendezvous, to the hilltops, watching the moon illuminate the clan with her. She shielded his short-furred body with her black wings as the winds howled unforgivingly.
Many unspokens passed between Rush Strider and his new mentor.
He returned from the mound as Petrichor Smoke, a new name for a new home.
The queen taught him the ways of the clan; and their world. They ventured together oft, where Petrichor Smoke demonstrated his growing, and surprising strength. The queen tested him greatly, having learned lessons from her moons in leadership. Lost in wilderness; baking in the sands, near drowning in caves and rapids. She saw beyond his powerlessness, wanting the young wolf to make use of what he is, instead of what he was.
As he lost his softer pup furs, she allowed him to take a hunting role in the Dawn Chase, welcomed by all but Fantasia. Their rivalry deepened to the point where the dagari began training under Snare instead; and has continued since. While the thrill of the hunt will always excite Petrichor; he cant curtail his will to wander. Similar to Clear, he roams the forests, always watching for new secrets and teachings, gaining surprising patience and chivalry as he grows older.
Like Clear, this often means being the first to meet new faces that attend to his high opinion of himself.. especially pretty dames in the unfrequented forest. And within Petrichor is a charm and desire for attention that will never cease, no matter the wolf he becomes.
This promiscuity risked the clan, once; but the queen is good at shadowing her mistakes.
Moral grey aside; he'll still drops all else for Blushing River, and puts her on a pedestal. His fine son Frozen River is all of his pride and fierocity; the two being quite close. Petrichor loved him from the moment he was revealed by his mother, spending his puphood malevolently defending him against whispers about his strange white pelt and colorless eyes.
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