Ivar Vigaris
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 8½ months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Humble |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 185 |
| Pups Bred | 324 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Iridium (0.21%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark III |
| Eyes | Hetero Black & White |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Black Cross (83%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Mantle (82%) |
| Slot 3 | Tuff Butcher (42%) |
| Slot 4 | White Inuit Unders (70%) |
| Slot 5 | Honey Limbs (35%) |
| Slot 6 | White Tail Tip (27%) |
| Slot 7 | Black Butcher (79%) |
| Slot 8 | White Light Husky (40%) |
| Slot 9 | Black Unders (88%) |
| Slot 10 | White Underfur (100%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
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455 at age up
Third B&W het Iridium
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Beautiful Christmas art of my boy Ivar created by Sakari! link
When the howl of a mother woke the pack they had feared the worst. It wasn't uncommon for a newborn to be lost but that never made it any easier.
That fateful morning, however, death did not knock on the packs doorstep. A strange little pup with tone eyes lay between the herbalists feet, a pair of scraggly limbs protruding from his shoulder blades.
They thought he would not make it due to his extra "appendages" but he was treated with the same care as the other pups in hopes that he may live a comfortable life, no matter how short
But he grew strong every day, stronger than any of the other living pups.
As each day passed the limbs grew soft downy feathers, and they speculated that he had mutated wings. They seemed weak at first but his mother noticed signs of movement. Little twitches here and there, leading to the occasional stretch. When he started taking his first full steps he would hold his wings out as if to keep balance.
At 5 moons old while running around with the other pups he would stretch out his wings. If running downhill he could glide every few strides. By 6 moons old he could use them to break his fall from small heights, leaping from drops that would usually break a pups leg, gliding smoothly into a landing.
Many pack members tried to slow his progress, worried that he'd take it too far and hurt himself one day. His father, Erebus, promised that he'd guide him with training under a watchful eye when he matured. But a group of young wolves decided to take action.
Under the guise of helping him to improve himself, they led him astray. Allowing Ivar to believe that they were his friends, his comrades, and that they wanted what was best for him. His confidence skyrocketed, and soon he could take flight for short distances.
As he matured into a young wolf, the wolves he considered friends persuaded him to join them on their plight to rise in power. They filled his head with promises of power and freedom. And he ate up every word.
Then came the fall, the end of it all and a new beginning.
Vega Rune, the leader of the pack, was betrayed and overthrown by her son. The ringleader of the rebellious wolves.
Ivar was chosen from the group to replace her and lead the pack into new victories. And though he heart was full of pain and sorrow at the betrayal, he accepted.
He kept up the appearance of being a friend of the rebellion for many years, while trying to heal from his emotional wounds. As each of them aged a little piece of him broke away, and in his final years he came clean.
At this point he had earned his respect with those who remembered the fall, and it was easy for them to forgive him. They admired that he took on the role of lead in order to prevent history from repeating itself. But his "friends" resented him. Too old to take him in a challenge, they left the pack one by one. And Ivar was fully free to lead his new pack without fear.
455 at age up
Third B&W het Iridium
Beautiful Christmas art of my boy Ivar created by Sakari! link
When the howl of a mother woke the pack they had feared the worst. It wasn't uncommon for a newborn to be lost but that never made it any easier.
That fateful morning, however, death did not knock on the packs doorstep. A strange little pup with tone eyes lay between the herbalists feet, a pair of scraggly limbs protruding from his shoulder blades.
They thought he would not make it due to his extra "appendages" but he was treated with the same care as the other pups in hopes that he may live a comfortable life, no matter how short
But he grew strong every day, stronger than any of the other living pups.
As each day passed the limbs grew soft downy feathers, and they speculated that he had mutated wings. They seemed weak at first but his mother noticed signs of movement. Little twitches here and there, leading to the occasional stretch. When he started taking his first full steps he would hold his wings out as if to keep balance.
At 5 moons old while running around with the other pups he would stretch out his wings. If running downhill he could glide every few strides. By 6 moons old he could use them to break his fall from small heights, leaping from drops that would usually break a pups leg, gliding smoothly into a landing.
Many pack members tried to slow his progress, worried that he'd take it too far and hurt himself one day. His father, Erebus, promised that he'd guide him with training under a watchful eye when he matured. But a group of young wolves decided to take action.
Under the guise of helping him to improve himself, they led him astray. Allowing Ivar to believe that they were his friends, his comrades, and that they wanted what was best for him. His confidence skyrocketed, and soon he could take flight for short distances.
As he matured into a young wolf, the wolves he considered friends persuaded him to join them on their plight to rise in power. They filled his head with promises of power and freedom. And he ate up every word.
Then came the fall, the end of it all and a new beginning.
Vega Rune, the leader of the pack, was betrayed and overthrown by her son. The ringleader of the rebellious wolves.
Ivar was chosen from the group to replace her and lead the pack into new victories. And though he heart was full of pain and sorrow at the betrayal, he accepted.
He kept up the appearance of being a friend of the rebellion for many years, while trying to heal from his emotional wounds. As each of them aged a little piece of him broke away, and in his final years he came clean.
At this point he had earned his respect with those who remembered the fall, and it was easy for them to forgive him. They admired that he took on the role of lead in order to prevent history from repeating itself. But his "friends" resented him. Too old to take him in a challenge, they left the pack one by one. And Ivar was fully free to lead his new pack without fear.