Celestica

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You do not see him at first, a habit he's built up over many years of quiet treading. But the others do. Awe creeps through your pelt as you register understanding of this newcomer as the clan's highest status member. The dawn party watch his path back into the ravine from the forests, the way he angles himself down the rocks is ever so precise like that of his Abyssar ancestors. A beautiful red dagari trails closely behind him. Celestica takes little mind to you, the leader has more pressing concern then some curious, wandering child. He knows his greater hunters have the situation in their ease. But none the less, he tilts his head their direction in passive greeting before disappearing in a tight cinch of rocks near the top of the dark divide.
He's taken to his grandmother's air of mystery; she would have watched you the same was he does should she be alive in his place.
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🔆Second Sun🔆
Personal Sign Chosen: A piece of quartz that reminded him of this grandmother


The child of kin
Born of blood from the cold.
And the moon shall rest at last.

"A following is not enough to call yourself a leader. A leader stands by his following, and should it come to it, he will die for them."

His first memory came from his grandmother's eyes. Sharp and young for such a powerful old figure. On a day when he was young, he had crawled from the wintry silence he had been born into, and stumbled upon her den. Moon Tears snatched up her grandson's scruff gently, and they sat watching the moon dip into the wolven mountains far beyond.
Perhaps the oldest wolf he'd ever known, he understood young the mystery around her longevity. Ancient, even for a dagari. She had watched many a wolf-kind live and die, but it would soon be her time.

Both Celestica and his brother were quiet as children, a silence that while deflated to extroversion and a personality as intense as his fur, never quite outgrew him. Their youth was short-lived. With a clan entering another rough short sun in which Celestica himself had been born, many of their clan and denmates dropped and never rose again. The fire in the brothers' pelts continued by heart; and they trained vigorously even before they reached their second wending, determined not to fall victim. It was because of toughened, bleeding paws and scarred lips that the two entered the realm of higher hunting and territory cross.

Celestica and Bismuth carried the generational sibling connections that seem to pass through Sukio's kin. Incredibly close, even for littermates. One would never go anywhere without the other trailing loyally behind. They held eachother's backs at every danger; and even as the more independent of the pair, Celestica would never be afraid to rely on him.


And yet, Celestica's development far outpaced Bismuths. A massive specimen; his dagari blood pushing on muscle and thick fur whilst his wolven mother had bred his beautiful looks. It was as he aged that Petrichor Smoke took on a role in his life. His guardian wolf, officially, after passing the trials. Celestica took note of his eyes as well; very close to his own from what he had seen in the reflections of puddles. The two played rough, unafraid to fight with their all only to joke over wounds later after. Celestica often accompanied him on increasing territorial encroaches, and grew to an understanding of wolven fighting styles. He grew from the frostbite into an uncannily wise wolf; with great memory and precision. His clandestine grandfather watched him with pride.

Some time just after his third wending came the conflicts between clans of Ice and Sapphire. His wolf-kind prevailed, leaving the wolven clan in tatters; but at a great cost. And soon thereafter, taxed by a long life and her spirit given all to Iceclan, Moon Tears disappeared into the forests. Days of denial, and fears began to return. Her clan, especially her beta and the brothers searched for her; alive, or reclaimed to the earth, she was not found.

To his shock, Petrichor Smoke approached Celestica. They would find Divvadae's grave to speak to the dead, and find their leader; but the older wolf would not go without his apprentice.
It was what the queen had told him before her death.
He took with him Irregular's oath, Bismuth's wish of luck; and his own courage.
The mountains where the deity lay were eerily silent thanks to a dispersion of the remaining Sapphire wolves, now clanless. The two spoke of many things; where to find the grave, of Moon Tears, of Bismuth and clanmates, of the stars.
In the end, Celestica was the one to find it by means he couldnt quite explain. When his entry to the hollow was gated, he performed the first ever Fourth Wending with offerings to Divvadae. He stepped aside to allow her beta to through; to pass on into leadership; but he could not enter the willows and pines.
Divvadae wanted to see him.
When Celestia broke through the veil, there was only the faint markings of a grave and a puddle of water. Suddenly thirsty, he dipped his head through, and awoke in the world of dreams with the deity. He was welcomed with smiles; and finally told of the prophecy conscripting the clan's heir, for the day when Moon Tears had to leave them.

Yet, Divvadae gave the heir a choice. If he did not think himself a leader, he did not have to walk that path.
Celestica sat in a long silence.
He was young, little more then his third wending. But not as young perhaps as the queen had been when she set out to find her family's place in the lands.
All of the wolves in his life had to have started somewhere, and continued what was left to them. Now that they were dying, he was all they had left.


Before he awoke from the waters; he gave Divvadae Irregular's word. A life for a life; a curse given out of the justice of his heart should he have it. She wanted Frozen River, in the end, held for his actions that killed Incandescence. He would not go painlessly, nor honorably as she had. He would feel every bit of pain that wracked the Irregular's heart when it was his time. And he would know. Any children with the misfortunate to be born of him would be condemned to poor health, and die before he did.
A heartless curse. But it was Irregular's choice.

Back under a starlit sky, Irregular lie down in the tatters of her queen's nest next to Iced Sunrise, breathing in sad, sweet milk scent from many, many seasons ago. She felt her body stiffen, her great brown eyes fixated on the stars as the exchange occurred, and did not rise again.

He walked from the pines with the ice-bright fur lining his cheeks, as the leader had once in her life. The din of glowing fur was the first the Clan of Ice and wind saw of their new leader.
Bismuth ran to greet him at once. The brothers' howling, proud and haunting, fell a new era over the clan as did the dawn.

Petrichor Smoke served to guide him until his breath stilled under the claws of another, lain with respect. Celestica set his brother in place after him; knowing no other wolf knew him better to carry after him should be the worst befall.
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He'd been very shy around Lightless, almost since he'd first lain eyes on her.
Indeed she was a very daunting wolf, An offering from a neighboring dagari clan as a gift of alliance. Bred perfectly from the dominant Власть. Skilled; even as a neophyte she commanded unflinchingly; accommodated to a certain respect from older wolves. Celestica knew as a leader he could easily request her companionship, but he would rather her love instead. Power he already had, but that was not what swayed her. Eventually; one Soft Moon he discovered, it was song. The queen's rituals he had long observed; but when he saw her smooth shadow in the courting ring, his heart leapt, and he took place behind the veil at once, only to find competition against Wire.
Their music lasted until the sun was long from the sky. In darkness did Lightness take pawsteps towards his position, where he ordered her softly to wait. As a dagari, he requested she uphold the courtship ritual of defeating a courter; should she truely wish to be bonded. Lightless did so without hesitation, running him up the cliffs and into the forest, but one can only imagine her surprise to find beneath her claws, her clan leader. Celestica held a long, slender note, his best poetic vocal, and Lightless licked his chin. Their first litter came in the winter of that year; though in secret, as neither would rather not the clan know about the watcher and the leader quite yet.
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Some time after, Celestica began to notice the affections of the younger daughter of the old clan sapphics. Spectrum often wormed her way into traveling with him without his initiation or even knowledge, he started to pick up on the musk of pollen behind him as he traveled into the mountains, incredibly talkative, but she always fell silent whenever they came face to face, admiring his sharp features and tall body, though it took meeting a loner friend of hers in the mountains to confirm this suspicion,

"My my! you're that red wolf! The one Spectrum talks about so often! My, you are fine indeed, as good as she gushes; almost as good as the rumors the mountain-folk spread about you.."

Thereafter, Celestica took her aside bashfully and tried to break her advances gently. She only became more subtle, but at the same time Celestica began to notice her absences, missing her flowery smell and her shadow on the water when he walked to forests alone, the shy companionship of a crush that was unlike his relationship with his pairbond; the latter, he confessed this loss in, but Lightless found it funny.
The two dagari partners had a far more mature relationship then Spectrum was seeking. This was is how Lightless preferred it, but still wanted her love to find happiness with a playful partner that she couldnt be.


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he's a fucking bitch. stop getting sick every time i attack things.
NOT ONLY was this guy born a Realgar, but he also had the highest stats of the litter which was of 6; being born at around 368 if i remember correct. that's kinda shit. like your grandad was born at 365 bro.
doesnt matter now, i think i might be able to get him into the early 1ks at the rate he's going. ALSO i finally managed to break the damn curse of stupid with his family; now his smarts are his best stat.

❌Fought Tala Tundra a 1st time
👑Fought Tala Grasslands a 2nd time @ 7/1/22