Styrmir

𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕚𝕥𝕙.

Chapter 1; Set in motion.
Silence; A form of quiet that screamed louder than the piercing cries of an army, suffocating, in that moment, one could've heard a leaf falling to meet the fertile soil. You felt curiosity pull you in further, your eyes rounding their sockets, moving to meet each individual frame of your fellow pack, those you now called home, wondering, what could have them all so stunned? As if your body had gained a mind of it's own, long, muscular pillars carry you forward. Heavy, tight worn mitts softly meet the ground, gracefully striding forward, ignorant of how your hooked talons threaten to rake at it's surface. Truly eager to see for yourself the reason behind the growing crowd.

Making your way through an endless pool of familiars, finally, you hit the center, surely you hadn't been expecting to see a stranger standing before you? Blinking back your surprise, jaw slightly agape, you couldn't help but notice the odd appearance of the wolf before you. Their large bodice of mahogany reds, it's stunning almost purple complexion contrasted by blacks painted darker than by night sky, piercing red waves diverging into blended whites, pearl tones were edged by unders of royal blue, barely blurred into the long, wavy strands. Dazed, not quite realizing you had been staring, only when vibrations of the stranger's laughter met your ears did you finally break from your trance, your eyes darting to their face, you were met with odd, alluring pools, piercing silvers trail into sage green, ring oculus' staring back at you. Never before had you seen such eyes.

Gaining courage, with one breath, you took a seat, deciding to listen to this stranger's story. They introduced themselves as "Styrmir, the one who causes storms", you could only tilt your head at him, silently asking him to continue, far too focused to speak as this wolf now began explaining the reason for his sudden arrival. Styrmir began to explain how he was sent by the gods of life and balance, Avalyn and Athos, the god of immortality. He had been raised in their care, taught the ways of the old before packs became separated, they told Styrmir of a time where all wolves were one, living together in peace. When they were all equal members. Going on to explain how fate came to be, stress and fear of those cryptid creatures became far too much to bear for many, when happiness began to crumble, replaced with loss and sorrow, so began the many centuries of hate. Each had their own ideas how best to survive, when there came disagreements amongst pain, bit by bit, those once equal could no longer remain as 'one'. This was the story of how packs came to be. How wolves now lived and rules as their own, separate.

Styrmir fell quiet, allowing you just a moment to register what he had said, he knew it was a lot of information to take in. Gaping in his direction, you fumbled for the right words to say, there was still that lingering question in the back of your mind; Was it all true? Noting your reluctance to trust in him, Styrmir smiled, his head tipping back at an angle, gazing to the sky. Quoting how his mission was to spread word of the olden ways, to once again bring packs together as one. Unable to say no, you nod to him reassuringly, promising that you too would follow and aid him in spreading his word.

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Will you help Styrmir spread the word of the olden ways? Will you follow him in his goal, teach others of the days when all wolves were one, equal, and lived in harmony?

Generation 3 | Storm base | Humble | 10 Markings
Starting stats: 458 - Level 1

Added;
- Storm base applicator.
- Mud skin/claws/nose.
- Tranquil eyes.
- Black Agouti - 100% - slot 1.

Soon to add;
- Storm carnage - slot 3.
- Merged ornate waves - slot 2.
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