The headstone is well-kept, and a dark marble swirls with hints of garnet and jade. Perhaps the marble is infused with blood-stone? As the light shines on the stone beneath the moonlight, the image swirls to reveal the deceased leader, her crimson eyes piercing through you and her coat silky but silver-streaked; Teeth of Ivory in her prime stares at you. Scars gouge ravines over every inch of fur, some of them dark with age and others that almost look freshly healed. She seems to evaluate you, sharp and calm, unaware or uncaring of her ghostly form, and speaks.
"You wish to know my story? My wisdom is free, whatever of it you may find within my scattered memories, but know that they are exactly that-- scattered. I've done my best to attune my memory, but... magic proved a bit difficult for me to wield in life."
You nod, and her wordless voice speaks to you.
I am the fourth Tooth to represent our pack.
My mother whispered stories to me when I was a pup, of a disaster that struck the world, a blight called Coigreach.
She told me of what my great grandmother, Honeyed Teeth, did to end the curse.
And how she failed to protect her own.
It is our pack's greatest source of shame and guilt.
Before she passed on, she told me that something was wrong with the Lunar World that our first Tooth revealed to us,
That it was shrinking, and the magic in this world was swelling, even while it still heals from the Cataclysms that reigned during my birth.
I believe that Coigreach will find us again.
The sins of my predecessors are coming to haunt us, after sending us warnings in the form of mutated pups born in my mother's time, and undoubtedly gestating now in mine.
I will do what my ancestors could not.
I will make the right choice, and defend my pack.
I will also begin keeping records, as my mother before me began as tradition for our Teeth--
I share her belief, that to allow our pack history to vanish would be foolish.
We cannot forget our sins, our failures, our tales of triumph and of sorrow.
Time will tell what my legend shall be.
-- 20th of October, Year 21 of the Stonetooth Pack, Summer, Ivrysdai (Ivory's Coronation Day)
I have been a leader for one month, and the time where the Lunar world and ours converges once more.
My mother wished to see this event one last time before her death... it feels like cruel irony that I must face it alone,
As a wolf too young to bear the title of Tooth.
The same as my mother and the Teeth before us were too young to be endowed with leadership.
Perhaps I should consider it a part of our tradition, and pass it on to another unfortunate pup?
The specter pauses from its monologue, seeing the serious expression on your face and smirks before continuing.
I'm not being serious, of course.
If fate permits, my heir will not be forced to grow up too fast,
as every Tooth after our founder has had to endure...
the evidence of this for Honeyed Teeth was her madness,
For my mother, her physical weakness,
And for me... it is marred in the lines of my face and body.
I do not mind it, though.
I bear these scars proudly as signs of my dedication to defending my pack.
But anyways, I think that I should note the recent appearance of strange stick figures.
They vary in make and design, but all seem most ominous.
These Strange Effigies are not known to us, and I have had no luck asking other packs of their origin.
They seem to be drawn to a peculiar altar I found on the border of our territory.
Similar to the crystals we give to the moon spirit, whatever deity honors these peculiar dolls saw fit to reward me for giving it the effigies.
Two spells, meant to change the pattern of a wolf's coat.
Magic is so fascinating... and dangerous.
I must research the supernatural as much as possible, in preparation for if Bronagh were to return...
31st of October, Year 22 of the Stonetooth Pack, Hallowtree Day
"Honeyed Teeth.... I understand now, why she did what she did.
I don't excuse her.
Not for what she did to my mother, but rather...
I couldn't ask Maeve to give up her pups.
With Quany's reassurances, that they would be loved and cared for, I gave her two orphaned pups I traded for meat.
They seemed happy to go, and after seeing how she accepted them, I do believe that they'll be ok...
But I can't help but feel as though I betrayed my mother, my pack, my morals--
I was given a spirit in return.
It seems harmless, and smells of clovers.
It seems drawn to our pack's pups, but doesn't touch them, almost as if it's waiting for something.
We'll keep an eye on it, but for now... I'm just glad that the danger has passed.
So many of us got lost, chasing the lights...
November 15th, Year 22 of the Stonetooth Pack, Bronas Day
My time is coming soon, I can feel it.
As I reflect on my life, I feel something akin to pride.
Our pack is finally healing.
I have brought our pack into an era of prosperity.
No longer do we starve through the winters, or lose pups to the cold
Our coffers are swollen with riches,
and our paws overflowing with silver and gold.
Our bond with the supernatural forces of this world is reigniting.
At first, I was hesitant.
When we accepted a stranger into our pack, one of the spirits that lingered from Coigreach reached out to them, and changed their fur, their eyes... and seemingly, their lifespan.
Beside the pup from my mother's time, a member of the Stonetooth Pack had not been blessed by magic in what feels like centuries.
Perhaps, with time, our Moon-touched will return.
I will have to wait, I will have to watch, find a good successor, one capable to maintain the work I put into our pack's worldly treasures...
And one who, unlike me, can finally bring magic back into our pack.
None from my line are acceptable,
But the seeds of my cousin, Fledge Feather, damed by Stalks on the Sand; scion my great grandmother, Laughing Squirrel; are strong.
Perhaps the next Tooth will be one of them.
March 30, Year 28 of the Stonetooth Pack
[USA] West Virginia - Beartown
Scar: Nose
Scar: Ripped Mouth
Scar: Scratched Upper Leg [Left]
Scar: Front Leg [Left]
Scar: Ear [Left]
Scar: Eye - Small [Left]
Scar: Eye - Small [Right]
Owl Talon Necklace
Celtic Cloak [Dun]
Arnica Flower Decor
Scar: Eye - Medium [Left]
Scar: Foot
Scar: Scratched Face
Scar: Scratched Thigh [Left]
Scar: Front Paw [Left]
Celtic Astrology [Amethyst] - Salmon Earring
Scar: Bite
Scattered Foliage [Green]
Mossy Branch Decor