Soren
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Dedicated |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 13 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Blonde (0.28%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Medium II |
| Eyes | Olive |
| Skin | Dark |
| Nose | Oxblood |
| Claws | Lusxnei |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | Albinism  |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Gray Tamaskan Unders (78%) |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | Red Tamaskan Unders (63%) |
| Slot 4 | Black Half Mask (14%) |
| Slot 5 | Yellow Patchy Unders (85%) |
| Slot 6 | Cream Back Half Patch (26%) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 46 | 47 | 48 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 48 | 46 | 235 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
First Albino in months, but unfortunately I still don't have the breeding achievement 
Under the albinism: link
Future look: link
Pack name/ID: Deep Roots (#3641)
Role(s) given: n.a
Date received/left: 21-11-22
Decor added: Acorn Bundle
Lore: "Soren! Soren, pay attention!" That was Autumn's voice. The young wolf's head swiveled round to look at the older male through squinted eyes. All the better to bring him into focus. "I am!"
…
That earned him a snort.
And also caught Asayu's attention. She'd been kind enough to take them both under her wing while they stayed. She was only a little older than Soren, and her eyes glowed with a mischievous light… or maybe that was just the glint of the moon he thought he could see there. "I am trying to show you how to hunt on the tundra. It won't work if you don't apply yourself, Soren," she said, eyes narrowed. "Or am I merely wasting my breath?"
Soren ignored the heat that flushed his ears, gave his head a shake, then took off, after the older wolves. "No! No, I mean you're not… wasting your breath. I'm paying attention. I just saw another raven on the horizon. I think." He wasn't actually sure, given it was as blurry as everything else… but it was black and had wings. Yeah, probably a raven.
Asayu chuckled. "…the ravens are friends of Deep Roots," she explained. It struck Soren that she was eyeing him closely. She said nothing before turning on heel, tail swaying eagerly behind her. "Now that I've got your attention… let the hunt continue!"
…
By the end of their journey, Soren and Autumn would leave knowing that much more about the tundra, and it was Asayu's gleaming eyes that would be the last they would see before they headed off on their adventure.
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Pack name/ID: Winged Wolves
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 1-12-2022- 6-12-2022
Decor added: Bone Decor
Lore: Soren was near sighted, yes, but that did not mean that he could not be taught things. In fact, the pack had a perfect role for him regarding his eyes; fishing. You'd only need to spot the blob of movement, and it was always close by! And so, Soren was taught how to fish. Being absent minded was also not a problem with fishing, because it didn't require a lot of focus. You just splashed around in the water a little!
One day, it so happened that it was Soren's birthday. One year of age; an adult wolf. That was very important to this pack; so it was celebrated BIG. The entire pack came together at night, under the stars and moon. All the fish Soren had caught was up for grabs plus a lot of their hunting prizes, some fruit and other snacks. It was pure party for the entire night. At a certain point, the Herbalist, Heather approached him, nudging a big bone towards him. ''This came directly from my workshop. If you ever need healing, calmth, focus, whatsoever, this bone is infused with power. We use it often. It can heal you, give you energy and strength... It is the favorite bone of this pack. And it is yours. Happy birthday, Soren.'' With that, Soren gained a bone with mystical effects, but his caretaker thought it was time to go. So after the party, when the pack went to bed, they bid farewell to each other and left, Soren carrying his new bone.
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Pack name/ID: The Lost Hills / #37719
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 06-12-2022 - 09-12-2022
Decor added: Scattered Foliage [Green]
Lore: (pt.2)
Watching Autumn leave to meet this wolf referred to as Pack Leader for moment, Soren didn't know what was going on. He returned his gaze to strange she-wolf that confronted them as saw how awe-filled her eyes were.
"You were blessed, and greatly so. " The stranger said before he say anything. "The god of the sun and of passion, father of wolves: Zukai, has blessed you with his radiant fur and bright skin. Yes, yes, such a blessing indeed." Soren had no idea how to respond. Bless? God? Zukai? All these thing so unfamiliar with the albino wolf.
"I'm sorry, what?" Was all he could say before the she-wolf was called away.
"Oracle Vanya, please come this way!" Pack Leader Elex called.
Before she left she hummed softly. "Yes, yes. Great luck with follow you. The gods see something special in you and they will watch over you. You are safe and protected, young one." Her departing words sent a chill down his spine, as Soren glazed over Autumn, before making his way to join the group.
"What happened? What did that... Oracle say to you?" Autumn whispered.
"I'm...not sure...." Was all he said as they were lead to their accommodations.
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The Turning.
Soren and Autumn returned to their home home pack, taking a break from their travels for a while. But when Soren woke up one winter night, his buddy was gone. The only trace was Autumn's paw prints in the snow, but Soren couldn't track the prints well due to his poor eyesight. The wind was throwing off the scent, and the falling snow would soon cover the tracks. Soren slumped over, deeply upset Autumn had just left him behind. He let out sorrowful howls into the night sky, all night long. There was no response. No voice he recognized that howled back. His pack tried to reassure him, so he waited. Soren waited and waited. Waited for nothing. Days passed, no sign of Autumn. The best trackers in the pack couldn't pick up Autumn's scent because it was too late. Soren was upset by this, and decided to head out on his own to find Autumn. He wasn't going to wait around for a friend that ditched him, so Soren left in the evening where the sun's reflection off the snow wouldn't irritate his pale skin. Soren's new journey, was now to search through every pack he could for Autumn Harvest, no matter how long it took.
(You may continue adding to his lore however you'd like, just put this in here for fun ^^)
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Pack name/ID: Lonepaw Pack
Role(s) given: Pupsitter
Date received/left: 20-12-2022 / 01-01-2023
Decor added: Gambel Oak Sapling
Lore: N/A
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Pack name/ID:#11482 grey slates
Role(s) given: n/a
Date received/left: 2023/1/1-2023/1/14
Decor added: cliff swallowtail
Lore: n/a
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Pack name/ID: #66320
Role(s) given: Pupsitter
Date received/left: 1/16/2023-1/23/2023
Decor added: Arctic White
Lore: It was evening when Soren decided to venture out again. Most of his vision was a blur, but through the haze of it he could just make out the vast tundra plains, frost crunching beneath his paws as he walked. The scent of an unfamiliar wolf greeted his nose and he felt a cold, wet snout touch his muzzle.
"Hi, traveler, almost didn't see you there," the wolf chuckled, a female from the sound of her voice. "Your fur blends in so well with the snow I almost missed you!"
Soren laughed at this. He walked on, enjoying the wolf's company. Soon they both came to a halt.
"How rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself," said the female. "I'm Nutmeg. What's your name?" He glanced at Nutmeg. "Cool name! I'm Soren," he responded.
They continued walking before reaching a copse of trees. Squinting through his vision, he sotted shadowy masses in the horizon. He guessed it was a forest. Taiga, he guessed. The blurs of several wolves were clustered closely together, and as he neared, their voices were a bit more clear.
"Follow me," Nutmeg instructed, lightly tapping his nose with her tail before slipping into a few surrounding bushes, Soren at her heels. They entered the camp, stopping in front a slim female. She was a lighter brown than Nutmeg, standing out against the white blanket of snow.
The visit with the pack seemed to go by in a rush. He was introduced to the alpha, Willow, who allowed him to visit as long as he wanted. He stayed with the elders, listening to their stories. Though he may have forgotten what they said, Soren was happy to spend time with them while he could. Very soon Soren left, unfortunately unable to find his friend Autumn at the pack but hoped that, perhaps, in the next pack, he would find his faithful companion.
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Pack name/ID: Moonlight River Pack (#40012)
Role(s) given: None
Date received/left: 1/23/23-
Decor added: Celtic Astrology [Peridot] - Dragon Pendant
Lore: Soren had walked a long while, still looking for Autumn. He wandered through a forest, having headed south from the tundra, and into a vast woodland. Trees towered over him, perhaps evergreens. The sun was shining, a bit too bright, but blocked out by the branches above. He was weary of walking, walking and walking. All there was to his life was walking, walking, walking.
He walked, and walked some more. And then he stopped, he lay down and he slept. Then he woke up and walked again. He was starving, stomach rumbling with yearning for some meat. He was about to rest again, when we came upon a wolf.
This wolf, she smelled like morning dewdrops and pine trees, sharp yet sweet. She smelled like spring fading into winter, and Soren was sure she was that pretty too. He squinted his eyes, trying to find her within his blurry vision. At first he thought his brain had gone completely wrong, because he saw white fur just like his own. But then he realized, she was albino. She was just like him.
"Hi." She said, stopping in front of him, and looking at him with slight bewilderment.
"Hi. You're…like me?" Soren asked, trying to see her, trying to get a glimpse. "I've never really seen someone albino like me."
"Yes, I am. I'm Khione. You are?" She was looking at him, watching him, as if she was trying to take in all his secrets, figure them out and…do what with them?
Soren and Khione talked, introduced themselves, and she brought him back to her pack. The Moonlight River Pack, hidden in the north of the coniferous forest, close enough to hear the rapids. It was beautiful, serene. Except for the several dozen tussling pups, yelling and howling over the wind.
Khione sighed, "Those two are mine, over there." She gestured with her tail to two red and orange pups, yelling louder than the rest as they play battled. "I was walking to…get away, breathe….but you don't care about that. Welcome to the Moonlight River pack!"
Soren stayed awhile, spent time with Khione, made friends with the herbalist Persephone and her mate Tartarus, who were melanistic. He felt safe, as if he was understood. He had never known that he wasn't safe, that he was alone, but now he wasn't. It was beautiful.
But he had to leave. He had to move on, wander, look for something new. Look for Autumn, if he could. As a parting gift, Khione gave him a necklace, shaped like a dragon with a green stone, he walked away from the Moonlight River Pack, wearing it proudly.
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Pack name/ID: 𖤐 Vox Satanae 𖤐
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 31st January, 2023 -> 4th February, 2023
Decor added: N/A
Lore: N/A
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Pack name/ID: Moonlight Lull
Role(s) given: N/A
Date received/left: 27 FEb 2023
Decor added: N/A
Lore: N/A
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Under the albinism: link
Future look: link
Soren: Absent Minded
Soren dedicates his time to exploring, but he almost never remembers what he sees. Wondering so far until there is pain in his knees. He's near sighted due to his albinism, but that doesn't mean he is blind. Soren just has a very absent mind.
Trotting through the forest under the shade of the trees, Soren enjoys the chirps of robins and the soft buzzing of bees. He is quite funny and pretty kind, occasionally seeking company to find.
No matter the weather, night or day, Soren keeps traveling to find his way. Stopping to rest in the hay, his unique mutation hiding a coat of brown bay.
Though Soren shall travel until the day he dies, let us hope it's not today.
RULES!
1. You are 100% allowed to breed Soren when he reaches adulthood
2. Feel free to add to his bio by documenting travels, and don't forget to log when he first arrives! (Can be simple sentences or paragraphs, your choice)
3. Make sure you feed/play with him so he doesn't run away
4. You may keep him for up to 5 rollovers (And return him when he is 5)
5. Always send him off with his caretaker, Autumn Harvest (If you don't have enough space for the both of them, I will take them back or you can pass them on early)
6. You may add decor but DO NOT REMOVE ANY!
--------------Soren's Journey---------------
Pack name/ID: Deep Roots (#3641)
Role(s) given: n.a
Date received/left: 21-11-22
Decor added: Acorn Bundle
Lore: "Soren! Soren, pay attention!" That was Autumn's voice. The young wolf's head swiveled round to look at the older male through squinted eyes. All the better to bring him into focus. "I am!"
…
That earned him a snort.
And also caught Asayu's attention. She'd been kind enough to take them both under her wing while they stayed. She was only a little older than Soren, and her eyes glowed with a mischievous light… or maybe that was just the glint of the moon he thought he could see there. "I am trying to show you how to hunt on the tundra. It won't work if you don't apply yourself, Soren," she said, eyes narrowed. "Or am I merely wasting my breath?"
Soren ignored the heat that flushed his ears, gave his head a shake, then took off, after the older wolves. "No! No, I mean you're not… wasting your breath. I'm paying attention. I just saw another raven on the horizon. I think." He wasn't actually sure, given it was as blurry as everything else… but it was black and had wings. Yeah, probably a raven.
Asayu chuckled. "…the ravens are friends of Deep Roots," she explained. It struck Soren that she was eyeing him closely. She said nothing before turning on heel, tail swaying eagerly behind her. "Now that I've got your attention… let the hunt continue!"
…
By the end of their journey, Soren and Autumn would leave knowing that much more about the tundra, and it was Asayu's gleaming eyes that would be the last they would see before they headed off on their adventure.
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Pack name/ID: Winged Wolves
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 1-12-2022- 6-12-2022
Decor added: Bone Decor
Lore: Soren was near sighted, yes, but that did not mean that he could not be taught things. In fact, the pack had a perfect role for him regarding his eyes; fishing. You'd only need to spot the blob of movement, and it was always close by! And so, Soren was taught how to fish. Being absent minded was also not a problem with fishing, because it didn't require a lot of focus. You just splashed around in the water a little!
One day, it so happened that it was Soren's birthday. One year of age; an adult wolf. That was very important to this pack; so it was celebrated BIG. The entire pack came together at night, under the stars and moon. All the fish Soren had caught was up for grabs plus a lot of their hunting prizes, some fruit and other snacks. It was pure party for the entire night. At a certain point, the Herbalist, Heather approached him, nudging a big bone towards him. ''This came directly from my workshop. If you ever need healing, calmth, focus, whatsoever, this bone is infused with power. We use it often. It can heal you, give you energy and strength... It is the favorite bone of this pack. And it is yours. Happy birthday, Soren.'' With that, Soren gained a bone with mystical effects, but his caretaker thought it was time to go. So after the party, when the pack went to bed, they bid farewell to each other and left, Soren carrying his new bone.
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Pack name/ID: The Lost Hills / #37719
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 06-12-2022 - 09-12-2022
Decor added: Scattered Foliage [Green]
Lore: (pt.2)
Watching Autumn leave to meet this wolf referred to as Pack Leader for moment, Soren didn't know what was going on. He returned his gaze to strange she-wolf that confronted them as saw how awe-filled her eyes were.
"You were blessed, and greatly so. " The stranger said before he say anything. "The god of the sun and of passion, father of wolves: Zukai, has blessed you with his radiant fur and bright skin. Yes, yes, such a blessing indeed." Soren had no idea how to respond. Bless? God? Zukai? All these thing so unfamiliar with the albino wolf.
"I'm sorry, what?" Was all he could say before the she-wolf was called away.
"Oracle Vanya, please come this way!" Pack Leader Elex called.
Before she left she hummed softly. "Yes, yes. Great luck with follow you. The gods see something special in you and they will watch over you. You are safe and protected, young one." Her departing words sent a chill down his spine, as Soren glazed over Autumn, before making his way to join the group.
"What happened? What did that... Oracle say to you?" Autumn whispered.
"I'm...not sure...." Was all he said as they were lead to their accommodations.
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The Turning.
Soren and Autumn returned to their home home pack, taking a break from their travels for a while. But when Soren woke up one winter night, his buddy was gone. The only trace was Autumn's paw prints in the snow, but Soren couldn't track the prints well due to his poor eyesight. The wind was throwing off the scent, and the falling snow would soon cover the tracks. Soren slumped over, deeply upset Autumn had just left him behind. He let out sorrowful howls into the night sky, all night long. There was no response. No voice he recognized that howled back. His pack tried to reassure him, so he waited. Soren waited and waited. Waited for nothing. Days passed, no sign of Autumn. The best trackers in the pack couldn't pick up Autumn's scent because it was too late. Soren was upset by this, and decided to head out on his own to find Autumn. He wasn't going to wait around for a friend that ditched him, so Soren left in the evening where the sun's reflection off the snow wouldn't irritate his pale skin. Soren's new journey, was now to search through every pack he could for Autumn Harvest, no matter how long it took.
(You may continue adding to his lore however you'd like, just put this in here for fun ^^)
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Pack name/ID: Lonepaw Pack
Role(s) given: Pupsitter
Date received/left: 20-12-2022 / 01-01-2023
Decor added: Gambel Oak Sapling
Lore: N/A
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Pack name/ID:#11482 grey slates
Role(s) given: n/a
Date received/left: 2023/1/1-2023/1/14
Decor added: cliff swallowtail
Lore: n/a
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Pack name/ID: #66320
Role(s) given: Pupsitter
Date received/left: 1/16/2023-1/23/2023
Decor added: Arctic White
Lore: It was evening when Soren decided to venture out again. Most of his vision was a blur, but through the haze of it he could just make out the vast tundra plains, frost crunching beneath his paws as he walked. The scent of an unfamiliar wolf greeted his nose and he felt a cold, wet snout touch his muzzle.
"Hi, traveler, almost didn't see you there," the wolf chuckled, a female from the sound of her voice. "Your fur blends in so well with the snow I almost missed you!"
Soren laughed at this. He walked on, enjoying the wolf's company. Soon they both came to a halt.
"How rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself," said the female. "I'm Nutmeg. What's your name?" He glanced at Nutmeg. "Cool name! I'm Soren," he responded.
They continued walking before reaching a copse of trees. Squinting through his vision, he sotted shadowy masses in the horizon. He guessed it was a forest. Taiga, he guessed. The blurs of several wolves were clustered closely together, and as he neared, their voices were a bit more clear.
"Follow me," Nutmeg instructed, lightly tapping his nose with her tail before slipping into a few surrounding bushes, Soren at her heels. They entered the camp, stopping in front a slim female. She was a lighter brown than Nutmeg, standing out against the white blanket of snow.
The visit with the pack seemed to go by in a rush. He was introduced to the alpha, Willow, who allowed him to visit as long as he wanted. He stayed with the elders, listening to their stories. Though he may have forgotten what they said, Soren was happy to spend time with them while he could. Very soon Soren left, unfortunately unable to find his friend Autumn at the pack but hoped that, perhaps, in the next pack, he would find his faithful companion.
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Pack name/ID: Moonlight River Pack (#40012)
Role(s) given: None
Date received/left: 1/23/23-
Decor added: Celtic Astrology [Peridot] - Dragon Pendant
Lore: Soren had walked a long while, still looking for Autumn. He wandered through a forest, having headed south from the tundra, and into a vast woodland. Trees towered over him, perhaps evergreens. The sun was shining, a bit too bright, but blocked out by the branches above. He was weary of walking, walking and walking. All there was to his life was walking, walking, walking.
He walked, and walked some more. And then he stopped, he lay down and he slept. Then he woke up and walked again. He was starving, stomach rumbling with yearning for some meat. He was about to rest again, when we came upon a wolf.
This wolf, she smelled like morning dewdrops and pine trees, sharp yet sweet. She smelled like spring fading into winter, and Soren was sure she was that pretty too. He squinted his eyes, trying to find her within his blurry vision. At first he thought his brain had gone completely wrong, because he saw white fur just like his own. But then he realized, she was albino. She was just like him.
"Hi." She said, stopping in front of him, and looking at him with slight bewilderment.
"Hi. You're…like me?" Soren asked, trying to see her, trying to get a glimpse. "I've never really seen someone albino like me."
"Yes, I am. I'm Khione. You are?" She was looking at him, watching him, as if she was trying to take in all his secrets, figure them out and…do what with them?
Soren and Khione talked, introduced themselves, and she brought him back to her pack. The Moonlight River Pack, hidden in the north of the coniferous forest, close enough to hear the rapids. It was beautiful, serene. Except for the several dozen tussling pups, yelling and howling over the wind.
Khione sighed, "Those two are mine, over there." She gestured with her tail to two red and orange pups, yelling louder than the rest as they play battled. "I was walking to…get away, breathe….but you don't care about that. Welcome to the Moonlight River pack!"
Soren stayed awhile, spent time with Khione, made friends with the herbalist Persephone and her mate Tartarus, who were melanistic. He felt safe, as if he was understood. He had never known that he wasn't safe, that he was alone, but now he wasn't. It was beautiful.
But he had to leave. He had to move on, wander, look for something new. Look for Autumn, if he could. As a parting gift, Khione gave him a necklace, shaped like a dragon with a green stone, he walked away from the Moonlight River Pack, wearing it proudly.
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Pack name/ID: 𖤐 Vox Satanae 𖤐
Role(s) given: none
Date received/left: 31st January, 2023 -> 4th February, 2023
Decor added: N/A
Lore: N/A
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Pack name/ID: Moonlight Lull
Role(s) given: N/A
Date received/left: 27 FEb 2023
Decor added: N/A
Lore: N/A
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