Previously owned by
🍂Yvonne🍂 [SEMI-HIATUS]

Lycoris Albiflora

Level	13
Strength	156
Speed	272
Agility	270
Wisdom	159
Smarts	148
Total	1005

Family

Dynasty

Last Details
Death Age	7 years 6 months (Elder)
Sex	Male
Personality	Independent

Breeding Records
Death Age in Rollovers	180
Pups Bred	164 pups bred

Looks
Base	Onyx (0.65%)
Base Genetics	Monochrome Dark II
Eyes	Moonshine
Skin	Black
Nose	Black
Claws	Black
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	None
Slot 2	None
Slot 3	Black Spectacles (100%)
Slot 4	Artemis Ornate Stripes (100%)
Slot 5	None
Slot 6	Black Trim (80%)
Slot 7	None
Slot 8	None
Slot 9	White Dilution (80%)
Slot 10	Black Blanket Ticking (100%)

Birth Stats
Strength	Speed	Agility
128	146	153
Wisdom	Smarts	Total
115	123	665

Birth Information
Moon	Unknown
Season	Unknown
Biome	Unknown

Biography

"Lycoris Albiflora" or White Spider Lily, meaning purity and rebirth

Lyrcoris had awoken into this strange world a curious and carefree being, his eyes and ears being sealed shut, but he could feel the bodies around them, their warmth keeping him snug even on the coldest nights. The small pup eventually gained his senses, his oddly colored irises quick to take in the form of his mother, and then the bundle sleeping next to him, his sibling. His mother, Endrot, provided a gentle smile. "Welcome to Hollzirn, my child, Lyrcoris.", she spoke in a hushed tone before leaning down and gently nuzzling the pup, who stared up at her with adoration overflowing in his small gaze before his line of sight was blocked by another she-wolf, and then a male who looked similar to both of them. Lyrcoris tilted his head in confusion, and both of them let out small chuckles of their own before introducing themselves. The she-wolf introduced herself as Nepta, his older sister, and the male was Oxalis, his older brother, and their oldest sibling. Nepta had a loving look in her eyes, similar to the look his mother gave him when he had first opened his eyes, while his brother held a confident yet challenging stare as if he was expecting Lyrcoris to stand up on his paws and challenge him right there and then, or at least until Nepta had given her brother a stern glance and a small nudge, "Oh, come on Oxalis, he's barely able to open his eyes! He, nor Melia, are going to be fighting you anytime soon. You'll tramble them before they even realize what's going on." Nepta playfully scolded Oxalis, though Lyrcoris was confused at the mention of Melia, was that another of his siblings? Almost as if she was able to read his thoughts, which she probably could from his expressions alone, Endrot had nudged the pup's small head towards the bundle curled up to her. "That is Melia, she is your twin sister, she had opened her eyes a little while before you and is now resting." The mother softly explained to her pup, while Nepta began pushing out the now rowdy Oxalis, the two eventually exiting the small den after the she-wolf shot an apologetic glance at her mother. Lyrcoris didn't know much yet, but he was already in love with his small family, and his little heart couldn't wish for anything more.

Once Lycoris and Melia were allowed to exit the den, Oxalis was quick to teach them the ins and outs of tussling, though it often ended up with Melia running to their mother crying because their oldest sibling was being a little too mean or rough. Nepta was quick to scold Oxalis from the sidelines while Endrot comforted the pup, though Oxalis was always quick to shrug it off and challenge Lyr to a 'duel', who always accepted despite constantly losing to his older brother. When Oxalis and Endrot were out hunting, which usually happened a few times throughout the day, Lyr and Melia would play and tussle under Nepta's supervision as she sorted through their small hoard of herbs. Melia would often demand Nepta join them, and it was uncommon for her to decline as she had usually made swift work of the herb bundles in stock, and it kept Melia from complaining when Mother got back. Though her boasting when Nepta gave her a small victory over her was slightly irritating to Lyrcoris, that was just who his sisters were, and he loved his family.

As time passed for the small pack, Lyrcoris had grown into his paws alongside his sister, Melia. He was now an adolescent, though barely. He still retained many of his younger features and was just recently allowed to go hunting with his mother, Endrot, and Oxalis. Nepta would often stay behind with Melia, teaching her herbs and how to mix medicines when they had an overflowing stock, or teaching the adolescent how to hunt with a bundle of feathers when she got too rowdy to safely package their supplies. Eventually, as Lyrcoris began flourishing as a hunter and his mother became more and more pregnant with another sibling, his mother granted Lyrcoris permission to go hunting solo, something he took extreme pride in. On one of these solo hunts, Lyrcoris had carefully scented and stalked a small hare, before having it snatched from under his paws by an odd green-yellow adolescent. He let out a cry of anger as he charged the stranger, who didn't look much older than him, before coming to a stop in front of them with a glare. "That's my rabbit, hand it over now, stranger!", he demanded, watching the she-wolf shake off her surprise before eventually returning his glare and lowly growling in aggression. "I caught this hare, not you, It's mine!". The two's bickering continued for a while, throwing in more and more ridiculous insults as time went on, before coming to an abrupt stop as the stranger she-wolf's stomach rumbled in hunger. The sound struck a chord in Lyrcoris, who had never struggled over food like this as Endrot and Oxalis always kept them fed, even in the colder seasons. He guessed she had nobody to keep her warm and well-fed, and that thought saddened him even further, how could any wolf survive like that?
The she-wolf responded to his empathetic gaze with one of embarrassment, with it only growing further as the male picked up the hare's corpse, which had been discarded earlier, and offered it to her. Lyrcoris offered an accomplished grin as she slowly accepted the body, with it growing as she began eating from it, though grew confused as she stopped to stare up at him. "If I have to eat this hare near you, I may as well offer you some as well, would only be fair of me.", she had mumbled over a chunk of meat, watching as the male gave a small nod and leaned down to grab a hesitant bite of meat. "By the way, What's your name?", he had spoken up after finishing his small meat chunk, waiting for the female to finish her own before responding.
"My name is…Erysimum, what are you called?", she spoke quietly, but that didn't deter him from responding with a confident bark of his own name. As time moved on, the two made small talk as they worked towards finishing the hare, staring curiously at each other once they had achieved that goal. Would he ever see her again, Lyrcoris wondered as he stared into her yellow eyes before having that train of thought broken as she cleared her through and began to speak once more.

"Well then, Lyrcoris, how about we meet like this again in a couple of mornings?", Erysimum offered, and he was quick to accept, wishing her a soft goodbye as they made their own exits. Oxalis was definitely going to give him something for returning empty-handed, but he could deal with that, he had made a new friend!

The two continued to meet in secrecy, as Erysimum resided close to Hallzirn's borders, and their bond seemed to grow deeper and deeper every time they met up. Eventually, once the two reached 10 months of age, Lyrcoris was returning from one of his secret meetings, only to be devastated by the sight that greeted him as he reached his family's den. His mother and two sisters, Endrot, Nepta, and Melia lay lifelessly on the ground, surrounded by pools of their own blood. He stumbled towards their bodies as he cried out with grief, nuzzling his head into each of their chests in the hope he'd find something, but he was only met with the cruelty of life. He searched for his brothers, Oxalis and Abies, but could find nothing of either of them, Lyrcoris just hoped they were alive and as well as one could be. Still heavy with grief, he wished his mother and sisters safe travels wherever they were now, and said his final goodbyes before making a mad dash towards his meeting spot with Erysimum. Everything in his body screamed in denial, but his grief was overwhelming, so overwhelming he almost crashed into the she-wolf he was looking for, who only stared at him in surprise. He had explained the terrible sights he had seen, and she had comforted him, quickly offering her den for him to stay.
Time continued for the two, as it always did no matter what, and Lyrcoris had begun to recover from his grief and take up hunting again, sometimes solo and sometimes with Erysimum. One day, while the two were out hunting together, they came across a small ebony-colored male that seemed to be foraging. Lyrocoris was quick to approach the smaller male and demanded he explains why he was on their territory. The ebony male stuttered out a response as he recovered from his shock, quick to explain that he was just a simple traveler and had meant no harm. Erysimum and Lyrcoris shared a small glance, the female giving a small nod that he returned before they offered him a role in their small family, which the traveler quickly accepted. The three quickly grew close, with Lyrcoris coming to see Sonora as a younger brother, much like he saw Abies.

The three and their small family continued to flourish, taking in loners and travelers that wished to join until Erysimum eventually decided that they were large enough to be deserving of a proper pack name. Ery and Lyrcoris decided upon the name 'Tikqra', it was simple, but they didn't need anything extravagant when they all had each other.

[WRITTEN BY Macaria
#85792] - TYSMMM