🍂Porphyrios 🍂

Base stats before training: 343

Base stats after training: 413


_-Produced-_
4x Realgar

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~~~~~Adult hood~~~~~~
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Glancing warily at the bells bestowed upon him during the ceremony, Porphyri's ears drooped slightly- the purpose of them.. were a bit backhanded. Upon his maturation ceremony, Eivori herself- of all wolves- had gifted such pretty little bells to him. Though... her words..

"For when you wander. We'll have little worries of your whereabouts."

Was it just because he wanders so frequently? Is he really that irresponsible? A whine escapes his throat, as the small bird perched upon his head pecks at the bell pierced into his ear, letting out a gentle jingle against the wind.

At the snapping of a branch, Porph lifts his head slightly, for his eyes to land on a familiar face. Alcyone, his friend since childhood, gentle and melancholy in all her glory. Her small frame and ghostly form pads up to the male, bringing with her the heavy scent of roots and plant paste.

"That was... something." She murmured, whilst sitting down next to him.

"Was it that bad..?" He whimpered, brow knit with worry at just how injured he may have looked, both now and during his ceremony.

"Mhm." she nods. "But, I'm sure it's fine. After all, you ARE blessed, as the others put it." Her cynical nature is something he appreciated.. her sarcasm, and disbelief that Porphyrios was actually a wolf blessed by the gods was a welcome attitude. Refreshing, as if fresh spring water washed over and through his thick fur.

"So, now what are you gonna do?" She directs her attention back onto him, after observing the bells tied upon him.

"Hm. I'm not sure.. I guess, wander? OH!" He sits up suddenly, ears perks, and eyes bright, and expression clad in pure joy. "I could raise birds! Couldn't I? I can probably do that, right?" Alcyone is taken aback for a moment, before a gentle smile spread across her muzzle, and the corners of her eyes crinkle lovingly.
"Yeah. probably."

"I'm gonna start now! But, how should I start.." The bird upon his head blinks sleepily.

"Could nurture orphans? Pretty simple." Porphyrios nods.

"I like that idea.. there's so many chicks every spring, so surely there'd be many that need a home."
He closes his eyes and thinks for a moment.

"I could start searching now! Like, I could probably also help injured birds!" Before Alcyone could say another word, Porphyrios runs off into the brush.
With a sigh through her nose, she watches his fleeting form, staring at the spot of foliage he had disappeared into, before turning her attention onto the sky above- sat alone, in the clearing, as mist gathers around, and disfigures her form.




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~~~~~Adol Hood~~~~
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Living beneath the golden she-wolf, Porphyrios quickly grew to learn of his purpose- and, what many around him thought to be. A weaker, but still a tried and true, descendant of whatever God or Goddess has bestowed Eivori unto the waking Earth.

However, Porphyrios himself seemed rather disinterested in all such talk of possible Gods of Sun, or wolves who may be the children of Gods. All he wanted to do was play- those birds over there seem cute, after all! They're much more interesting, with their surprised squeaks and fluttering feathers. Even if Eivori and the others of The Circle seemed displeased with his behavior, he payed no mind to their displeasure. But whether if he actually knew of it, or not, was only known to himself: He honestly did not take notice of it.

Possibly, due to being so revered, and loved, during his upbringing, may have been the result of his aloofness and naive nature.

A stranger, unknown to the pack, standing on the brinks of the boarder? Better go say hello! They could be a new friend! (Actually was not, and saw Eivori as an enemy of the Forest.)

A cute little snake, buzzing its little tail angrily at his presence? So cute! Better go pet it! That is, until one of the elders took him by the nap, and carried him off whilst he yelped sadly. (Was a not so friendly snake, after all.)

Time and time again, he seemed far too gullible- and, unfortunately, such traits carried on into his adult hood.
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~~~~Pup Hood~~~~
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Born unto a she-wolf of oddity, Porphyrios was noticed since birth- curious eyes wandering towards his small, yelping form as a newborn. His mother had even kept him closer than her other pups, already favoring this son.
At merely a few days old, he was brought before Eivori to be decided upon- word of this intriguing male pup having even reached her own ears, and she had beckoned to see this whelp.
Among the eyes of the council, scruffed by his mother, as she warily carries him across the stone clearing, thick fog surrounding the trees nearby, yet leaving this one stone clearing open- free to gaze into. As she sat Porphyrios down, she quickly left him- backing up, as if the stone beneath her paws were hot charcoals, leaving the newborn to quietly whimper on his lonesome.
A moment later, Eivori rises to her own paws, and begins to stalk towards the newborn. This pup, harnessing the usual dark coloring of other packmates, was at first glance no different that the natives of this land. However, the deep red poking between his charcoal ashen fur drew eyes- and this, is what interested Eivori, for it reminded her of her own golden fur. Perhaps, this pup, was blessed with the same unknown hand that the Harbringer's leader was? Perhaps, this pup were to become something great?
The now shivering Porphyrios whimpered louder, taking no hesitance to crawl towards the nearest source of warmth- Eivori's legs- and huddled right onto her paws.
Blankly staring down at the youngster, Porphyrios' moth held her breath in the background, worrying desperatley that he had perhaps upset their Great Leader. Others gathered around seemed to have the same fear, as they look expectantly onwards.
The silence seemed to be deafening, until finally, Eivori announced, just simply- "He is under my guidance." A pause, to glance upwards towards Whistaria.
"Keep him safe." The golden she-wolf's eyes narrowed for a moment, before turning to walk away- gently sliding Porphyrios off of her paws.
Whistaria, his mother, quickly ran to gather him up- her eyes prickling with tears of relief that her son had been so worthy enough for the leader, of all wolves, to have plans for him.
Embraced into the familiar scent of mother, his whimpers quieted, before being carried off back home.
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