ID #3032896
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
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| Age | 2 years 3½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female Largest Pup |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Unfriendly |
| Breeding Information | |
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| Age in Rollovers | 55 |
| Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
| Last Bred | Never |
| Fertility | Very Good |
| Heat Cycle | Heat in 5 rollovers |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond | |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Tuff (0.3%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Medium II |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Bistre |
| Nose | Bistre |
| Claws | Bistre |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | Yellow Back (28% : T0) |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | Auburn Smudge Heavy (50% : T6) |
| Slot 4 | Yellow Dilution (65% : T0) |
| Slot 5 | Red Butcher (39% : T1) |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Unders (77% : T0) |
| Slot 8 | Beige Blaze (44% : T0) |
| Slot 9 | Doubloon Urajiro (76% : T6) |
| Slot 10 | White Tail Tip (41% : T0) |
Biography
The Celestials' Daughter
3rd Born of Quill x Horizon
Level 01: (486) 486 - 71/74/74/138/129
Projected: 972
—
Vista and her siblings were born late one Spring, many years after Horizon first stepped foot on the land. They had lingered where Folklore might have had them move on. Quill, Vista's mother, did not mind the company of the wolf with stars in their pelt.
The Era of Swiftflame had ended in a way that did not disturb the territories across the mountain pass, so there was little change from day to day. Habits forced upon the wolves had become routine. Even still, no wolf except the former Lykaon dared to trod upon land cultivated by an Herbalist and her mate who was rumored to be a god.
Quill was old, weathered and slowed by the herbs that were used to cure others. Most herbalists grew weaker with age than average. Horizon saw that his mortal lover was growing weak and once pleaded with her to come with them back into the fold of the night sky—to the realm of the immortal Celestials.
Vista had overheard this pleading, fear sticking in her throat that maybe her parents were leaving her.
"Darling," Quill said with a stern edge—the only wolf for miles that might even dare take such a tone with an immortal. "I have pulled many wolves from the brink of death through my work, but many still die. But death is owed her due. I will not go to with you."
Vista watched as her father shifted uncomfortably from paw to paw. It was strange to see such a large wolf seeming to bow to the will of a withered thing. Her mother seemed like one of the empty sacks she used to fill with herbs, while her father's fur shone with literal stars and they seemed like a wolf in their prime, well-muscled and well-formed. "Then I too will visit death." The Celestials couldn't die but they could allow their body to age and leave the mortal realm like any other wolf.
Horizon pressed their head to Quill's and Vista thought it seemed like her father might accidentally break her mother. Vista ran forward into the warm embrace of her mother, defiantly turning on Horizon. "Stop! You'll hurt her!" Vista said with impudence.
Horizon was dumbstruck their daughter had appeared and accused them of possibly hurting the love of their immortal lives, and with the same gentleness they used to interact with their mate, Horizon nuzzled Vista. "My what bold words from my daughter," he chuckled.
It had been centuries since the sky had been born, but the celestials' first daughter was an adult in her own right now, separated from the immortals by sheer stubbornness. This pup, this half immortal, was their daughter now. And they loved her.
Vista's stiff legged stance wobbled with uncertainty, the gentleness of her father seeming to wash away her defiance with his touch. Of course the young wolf loved her parents too. She giggled when she was nearly bowled over by his muzzle that was twice the size of a large wolf's.
"Go to sleep, little one. Your mother is tired."
It was true, Quill had already laid her head down and for the first time, Vista noticed her mother's ragged fur and sunken eyes. She felt nervous for some reason she couldn't comprehend. Obeying her father, Vista scampered out of the room to the side den she shared with her siblings, pausing to give her father a stern look, as if to say not to hurt her mother. Horizon nodded and chuckled under their breath.
Finally, being alone with Quill again, Horizon laid down in the cramp den that had never really been made larger to accommodate their mass. They could feel Quill, her body colder than normal. The only indication that she was not yet gone was how she nestled into their fur when they laid beside her. A faint smile crossed her muzzle that Horizon mimicked on their own, but they could feel the corners of their mouth turn downward slightly into a pained grimace.
Horizon craned their neck over their lover's body to keep her warm through the night.
—
Quill passed away not long after that night, and both Horizon and Vista felt lost. Looking on as her father buried her mother in the field of grass she had loved, Vista wasn't sure how to go on. Her days had been filled caring for her mother and enjoying her father's company. Her siblings were equally lost.
"Father?" Vista hesitantly approached the gods in mortal flesh.
They looked at her, ears laying sadly at his cheeks. Their eyes were wet with tears and despite their great size, Horizon seemed small. "Vista, my daughter. My mortal daughter," he drew her close to him and sobbed.
For spirits so ancient as they, they had never known such loss. They felt hollow for the first time. Alone. Afraid to be alone despite themselves being the spirits of the sun, the moon, and the stars.
They felt great pain when they looked at their mortal children. None so much as when they looked at Vista. She had been the closest to her mother and her fire seemed to have extinguished by grief. Was this what it meant to be mortal?
Suddenly Horizon remembered their other daughter… the sky spirit, with whom the souls of the dead would live. But the sky spirit was alive somewhere in the world. Even now they remembered why they came to earth—to destroy the sky's lover, the lava—but here on the other side of the mountain pass, Horizon had lived their life with a mortal wolf, having forgotten all of that rage. They even had their own family.
Horizon shifted uncomfortably and looked at Vista, seeing the star on her head—their mark. "Vista. Your mother has gone home to your sister," they said in a quiet voice.
Vista cocked her head, confusion steeling her brow. She knew her father wasn't… a normal wolf, but she also knew them to be sound of mind. She had no sisters.
"My other daughter. The sky spirit," they went on.
As a pup, Vista grew up on all of the legends of the world, Quill enrapturing her children with her tales of long past. "The sky is my sister?"
Horizon nodded. "Yes, and she will take care of your mother in your stead."
Vista turned her head to that blue sky and she wondered. "Can we visit her?"
Horizon looked where Vista was staring. Letting out a big sigh, they only managed, "Maybe one day."
—
Vista and her siblings grew up taking care of the land, nurturing the herbs their mother had lovingly cultivated. Their father grew older day by day, trying to make good on their promise to visit in the after life. To see their love one last time in the clutches of one of the ancients, death.
Middle child of her siblings, Vista somehow seemed the oldest. She took care of her family and continued to mix herbs in her mother's place, though Horizon seemed to warn her and her siblings away from mixing herbs.
"Travel?"
"Yes! You should travel the world and broaden your mind, as your mother did when she was young," Horizon smiled. "I did my fair share of traveling as well when I first came to earth." They fondly remembered their motley companions… who'd gone to central Red Ridge and never returned. Their smile faded briefly, once again remembering death.
"Have some adventure, now that the lands are ruled by a new Lykaon!" The official news was that Swiftflame had been slayed by a wolf with blue fur with wind as her cutting sword who now led the wolves of central Red Ridge to the Desert where they stayed while the mountain recovered. Horizon had other reasons for wanting to go to the new capital.
Vista hesitated. "What will become of mother's lands?" She looked at her siblings, far afield, tending the herbs lovingly.
As if they were called by her concerns, her siblings ran up to them. "Father said you were traveling. We wish to remain behind," they each said in turn. Her brothers always seemed… strangely attached. "We'll care for Mothersland until you return," they smiled. It was almost creepy.
Horizon smiled wildly as if it was all a done deal, and Vista felt a little annoyed for some reason. Like all of them, her siblings and father, conspired to rip her away from her home. "Okay…" Vista said after a time, after her eldest brother convinced her that all would be right and it was just a little bit of traveling.
—
Horizon died not too long into their journey. Vista had no way to bring her mountain of a father back to the mountain pass they had called home for so many years, to be laid to rest by the body of her mother. Vista mourned. Her howls into the night were responded to by her brothers so far away.
"Father! Why did you make us leave?" Vista cried.
The stars that had shone in Horizon's pelt seemed to wink out of existence one at a time. The blue of their fur seemed more gray with flecks of white. When had they grown so old? Weren't they an immortal? Vista buried her face in their slowly cooling body.
"My child," a sound like the wind called to Vista. "I will never truly be gone." Their body had failed them, and they were going to make good on their promise to Quill, Vista's mother, to visit her in the afterlife.
"After, just look to the sun, the moon, and the stars. I'll be watching over you."
The winds picked up as if the combined spirits of Horizon whipped them up in a frenzy. And then all was still. Vista remained.
What was she to do now? The season was changing rapidly and to go through the pass now would be suicide. She felt angry, hot tears stain her fur.
Vista carried on as the first snowflakes of winter started to cover the last of the mortal body of Horizon.
—
3rd Born of Quill x Horizon
Level 01: (486) 486 - 71/74/74/138/129
Projected: 972
—
Vista and her siblings were born late one Spring, many years after Horizon first stepped foot on the land. They had lingered where Folklore might have had them move on. Quill, Vista's mother, did not mind the company of the wolf with stars in their pelt.
The Era of Swiftflame had ended in a way that did not disturb the territories across the mountain pass, so there was little change from day to day. Habits forced upon the wolves had become routine. Even still, no wolf except the former Lykaon dared to trod upon land cultivated by an Herbalist and her mate who was rumored to be a god.
Quill was old, weathered and slowed by the herbs that were used to cure others. Most herbalists grew weaker with age than average. Horizon saw that his mortal lover was growing weak and once pleaded with her to come with them back into the fold of the night sky—to the realm of the immortal Celestials.
Vista had overheard this pleading, fear sticking in her throat that maybe her parents were leaving her.
"Darling," Quill said with a stern edge—the only wolf for miles that might even dare take such a tone with an immortal. "I have pulled many wolves from the brink of death through my work, but many still die. But death is owed her due. I will not go to with you."
Vista watched as her father shifted uncomfortably from paw to paw. It was strange to see such a large wolf seeming to bow to the will of a withered thing. Her mother seemed like one of the empty sacks she used to fill with herbs, while her father's fur shone with literal stars and they seemed like a wolf in their prime, well-muscled and well-formed. "Then I too will visit death." The Celestials couldn't die but they could allow their body to age and leave the mortal realm like any other wolf.
Horizon pressed their head to Quill's and Vista thought it seemed like her father might accidentally break her mother. Vista ran forward into the warm embrace of her mother, defiantly turning on Horizon. "Stop! You'll hurt her!" Vista said with impudence.
Horizon was dumbstruck their daughter had appeared and accused them of possibly hurting the love of their immortal lives, and with the same gentleness they used to interact with their mate, Horizon nuzzled Vista. "My what bold words from my daughter," he chuckled.
It had been centuries since the sky had been born, but the celestials' first daughter was an adult in her own right now, separated from the immortals by sheer stubbornness. This pup, this half immortal, was their daughter now. And they loved her.
Vista's stiff legged stance wobbled with uncertainty, the gentleness of her father seeming to wash away her defiance with his touch. Of course the young wolf loved her parents too. She giggled when she was nearly bowled over by his muzzle that was twice the size of a large wolf's.
"Go to sleep, little one. Your mother is tired."
It was true, Quill had already laid her head down and for the first time, Vista noticed her mother's ragged fur and sunken eyes. She felt nervous for some reason she couldn't comprehend. Obeying her father, Vista scampered out of the room to the side den she shared with her siblings, pausing to give her father a stern look, as if to say not to hurt her mother. Horizon nodded and chuckled under their breath.
Finally, being alone with Quill again, Horizon laid down in the cramp den that had never really been made larger to accommodate their mass. They could feel Quill, her body colder than normal. The only indication that she was not yet gone was how she nestled into their fur when they laid beside her. A faint smile crossed her muzzle that Horizon mimicked on their own, but they could feel the corners of their mouth turn downward slightly into a pained grimace.
Horizon craned their neck over their lover's body to keep her warm through the night.
—
Quill passed away not long after that night, and both Horizon and Vista felt lost. Looking on as her father buried her mother in the field of grass she had loved, Vista wasn't sure how to go on. Her days had been filled caring for her mother and enjoying her father's company. Her siblings were equally lost.
"Father?" Vista hesitantly approached the gods in mortal flesh.
They looked at her, ears laying sadly at his cheeks. Their eyes were wet with tears and despite their great size, Horizon seemed small. "Vista, my daughter. My mortal daughter," he drew her close to him and sobbed.
For spirits so ancient as they, they had never known such loss. They felt hollow for the first time. Alone. Afraid to be alone despite themselves being the spirits of the sun, the moon, and the stars.
They felt great pain when they looked at their mortal children. None so much as when they looked at Vista. She had been the closest to her mother and her fire seemed to have extinguished by grief. Was this what it meant to be mortal?
Suddenly Horizon remembered their other daughter… the sky spirit, with whom the souls of the dead would live. But the sky spirit was alive somewhere in the world. Even now they remembered why they came to earth—to destroy the sky's lover, the lava—but here on the other side of the mountain pass, Horizon had lived their life with a mortal wolf, having forgotten all of that rage. They even had their own family.
Horizon shifted uncomfortably and looked at Vista, seeing the star on her head—their mark. "Vista. Your mother has gone home to your sister," they said in a quiet voice.
Vista cocked her head, confusion steeling her brow. She knew her father wasn't… a normal wolf, but she also knew them to be sound of mind. She had no sisters.
"My other daughter. The sky spirit," they went on.
As a pup, Vista grew up on all of the legends of the world, Quill enrapturing her children with her tales of long past. "The sky is my sister?"
Horizon nodded. "Yes, and she will take care of your mother in your stead."
Vista turned her head to that blue sky and she wondered. "Can we visit her?"
Horizon looked where Vista was staring. Letting out a big sigh, they only managed, "Maybe one day."
—
Vista and her siblings grew up taking care of the land, nurturing the herbs their mother had lovingly cultivated. Their father grew older day by day, trying to make good on their promise to visit in the after life. To see their love one last time in the clutches of one of the ancients, death.
Middle child of her siblings, Vista somehow seemed the oldest. She took care of her family and continued to mix herbs in her mother's place, though Horizon seemed to warn her and her siblings away from mixing herbs.
"Travel?"
"Yes! You should travel the world and broaden your mind, as your mother did when she was young," Horizon smiled. "I did my fair share of traveling as well when I first came to earth." They fondly remembered their motley companions… who'd gone to central Red Ridge and never returned. Their smile faded briefly, once again remembering death.
"Have some adventure, now that the lands are ruled by a new Lykaon!" The official news was that Swiftflame had been slayed by a wolf with blue fur with wind as her cutting sword who now led the wolves of central Red Ridge to the Desert where they stayed while the mountain recovered. Horizon had other reasons for wanting to go to the new capital.
Vista hesitated. "What will become of mother's lands?" She looked at her siblings, far afield, tending the herbs lovingly.
As if they were called by her concerns, her siblings ran up to them. "Father said you were traveling. We wish to remain behind," they each said in turn. Her brothers always seemed… strangely attached. "We'll care for Mothersland until you return," they smiled. It was almost creepy.
Horizon smiled wildly as if it was all a done deal, and Vista felt a little annoyed for some reason. Like all of them, her siblings and father, conspired to rip her away from her home. "Okay…" Vista said after a time, after her eldest brother convinced her that all would be right and it was just a little bit of traveling.
—
Horizon died not too long into their journey. Vista had no way to bring her mountain of a father back to the mountain pass they had called home for so many years, to be laid to rest by the body of her mother. Vista mourned. Her howls into the night were responded to by her brothers so far away.
"Father! Why did you make us leave?" Vista cried.
The stars that had shone in Horizon's pelt seemed to wink out of existence one at a time. The blue of their fur seemed more gray with flecks of white. When had they grown so old? Weren't they an immortal? Vista buried her face in their slowly cooling body.
"My child," a sound like the wind called to Vista. "I will never truly be gone." Their body had failed them, and they were going to make good on their promise to Quill, Vista's mother, to visit her in the afterlife.
"After, just look to the sun, the moon, and the stars. I'll be watching over you."
The winds picked up as if the combined spirits of Horizon whipped them up in a frenzy. And then all was still. Vista remained.
What was she to do now? The season was changing rapidly and to go through the pass now would be suicide. She felt angry, hot tears stain her fur.
Vista carried on as the first snowflakes of winter started to cover the last of the mortal body of Horizon.
—
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 71 | 74 | 74 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 138 | 129 | 486 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
Winter Cave4 uses left
Decorations
Above
None equipped!
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Hunter
Hunter | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 0 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 269 |
| Successful Hunts | 138 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 14 |
In current pack for 56 rollovers
Wolf created on 2021-08-29 07:00:25