ID #3191064
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 | 6 years 7½ months (Adult) |
| Sex | Male |
| Energy |
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| Mood |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Sociable |
| Breeding Information | |
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| Age in Rollovers | 159 |
| Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
| Last Bred | Never |
| Fertility | N/A |
| Heat Cycle | N/A |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond | |
| Looks | |
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| Base | Silver (0.38%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium II |
| Eyes | Lux |
| Skin | Lusxnei |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | Black Smudge Heavy (29% : T1) |
| Slot 2 | Black Inverted Cross (53% : T1) |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Merle Patches (64% : T2) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
Biography
Family
Adoptive siblings: Azerli
Mate: Tarnei
"Back again so soon?"
Mex smiles weakly as he enters the shelter of Tarnei's workspace, wisely avoiding the herbalist's eye. "It would seem so."
"Can't say it's a displeasure," says Tarnei, his green cloak falling slightly to expose the silky-silver fur of his back. He turns to sort through his stores. "You shouldn't go and get yourself hurt just to see me, though. There are other ways."
Before Mex can even try to dispute that, Tarnei whips around and narrows his eyes. "Don't just stand there, lay down! I have a job to do, you can't spend all day staring at my handsome face."
"Shame," Mex sniffs and plops down haphazardly in the nearest nest, immediately regretting his recklessness as his ribs smart. He's barely able to stifle the gasp of pain, but judging by Tarnei's wary expression, he caught it anyway. "You know, Zash always talks about how mean you are. I don't think you're all that mean."
"Yeah?" Tarnei says, voice muffled through the bundle of herbs he's holding precariously between his teeth. "Well, maybe that's just because you're my favourite. Don't tell Zash that, though, I'll never hear the end of it."
Mex smirks, trying to be tough as Tarnei begins to paw at the fur around his marred ribs. He'd been trying to deliver the final blow on a stag earlier when its antlers had struck him hard in the body; he's incredibly lucky to be alive after an attack like that, as it could've gone much worse. He focuses back on Tarnei, who's dabbing at the wound with a ball of damp moss. "Funny how that works. You're my favourite, too, out of all the herbalists I know."
Tarnei snorts. "I'm the only herbalist you know."
"At least you know your spot won't ever be taken."
They fall into a comfortable silence as Tarnei works, smearing various dubious-smelling pastes and such on the wound and narrowing his eyes with concentration. A few times he quietly snarks Mex to stop squirming, but otherwise the air is peaceful. When Tarnei is finally done, and Mex can feel the pain dulling with the application of a poppy seed mixture, the two of them lock eyes again.
"I'd hate to be cocky," murmurs Tarnei with an entirely too-cocky smile, "But I don't think I'd lose my spot even if I had the best herbalists in the world as my competition."
Mex chuckles, but he nods in agreement anyway and leans forward. Tarnei meets him halfway and they press their foreheads together. This is an unspoken thing between them; they don't know what it means, they don't know how to name it, but they know it brings them comfort and makes the sun shine just a tad brighter every day.
Mex stays in Tarnei's den for the rest of the afternoon, and Tarnei intermittently leaves his confusing herb-sorting to lay in the nest next to him and "check" on Mex's injury -- Mex isn't fooled. As the sun sets, and Azerli pops her head in to call Mex and Tarnei for food, they realise their time together has, once again, come to a somber end.
"Do try not to fall on any more stags, Mex," Tarnei whines, glaring at him as he heads towards the exit to the den. "Every time you come in here, the injury is worse. I don't want to be leaving goldenseal in the middle of camp come twilight because you've taken things a step too far."
It's a morbid thing to say, but necessary nonetheless. Goldenseal is Mex's favourite plant, his soul would be put to rest if Tarnei brought some to his Farewell. But, he doesn't want to put anyone through that, especially not Tarnei, so he heeds his warning. "Don't worry, I'll be more careful, if only because my sister will rip my ears off next time," He glances down at Tarnei's unfinished herb-sorting. "I'll bring you some food."
Tarnei's usually stoic face softens. "Thank you, Mex."
Adoptive siblings: Azerli
Mate: Tarnei
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"Back again so soon?"
Mex smiles weakly as he enters the shelter of Tarnei's workspace, wisely avoiding the herbalist's eye. "It would seem so."
"Can't say it's a displeasure," says Tarnei, his green cloak falling slightly to expose the silky-silver fur of his back. He turns to sort through his stores. "You shouldn't go and get yourself hurt just to see me, though. There are other ways."
Before Mex can even try to dispute that, Tarnei whips around and narrows his eyes. "Don't just stand there, lay down! I have a job to do, you can't spend all day staring at my handsome face."
"Shame," Mex sniffs and plops down haphazardly in the nearest nest, immediately regretting his recklessness as his ribs smart. He's barely able to stifle the gasp of pain, but judging by Tarnei's wary expression, he caught it anyway. "You know, Zash always talks about how mean you are. I don't think you're all that mean."
"Yeah?" Tarnei says, voice muffled through the bundle of herbs he's holding precariously between his teeth. "Well, maybe that's just because you're my favourite. Don't tell Zash that, though, I'll never hear the end of it."
Mex smirks, trying to be tough as Tarnei begins to paw at the fur around his marred ribs. He'd been trying to deliver the final blow on a stag earlier when its antlers had struck him hard in the body; he's incredibly lucky to be alive after an attack like that, as it could've gone much worse. He focuses back on Tarnei, who's dabbing at the wound with a ball of damp moss. "Funny how that works. You're my favourite, too, out of all the herbalists I know."
Tarnei snorts. "I'm the only herbalist you know."
"At least you know your spot won't ever be taken."
They fall into a comfortable silence as Tarnei works, smearing various dubious-smelling pastes and such on the wound and narrowing his eyes with concentration. A few times he quietly snarks Mex to stop squirming, but otherwise the air is peaceful. When Tarnei is finally done, and Mex can feel the pain dulling with the application of a poppy seed mixture, the two of them lock eyes again.
"I'd hate to be cocky," murmurs Tarnei with an entirely too-cocky smile, "But I don't think I'd lose my spot even if I had the best herbalists in the world as my competition."
Mex chuckles, but he nods in agreement anyway and leans forward. Tarnei meets him halfway and they press their foreheads together. This is an unspoken thing between them; they don't know what it means, they don't know how to name it, but they know it brings them comfort and makes the sun shine just a tad brighter every day.
Mex stays in Tarnei's den for the rest of the afternoon, and Tarnei intermittently leaves his confusing herb-sorting to lay in the nest next to him and "check" on Mex's injury -- Mex isn't fooled. As the sun sets, and Azerli pops her head in to call Mex and Tarnei for food, they realise their time together has, once again, come to a somber end.
"Do try not to fall on any more stags, Mex," Tarnei whines, glaring at him as he heads towards the exit to the den. "Every time you come in here, the injury is worse. I don't want to be leaving goldenseal in the middle of camp come twilight because you've taken things a step too far."
It's a morbid thing to say, but necessary nonetheless. Goldenseal is Mex's favourite plant, his soul would be put to rest if Tarnei brought some to his Farewell. But, he doesn't want to put anyone through that, especially not Tarnei, so he heeds his warning. "Don't worry, I'll be more careful, if only because my sister will rip my ears off next time," He glances down at Tarnei's unfinished herb-sorting. "I'll bring you some food."
Tarnei's usually stoic face softens. "Thank you, Mex."
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| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 93 | 77 | 70 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 89 | 70 | 399 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Currently
Hunter
Hunter | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 8 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 542 |
| Successful Hunts | 417 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 149 rollovers
Wolf created on 2021-09-25 20:53:53