Dozakh☥

The Old God

There will come a ruler
Whose brow is laid in thorn
Smeared with oil like David's boy

First pearl with smoke eyes on site:
Spoiler
Second raffle eyed pearl on site.
Born the day after Valentine's Day 2022.

Art by Val#65890

miscellaneous infoSpoilerStats:
• at birth: 394
•at lvl 1: 67-121-131-73-70=462
• at lvl 20: 127-268-275-147-135=952
• end:1240Spoiler(original) Goal marks:
• Any raffle (Zircon lupos ultimate goal)
• Most zircon marks (lupos, points, tam)
• Most silver marks
• Most auburn marks
• Maybe some tuffs and deirasSpoilerSpent on RMAs/Removers: 124 GC
Spent on Opacity/Feature Changers: 9 GC
Spent to change studs to Dozakh: 20 GC
153 Total
Earned back: 155 GC (33 GC stud reqs, 13 SC) & 17 GC from pup sales
100% of stud profits now go back to Ivalo!

Stud ad:
Dozakh☥ G2 Pearl stud with smoke eyes. 3 raffle marks, 800+ chaser stats, 1200+ total. 2GC or 850SC https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/4107731

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Night was falling on an early summer day. The air was humid but not oppressive, and it helped that the pack moved north not too long ago. As everyone dozily began to make their beds for the night, Dozakh raised his nose to the air. It carried the scent of sorrow, but the other wolves did not sense it as such.

He turned to "his" pack... a temporary affiar, although he had been living there so long it almost seemed as though it was. He told his trusted friends and hunters that it was time. "So soon?" Deno flattened her ears, worried. "You won't stay to see our puppies?"

"Sorry dear, but I can't. My father..."

"I understand. I can't follow you there, but one day we will meet again. I'm sure of it." She leaned in to nuzzle him, brushing her nose against the braids she had once woven in his hair.

"Yes. This isn't goodbye."

"Well, Dozakh, it's about time!" The tender exchange was interrupted by their orange mottled leader trompsing around the den on his nightly rounds, a lopsided smile lolling on his face. Dozakh couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "Headed back to your birthpack, I see?"

Dozakh couldn't help but return his smile. "And so it goes. Thanks for all the crab legs, Heirball. You have a good pack, and I was honored to be a part of it." Dozakh appeased, ever the gentleman.

"I beg to differ!" Heirball stuck out his tongue accusingly, "Half of 'em are yours!" Dozakh gazed out at the decidedly non-orange throng milling about their nests, and had to admit he was right. "You attracted quite the... entourage..." Heirball said with an exaggerated wink.

Dozakh blushed, despite himself. "Well, I wouldn't want the girls to make this journey tonight. You can tell them where I've gone in the morning, and those who wish can follow me."

"Sounds like a plan, champ. I'll let them know. Oh and... Safe travels, Dozakh. I appreciate all you've done for us." As Dozakh turned to leave, Heirball felt a pang of sadness in his chest. He was going to miss him... Although he'd never admit it.

we've come as far
as we're ever gonna get
until you realize
that you should go...

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The pack shaman's guidance to help the wolf pass over to the underworld:

On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords.
- Revelation 19:16

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.
- Ecclesiastes 3:1-22