Lupercalia

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came to her forever home 28/10/23

Named after the Lupercalia, which was an ancient Roman festival held on February 15, celebrating fertility and purification, which evolved to something akin to modern Valentine's Day, the name of the festival deriving from lupus, Latin for wolf.

The Morn Brought By A Cry Of A Thousand Birds
Formerly a Steward of the Palace Between Life and Death, due to her talents. There were some whisperings that her dam and sire's connections were what got her through the door, but she was appointed to become a Guardian, earning her wings. However, though she did her absolute best, there is only so much a puppy can do.

The day her seniors decided she had no more purpose, as she pleaded for another chance on the marble floor of the Palace, one, two, three cracks of lightning seared her battered little body. Without a moment to process what had happened, the clouds opened, she saw limbs snake out of where she had been struck. Her tiny wings flapped, but it was too late, and the only thing she remembered was her own horror, bitter and lasting on her tongue, before darkness covered her eyes.

When she came to, there were a tiny flock of birds crowding around her that refused to leave her side as she picked her way across the landscape, tumbling under the weight of her own paws. Her own wings, still sprouted and small, did their absolute best, but could barely lift her and her mess of limbs. Her own faded halo lit the way in the night, and the birds brought her flowers to keep her spirit up.

As capable as Lupercalia was, she was reaching the end of her short life, because after all, there is only so much a puppy can do. One morning, she was barely roused awake by her bird flock, their beaks nudging gently against her fur - then a warmer, gentler nose against the top of her forehead.

"Little one," a warm, rasping voice spoke, causing her to raise her head. It looked as if nature herself had wreathed itself over this wolf - green graced her pelt, blue sliced harshly into it from every angle, but she seemed unhurt, whole. "Where is your pack?"

Lupercalia should have spoken, but she was exhausted, and merely shook her head to the best of her ability.

The older female wolf gave her a glance over, and before the puppy could ask her to, gently grasped her by the scruff. Her bird guardians squawked and flapped their wings, but did not leave her.

"That's all right," the wolf said. "My name is Clingdrop, and I am the Alpha of Enbarr. You will have a home now."
Onsite historypurchased for 9x wolf meats on 28th october 2023

we will spare NO expense!! items used:
- halo from the seers, eye & eyeless ver.
- beaver blood moon total eclipse
- amor base applicator
- marking opacity changer
- amor marking applicator
- cherub wings
- cockatiel flock
- anniversary festive spats