Scylle et Calliope

"Little usurpers, sung from sinew and bone"

ID #6849363

Owned by lira ⛅️
Bred by CheLe
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This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.

Level	1

Strength	95
Speed	77
Agility	69
Wisdom	76
Smarts	64
Total	381

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

Family

Wardrobe

Currents
Sex	Female
Personality	Dedicated

Breeding Information
Pups Bred	0 pups bred

Looks
Base	Cynthia (0.05%)
Base Genetics	Special Dark *
Eyes	Olive
Skin	Black
Nose	Noctiluca
Claws	Black
Mutation	Conjoined Twins
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	Unknown
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	Turquoise Ornate Spots (100% : T3)
Slot 2	Wisp Inverted Opossum (100% : T3)
Slot 3	None
Slot 4	None
Slot 5	None
Slot 6	None
Slot 7	White Low Bottoms (100% : T0)
Slot 8	None
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	White Butcher (100% : T1)

Biography

_{art by stratego #77974}

from the wonderful CheLe to her forever home 25/11/23

Named after Scylla, who along with her counterpart Charybdis, terrorised the Strait of Messina in Homer's Odyssey, and Calliope, the Muse that presided over eloquence and epic poetry, Chief of All Muses.

The little twins emerged from the stalks and shears of Demeter, fully formed, bound forever. In place of their second hind leg lay a tangle of bone and muscle that would never part, and even before Scylle and Calliope knew they had a mother from the gods and all other things puppies learned, they knew this.

This did not change their lives much, once they realised that they had been gifted immortality through their divine birth, the ability to go on despite their otherwise lethal mutation. Flowers and clovers bloomed on their tiny tufts of fur, heralding to anyone who saw them that they were divine, and such they were allowed to thrive and develop.

Scylle, to her frustration, could not make plants grow no matter how hard she tried, yet her small songs when her sister fell asleep seemed to always bring animals eager to listen. For Calliope, she bayed and whined at the top of her lungs, but could only send her sister wincing - even the plants cowed from her side. Still, those plants came right back to life, even blooming harder, once she quieted and began to nurture them.

The solution seemed easy - Scylle should have taken over her sister's passion and Calliope should have done the same - but, as the world was soon to understand, the twins had minds of their own, despite being forever joined. In some ways, it was meant to be like this: two sisters at odds with each other, never alone, against the world.