ID #6998980
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Age | 1 year 9½ 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 | Precise |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Age in Rollovers | 43 |
| Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
| Last Bred | Never |
| Fertility | N/A |
| Heat Cycle | N/A |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond |
None
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| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Fox (0.63%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Medium III |
| Eyes | Brown |
| Skin | Moonbow |
| Nose | Bistre |
| Claws | Conflux |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Sentinel |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | Black Merle Patches (50% : T2) |
| Slot 3 | White Undercoat (54% : T1) |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Merle Patches (40% : T2) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | None |
Biography
✨Personal info✨
Name: Phoenix The III (Nickname: Phoenix)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Father: 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 ᶜʰ
Mother: Keeper
Generation: 15th
Reason Why He Is ''The III''? (Short/Easy/straight forward Read Version): From a young age he was a wild explorer, thriving only for adventures! He always wished to travel around the world, to compete against the strongest wolves for the Gods prize of immortalization. The soul of a young, untamed beast - everyone called him. He left his home pack when he was just a youngster, finding his new forever home at a pack by the name of, ''The Bloodlust Guardians''. The nature of this pack destiny was unknown, but the nurture of the pups and adols were at high standard skills. These small warriors were built from sticks and stone to be a slate of gold. The specific tactics and movements made them stand out in the battlefield when they grew up. The young scouts where taught how to survive in the harshest conditions and were taught to not to use their eyes, as it will always trick them when a specific time comes, but to use their nose + hearing.... But most importantly - their own heart. Pups and adols who decided to become pupsitters and herbalists, learned about the ancient clan tales and were taught to use their brain and knowledge to succeed. After a few moons Phoenix became a scout apprentice after a harsh selection training which was conducted at the top of a concave hill. He was immediately respected by all wolves, especially by the Queen. He was taught by the greatest mentors, passing on their skills and understanding to him. As the moon and the sun raced against time for many months, it was at this moment Phoenix finally became a real scout - to be precise; a scouts leader of this pack. He began to travel the world, in search for new cures and new alliances to create trade links for food and ancient architecture. Phoenix enjoyed his role as it made him stronger and prouder by every glance of other pack alphas. Once on a night with a full moon, like a cheese wheel in an ocean atmosphere, two flirty wolves appeared in front of him. They looked exactly identical with only the scars placements identifying their own unique personalities. In one same voice they spoke.
''Your journey starts now, from this moment your in the competitive realm..enjoy your stay~''
As they started to giggle softly into his ear, slowly turning into a mist - as if it was a dream.
Suddenly, he started to loose control over his body, even though he was a very strong wolf, he collapsed onto the ground unconscious...
Squirrels count their ground nuts by separating them into groups of two and then throwing away the old ones. And one of the nuts landed onto the Phoenix's head with a thud - awaking him from his long sleep. He noticed some wolves chatting to each other in the clearing, around the same age as himself.
"I've hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it," said Hunter. "I'm shaking like
a pup."
"Ah," said Angel.
Everyone stopped.
Hunter raised his paw. "Ahead," he whispered. "In the dark. There he is. There's His Royal
Majesty now."
The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs. Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door.
Silence.
A sound of thunder. Out of the dark, one hundred yards away, came the ''Lord''.
"It," whispered Tiger. "It......
"Sh!"
It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. And towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each lower leg
was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a
gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. Each thigh was a ton of meat, ivory, and
steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two delicate arms dangled
out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine wolves like toys, while the snake neck
coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers. Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save
hunger. It closed its mouth in a death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes,
its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight.
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a sunlit
area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air.
''We are for sure a dead carcass!'' Squeaked in fear Hunter. As he started to run away with Tiger. Whereas Angel stood her ground and challenged the god to fight against her. Phoenix was still in a state of waking up - everything felt like an actual dream - he never been to such place before.
Angel was preparing to leap towards the monster but her actions were on hold as at that moment Phoenix came rushing in like a drunk ape who drank binge alcohol.
It was a bloody battle...With only Phoenix and the half body of the creature alive. - Everyone else was dead. He was finally honoured with a prize of immortalization and the rank - ''The III''. Which indicates - Bravery, Strength and Intelligence. Such experience happened to fast for Phoenix - as all the wild creatures cheered him onto his new journey.
''The End.'' Said the elder wolf of the pack as he gazed onto the sleeping pups in his den, quietly shutting his ancient tales book, he left them alone with only a flick of his tail.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unknown
Father: 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 ᶜʰ
Mother: Keeper
Generation: 15th
Reason Why He Is ''The III''? (Short/Easy/straight forward Read Version): From a young age he was a wild explorer, thriving only for adventures! He always wished to travel around the world, to compete against the strongest wolves for the Gods prize of immortalization. The soul of a young, untamed beast - everyone called him. He left his home pack when he was just a youngster, finding his new forever home at a pack by the name of, ''The Bloodlust Guardians''. The nature of this pack destiny was unknown, but the nurture of the pups and adols were at high standard skills. These small warriors were built from sticks and stone to be a slate of gold. The specific tactics and movements made them stand out in the battlefield when they grew up. The young scouts where taught how to survive in the harshest conditions and were taught to not to use their eyes, as it will always trick them when a specific time comes, but to use their nose + hearing.... But most importantly - their own heart. Pups and adols who decided to become pupsitters and herbalists, learned about the ancient clan tales and were taught to use their brain and knowledge to succeed. After a few moons Phoenix became a scout apprentice after a harsh selection training which was conducted at the top of a concave hill. He was immediately respected by all wolves, especially by the Queen. He was taught by the greatest mentors, passing on their skills and understanding to him. As the moon and the sun raced against time for many months, it was at this moment Phoenix finally became a real scout - to be precise; a scouts leader of this pack. He began to travel the world, in search for new cures and new alliances to create trade links for food and ancient architecture. Phoenix enjoyed his role as it made him stronger and prouder by every glance of other pack alphas. Once on a night with a full moon, like a cheese wheel in an ocean atmosphere, two flirty wolves appeared in front of him. They looked exactly identical with only the scars placements identifying their own unique personalities. In one same voice they spoke.
''Your journey starts now, from this moment your in the competitive realm..enjoy your stay~''
As they started to giggle softly into his ear, slowly turning into a mist - as if it was a dream.
Suddenly, he started to loose control over his body, even though he was a very strong wolf, he collapsed onto the ground unconscious...
Squirrels count their ground nuts by separating them into groups of two and then throwing away the old ones. And one of the nuts landed onto the Phoenix's head with a thud - awaking him from his long sleep. He noticed some wolves chatting to each other in the clearing, around the same age as himself.
"I've hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it," said Hunter. "I'm shaking like
a pup."
"Ah," said Angel.
Everyone stopped.
Hunter raised his paw. "Ahead," he whispered. "In the dark. There he is. There's His Royal
Majesty now."
The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs. Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door.
Silence.
A sound of thunder. Out of the dark, one hundred yards away, came the ''Lord''.
"It," whispered Tiger. "It......
"Sh!"
It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. And towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each lower leg
was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a
gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. Each thigh was a ton of meat, ivory, and
steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two delicate arms dangled
out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine wolves like toys, while the snake neck
coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers. Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save
hunger. It closed its mouth in a death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes,
its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight.
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a sunlit
area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air.
''We are for sure a dead carcass!'' Squeaked in fear Hunter. As he started to run away with Tiger. Whereas Angel stood her ground and challenged the god to fight against her. Phoenix was still in a state of waking up - everything felt like an actual dream - he never been to such place before.
Angel was preparing to leap towards the monster but her actions were on hold as at that moment Phoenix came rushing in like a drunk ape who drank binge alcohol.
It was a bloody battle...With only Phoenix and the half body of the creature alive. - Everyone else was dead. He was finally honoured with a prize of immortalization and the rank - ''The III''. Which indicates - Bravery, Strength and Intelligence. Such experience happened to fast for Phoenix - as all the wild creatures cheered him onto his new journey.
''The End.'' Said the elder wolf of the pack as he gazed onto the sleeping pups in his den, quietly shutting his ancient tales book, he left them alone with only a flick of his tail.
As the leaves changed to a riot of fire, and the nights drew long with the rich autumn world of dreams under the burning sun, you come across a very large imposing wolf on the outskirts of a deep forest.
In the half-light he could be a dog, or even a fox! But dogs and foxes don't move the way wolves do - in choreographed motions, one family of canine "dancers" flowing over the earth. There's an intelligence in his eyes, a fighter, a wariness of our kind. Wolves are loyal to their kin, the alpha's mating for life, the others helping to raise the puppies as an aunt or uncle might do. For a moment his spirit is with them, up there in the dawn-forest, drinking in pine aromas the same as we love fresh flowers. But on a different moment, he's talking with the Gods, saving his pack from life ripping events.
Soothingly, he started to trot towards you, a sensation you never felt before - enclaved you. His voice reaching towards your heart and mind - enchanting you magnificently as you start to loose balance and your own reasoning of life. His cotton-like fur entangled your soul...as he quietly whispered into your ear, teasing you.
''Don't be afraid ~"
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 143 | 120 | 147 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 95 | 116 | 621 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  Waning Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Spring |
| Biome | Prairie |
| Decorations and Background |
|---|
Background
Raven Cliff4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Lumen Fur Tufts [White]9 uses left
Forest Warrior9 uses left
Below
Skeletal Remains3 uses left
Currently
Scout
Scout | Proficiency | |
|---|---|
| Hunting: Stalking | |
| Hunting: Chasing | |
| Hunting: Finishing | |
| Scouting | |
| Herbalism | |
| Pupsitting | |
| Statistic | Count |
|---|---|
| Total Number of Scouts | 44 |
| Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
| Successful Hunts | 0 |
| Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |
In current pack for 25 rollovers
Wolf created on 2023-03-04 12:52:45