Plius

Plius or Pli

"My eyes scare many, but to me, they help me see things that no other wolf can see. It makes me unique, whether that be bad or good."

Plius was born with his third eye, which startled the wolves around him. The little pup didn't seem to mind, and he had no issues seeing. In fact, it seemed he could sense things others could not. Like when a snake somehow made it into his family's den and he somehow knew the snake was there.

Plius doesn't remember much else about his family. He does remember one wolf from his home pack though: His Father, Ragnarok. He remembers the cold aura that seemed to engulf him whenever the wolf was around, and the contrast of it to his mother's warm coat. His father, like him, had three eyes. But one day, he no longer saw his father. Or his mother, for that matter.

He was left with Miss Lillemor, and he never saw them again. Over time, it became clear that Plius was not like other pups - not even because of his third eye. He could control lightning too, sometimes making it spawn under his paws. It was random, often times it appeared when he was frustrated, and eventually, after breathing, it would go away. Lillemor would always help him calm down, instructing him on ways to calm down. He wasn't the only wolf there with special abilities though.

He met a wolf that went by the name Maxi and Maxi had a way with ice and water. The two of them would often cuddle away from the others and just relax and practice their skills. They felt safe with each other since they both could wield a power.

After months of staying with Lillemor, a young wolf came in. His robes were white and pristine, his fur was a light-dappled color, and he had a large orb floating above him. The wolf spoke with Lillemor and trotted over to the two pups, who were playfully practicing their abilities. Lillemor had told them once that it was important packs understood the pups' powers, otherwise, packmates could get hurt. But this specific wolf seemed to understand that and he laid down with the pups, gently sniffing them. They sniffed him back and he introduced himself as Oliver Devero.

They didn't know it, but Oliver intended to adopt both of them. He took Plius home and promised that another pair would be coming back the next day to adopt Maxi. Plius was afraid that they were lying, that they would not come back. But Oliver agreed that they would travel back tomorrow with the pair and if they didn't, Plius could run back here himself until they took Maxi.

And they did go back for Maxi. It didn't take long for the two to bond with other wolves, who paid no mind to Plius's third eye or Maxi's ability to control water. They simply sniffed, coddled, or ignored the two pups. Plius met one wolf, though, who caught his eye. She was born a couple of months after Plius had joined the pack, and as an adolescent, he didn't really pay attention to the pups. He focused on training with Oliver and the other pupsitters. But when she got older, Plius finally saw her stand out from the crowd.

Her name was Prism. A bright-eyed and gentle wolf, Prism was eager to learn things all herb and plant related. She studied with Demena - the Shavow - while also saving time to train with the other adolescents to be a pupsitter. Plius, although shy and anxious, was convinced by Maxi to introduce himself. Prism was sweet and friendly, often giving him time to come out of his shell, but eventually, he found her presence rather comforting.

The two eventually became recognized as mates, once Prism was fully grown. To his delight, they even had their first litter a couple of months later. The two weren't overtly touchy or cuddly, happier with each other's presence and companionship. But that was all they needed.