ID #7153779
This wolf is currently on a breeding cool down. She will be able to fall pregnant again in 8 rollovers!
This wolf is immune to illness for 1 rollover.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
This wolf is immune to illness for 1 rollover.
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
| Currents | |
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| Age | 4 years 11 months (Adult) |
| Sex | Female Runt |
| Energy |
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| Hunger |
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| HP |
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| Personality | Humble |
| Breeding Information | |
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| Age in Rollovers | 118 |
| Pups Bred | 15 pups bred |
| Last Bred | 2023-11-28 11:41:48 |
| Fertility | High |
| Heat Cycle | On Cooldown |
| Items Applied | None! |
| Pair Bond | |
| Looks | |
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| Base | Sidhe (0.02%) |
| Base Genetics | Special Dark * |
| Eyes | Horizon |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Bistre |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Motherly |
| Markings
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| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | Red Tamaskan Unders (10% : T7) |
| Slot 10 | Beige Tamaskan Unders (26% : T7) |
Biography
horizons across the sea
Born with 257 stats
t* sidhe
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Lived in the swamp and tundra.
The smallest of the triplets, being the sister of Gator and Marquis.
Became lead in autumn of year 29, becoming the sixth generation to rule.
A marchioness is defined as a high-ranking noble in French society, and the female equivalent of a marquis.
The mate of Jotham.
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The wind was rather calm, although the night was fiercely cold. Huddled close together was the alphess, Delayne, and her three newborn pups. It had been a long night, and their mother was fast asleep now. Their father, a large but quiet wolf named Ox, had a worried silence about him.
The largest of the litter was snuggled closest to Delayne, seemingly wanting something to eat. The only boy in the litter remained silent, pressed against her tail. The runt was near-still and she was letting out shaky breaths. Soft mewling filled the space of the den as Ox drew closer, pressing his nose against the smallest of the three. "Oh, little one..." He murmured softly. "How I do hope you make it."
Marchioness's first memory was hearing her father's worried voice speak. She remembered squirming closer to him, the warmth ever-comforting. Thankfully for the family, Marchioness would in fact survive, even if she was small. While most runts would grow into their size, she never did, and remained petite and feeble. She was glad to have received Ren's blessing.
Of the litter, Gator was the largest. She was the biggest and most feisty, even as a pup. As pups, she would use this to her advantage-- using this to take whatever she pleased from Marchioness and their brother, Marquis. He was much like Ox-- soft-spoken and quiet, preferring to simply relax with his sisters than find new company.
"Come on, give me the extra meat. I'm your older sister!" She had snapped. Her dark, mossy-green and earthy-brown fur made on top of her large stature made Gator seem terrifying. "I need it to grow more, after all!" Marchioness didn't ask twice, scrambling to give her the extra bit of the seagull. Marquis narrowed his eyes and walked off.
"Hey! Come back here!" Gator huffed as their brother left. However as he vanished into the den, she seemed to give up, digging into the extra morsels of meat. Marchioness watched hungrily, but merely sat in silence. Soon Marquis reappeared, with Ox in tow. Their father seemed irked.
"Gator." He stated firmly. "You will not do that again. Understood?" She immediately stopped eating, looking at their father with wide green eyes, before nudging what remained back to Marchioness. The three pups knew when their father scolded them, it was to be taken seriously. Ox never spoke for no reason.
As pups, they spent a lot of time learning new things. One of the pupsitters, whose name was Jehosheba, had a son their age. His name was Jotham, and he became her first friend. Marquis was polite but kept to himself, and Gator didn't know the definition of friendly.
Delayne insisted they all get along, and for the most part, the three siblings did. Marchioness spoke on behalf of her siblings, Gator protected them, and Marquis was the level-headed one. Many of Marchioness's fondest memories were spent wandering through Alligator River with her older brother and sister. These "field trips" were led by the elderly pupsitter Sandalio. The pups liked to call him "almost dog," as his floppy ears and lolling tongue were an indicator there was very little wolf blood left in him anymore.
"Don't you think this a little dangerous?" She had asked Jotham, as he skipped alongside her. But he merely tilted his head, the silk shawl shifting ever-so-slightly. "Maybe, but it looks like a lot of fun!" The large blueschist-furred pup replied.
"Well... mom said Sandalio taught her when she was a little pup. So, we won't die... I think." Marquis squeaked out, clinging to Gator like a blanket, and their sister let out a booming laugh. "Eh, who cares!" She barked. "As long as I get to fight an alligator, it's worth it!"
"Well, you won't get to fight alligators, but you will get to watch them!" The elderly pupsitter let out a hearty chuckle. He turned his head to the rest of them, his golden eyes shining gleefully. "It's almost their nap time, so they should be rather sleepy." And the almost-dog was, in fact, correct. The four pups watched wide-eyed at the reptilian monsters basking tranquilly in the sun, half-asleep. Marchioness had never seen anything like it and grew to love these sorts of trips.
A hurricane blew through one day though, and Marchioness was alone. She had gone off without telling anyone, assuming the short trip to fetch some delicious seagull eggs as a surprise for her siblings wouldn't have been too much trouble, but the rain had begun pouring.
The water was rising quickly now, and terrible thoughts rushed through her mind. Marchioness looked for somewhere to go where she wouldn't have to swim against the current. She knew that just wasn't strong enough. Her thoughts were consumed by fear, and in a panic, found her only hopes of survival was to cling to a log.
Yet the rain didn't relent, and her dark mossy fur was weighed down by all the water. It soon began to flood and the water quickly came over the little pup, who was swept away. Marchioness found herself submerged under the cold, chilling liquid. She held her breath and flailed, crying out.
"P-please! Someone... help!" She sputtered, coughing up water as she bobbed to the surface, before quickly being thrown back under by the current. She bobbed up again, with the realization that she might die. Gasping for air, her stormy blue eyes caught a glimpse of something white before being thrust back under the water.
This time it wasn't for long, as she was pulled out by a long snout. Marchioness felt herself lifted out of the water, being held gently in someone's maw. He was wolf-like, but not quite. He had piebald patches and ears that were only half-erect. His frosty blue eyes shone determinedly as he kept paddling through the water. "Thank you, sir!" She choked out. He let out a grunt, which she assumed was a sort of thanks.
For a while, it was only silence, and the sound of the rain pelting the surface of the water. Then...
"Marchioness?" A familiar voice called out.
"Mom!" She cried.
Her companion's ears flickered, and he began swimming in that direction. He proved to be more than capable despite having to carry the weight of himself and another against the current, fighting his way against the current towards the rest of the pack. He set Marchioness down, who ran over to her family.
"I'm so sorry!" She cried, nuzzling her face into Delayne's fur. "I wanted to surprise Marquis and Gator... but then the water came, and I--"
"Don't worry. You're safe. That's what matters." The alphess interjected, nuzzling her little one. The young canine creature shook himself, turning his gaze towards the water which appeared deceivingly calm. The pack looked him over, wide-eyed with mouths agape. Delayne realized and she shook her head.
"Where are my manners? Thank you for saving my daughter's life." The alphess bowed to him. "We watched you swimming towards us valiantly. Dogs truly are noble creatures!"
A dog? She had been taught since birth they were honorable creatures, although with how many variations there was in appearance she hadn't recognized him. Marchioness quickly bowed as well, which included Gator to her sister's amusement. The rest of the pack followed suit of their leader, and now it was the dog's turn to look surprised.
"Oh please, no need to treat me so regally! I'm Kynan, and I'm no more special than the rest of you." He said frantically, his tail wagging flusteredly. "Anyone would save a drowning pup in a storm."
"Perhaps any dog, but not any wolf." Delayne replied, shaking her head once more. "If you need a place to stay, Kynan, the Kohana Pack would be happy to accept you."
And so the pack took in Kynan, with Marchioness frequently asking the now-pupsitter so many questions. How did he know where she was? Was there a pack of guardian-angel dogs? But he always laughed and told her he was just like the rest of them.
When they became adolescents, talk of who would be the next leader began to surge among the pack. The three lacked ambition to become any sort of functional role in the pack, so surely they all wanted to become leader! But the pack was very wrong, as Marchioness discovered when she asked her siblings.
"I don't wanna have to make others happy." Gator had huffed.
"Yeah... it's too much responsibility." Marquis agreed.
"I couldn't be better than mom." Marchioness admitted.
So the three agreed that whoever was chosen to be leader would likely be fated. Delayne began teaching her pups the basics of leading a pack while they were adolescents, although she was a tad bit too naive to pick up on the fact none of them really wanted to become one. By the time they were adults, Delayne still couldn't decide and shrugged it off as "something she'd sort out on her death bed."
And so, Marchioness grew up in the swamp, well-liked by the majority of the pack. She enjoyed her life here. It was full of great things-- short walk to the sound, relatively even temperature, and even a small neighboring pack of red wolves lived nearby. Yet the stories their mother told of her of the pack's lost homeland intrigued her.
Time passed and things more-or-less stayed the same. While she often hung out with the hunters, as her friends Capucine and Colette were both huntresses, she found the sister's shared gossip to be amusing, always.
Capucine was madly in love with Jotham's little brother, Joash, and was talking about it practically all day to Colette. Colette had grown annoyed by now-- sharing a temperament more like Gator-- and practically shoved Capucine onto Marchioness.
"Please bother her about Joash!" She stated with a tired sigh, before walking off. Capucine looked slightly hurt but her frown lasted only a second before she turned to Marchioness, beaming.
"Hey, you're friends with Jotham!" Capucine said excitedly. "What's Joash like?"
"Well... uhm.." Marchioness tried to think. Admitedly, she hasn't spoken to the badger-furred male. "He has a knack for remembering things, and nothing escapes his attention. At least, that's what Jotham told me."
Capucine squealed delightedly, and Marchioness couldn't hold back a giggle. The huntress paused, composing herself, before turning to her friend. "So Chio, surely you've got a crush too? I mean, you're going to have to take a mate at some point."
"...Chio?" Marchioness gave her a puzzled look.
"Just a nickname. Eh, nevermind!" Capucine said, waving a paw dismissively. "If you had to pick a guy, who?"
Marchioness tried to think if there was anyone she could ever see herself being with. Admittedly, she had never had romantic feelings for anyone before. "Hmm... I guess if I had to pick, it would be Jotham." She replied.
"Eee!" Capucine squealed delightedly again. "The brothers are so cute, aren't they? Ooh, maybe we could go on a double date sometime, or--"
She wondered why that idea sounded slightly appealing to her, put then Marchioness realized it had gotten out of hand. She shook her head, trying to hide the warmth rushing to her face.
"I said if I had to pick, Capucine." Marchioness replied, realizing her friend had gotten the wrong idea. The huntress's face fell. "I mean, Jotham is a great friend of mine, but that's it. I can't see myself romantically involved with him." She wanted to add 'he could do better,' but refrained from doing so.
"Aww, you're no fun. But could you... maybe? That way I wouldn't be so nervous around Joash?" Her friend pleaded.
So later that night Capucine mustered up the courage to ask out Joash, who was somehow oblivious to her crush on him despite everything else he did notice. The pack joked Capucine's crush was the worst-kept secret in the entire swamp. Marchioness nervously asked Jotham as well, but to her surprise, he didn't deny her.
"Sure, why not. Could be fun." He stated with a shrug.
So the four spent that night roaming the swamp, and Marchioness quietly found herself falling in love, despite her attempts not to. They were childhood friends, wouldn't it be awkward? But under his shawl she could see Jotham's brown eyes shone just as bright as she felt. Maybe it wouldn't be. Maybe it could work.
Joash and Capucine had since gone their seperate ways and it was just the two of them left. Jotham slid quietly next to Marchioness, and she leaned on him-- savoring the sweet silence. Fireflies rustled out from the marsh grass. It was magical, the bugs dancing gleefully in the presence of the two lovers. They stayed until the sun rose, before Jotham spoke.
"Can we be more than friends?" He asked softly. Marchioness felt a smile spread across her muzzle, and she nuzzled him. Jotham seemed to understand it meant yes and the two became mates.
Life in the swamp was nice but didn't last long, as reports from scouts told the pack that some of the neighboring red wolves were seen with collars. Knowing how the last incident involving collars went, Delayne quickly moved the pack from the swamp and after fleeing on a boat, they ended up in Porthmadog, Wales. Some scrambling away from humans later, and they found solace in Eryri National Park.
Delayne didn't live much longer, and the family had gathered around their dying mother. It was the first time Marchioness had seen Gator cry. Both Ox and Marquis had a sad air to their silence. Her green eyes fluttered, as if trying to stay awake.
"My love?" Ox asked quietly, tears in his eyes as he sensed she wanted to say something. The elderly alphess struggled to lean up before being assisted by Marquis.
"Marchioness." Delayne murmured, her breath shaky as it escaped her body. It was the last breath she took, before she gently flopped back down and her eyes closed forever.
It was a sad day that day, and Marchioness had been made alphess. But it hurt. She had lost her mom and now she was supposed to lead an entire pack? It felt hopeless. But as she took her place upon the rock, looking at all the hopeful faces below and the family by her side-- well, maybe she could do it.
And so with guidance from her family, she began to learn. Ox taught her what he knew from having been an alpha for some time, the main of which was to be firm yet fair. Gator taught her how to make tough decisions. Marquis taught her the value in listening to other's and yourself. Jotham taught her the importance of knowing one's environment. She was praised by many for her great leadership, but humbly admitted she had learned it all from those she loved.
| Birth Stats | ||
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| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 46 | 52 | 64 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 47 | 48 | 257 |
| Birth Information | |
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| Moon |  Waning Crescent Moon |
| Season |  Winter |
| Biome | Swamp |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
[Canada] Newfoundland - Gros Morne4 uses left
Decorations
Above
Silk Scarf: Jean9 uses left
Gunnison Sage-Grouse Feather [Female]4 uses left
Blue Huckleberry4 uses left
Lunar Star Dream Earring4 uses left
Below
None equipped!
In current pack for 119 rollovers
Wolf created on 2023-03-22 05:13:40