Art

Log

>bro I accidentally used his app on my lead 😭 save for passion or rose (or lunar)
>romantic sunset lighting
>1 more marking app, get from lunar

undefined time (kept log after)-
>added biform marking
>added biform base
>increased opacity of merles
>Added celtic headgear, necklace and cape

7/7/23-
>Added sierra mountain bg
>added sentinel pose
>Added celtic earring
>Added amor marking
(2M more to go!!)

Lore

Sohorn was a wanderlust poet who traveled the globe, following the sun wherever he went. His original name was Soh, but he named himself Sohorn to give himself more of a mortal name. He was kin of Ra, and not by blood but by personal creation. Though immortal, he was unsatisfied with his life that had little meaning until he met Paranoia, the leader of the Eternity Pack. She greeted him well and treated him like any other, despite being the son of Ra. He found comfort in the pack lifestyle and though Ra was angry at his son for finding peace with mortals, Sohorn was content with wanting to stay here. Ra offered Sohorn a trade-he could either stay with Ra and continue serving as his assistant or leave and lose his immortality. Though Sohorn was scared of death deeply (it plagued him though he was never troubled by it), he took the offer and left Ra. For a parting gift, Ra left Sohorn with blessed fur-picturing the beautiful pastels of a sunrise that sprinkled through his fur all the time. Now he co-leads the pack with Paranoia, by her side.

Commissioned from Violence (#125385)

Sohorn's breath whisked between softly parted lips as he was roused from his slumber, the quickly fading echoes of dreams still lingering on the edges of his awakening mind. Despite how hard he tried to clasp onto the wavering tendrils of that dream it continued to elude him, and only flitting scenes remained. His cerulean gaze turned onto the slumbering form of his mate where she had settled, the harsh lines of her visage softened by the peace that only sleep could offer. A gentle utterance of admiration rumbled in Sohorn's chest as he settled his chin upon outstretched paws, an affectionate stare leveled upon Paranoia.

It was with this reverence that he managed to part the cloud of sleep and peer into the images that had seemingly haunted him in his mind's eye. He had dreamed of his first meeting with his beloved partner Paranoia, the ensuing strife with his once cherished overseer, and the instances that led his sun-basked path to the present. His nomadic existence as a purveyor of literature had been cut short when he met her, but not all things that end result in sadness. His experience had been a mixture of both; a tale of love and new beginnings, but also one of loss and sorrow.

His god, Ra, had always illuminated his path with the radiant beams of their guidance, and he had followed the rising and setting sun as a moth follows a flickering flame. It was the certainty of his existence and the power granted to him by Ra that had always fueled his wanderlust and fascination with the mortal world around him. He once wondered how the creatures and wolves about him could lead such a listless existence strife with mystery and a fear of death, but it was Paranoia that had guided him into a light he had never seen before, one that revealed the secrets of a life unlived and a beauty in an unknowing persistence.

Her mortality hardly seemed to bother her; it was she who always rushed to the sound of undiscovered creatures and biomes, she who did not settle for a life Sohorn would have thought mundane, she who introduced him to the unbridled possibilities of a world that could be crafted by her own paws and words. There was a magic in her presence that defied that of Ra or any god, and soon a path that had once been shrouded in shadow became unveiled to him. He grew to love the world of mortals as much as he loved Paranoia, and it was not long before Ra noticed his defection.

At first, Ra was disappointed in his subject, insisting Sohorn abandon his newfound interest in his surroundings and return to service in his light. Sohorn found his request unthinkable; how could he leave the warmth of Paranoia's love that rivaled the sun itself? His refusal forced both Ra and himself into an uneasy compromise and Sohorn sacrificed his immortality and guidance for a chance to spend his shortened lifespan with the wolf that had captured his heart. His new vulnerability was terrifying at first, but his fears were soon assuaged with Paranoia's unwavering committal and soothing gestures.

Despite his loss of Ra's support, his servitude had not ended with broken bridges. With his parting, Ra had bestowed upon him a gift; he kissed Sohorn's fur with the molten hues of the rising sun, captivating shades of rose and gold weaving into his furs. It was with this blessing that Ra had left him and though he had not convened with the sun god for some time now, the bond they shared would be forever encapsulated on his form.

Sohorn's pink tongue lapped gently at the side of Paranoia's cheek as the memories faded, the hulking weight of sleep once again obscuring his mind. His eyes drifted closed as he settled back into the realm of dreams under the ever-watchful eye of the ascending sun, its dim light igniting the gilded shades of Sohorn's fur as he lost himself once more to slumber, though this time he found his dreams far more serene, filled with the bubbling laughter of his mate and her bright yet tranquil gaze.