Hyacinthus Orientalis

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• Do not change his name

• Do not delete/change existing lore

• Spoiler any lore so the bio doesnt become crowded

• The wolf may be kept for a max of 5 ROs

• I will recall him if his current pack is not rolling over, or if he is kept past the 5 RO limit

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Clan/Pack name: Tikqra
Time stayed: Birth - 0.5m
Decor added: Attached Antlers [Whitetail], Bat Ears Morph, Burning Bush Crown, Forest Dwelling Background, Tiny Tongue Blep CD
Lore: The Beginning of HyacinthusOne day, an.. unusual pup was born. Its face was uncharacteristically small, its snout too far sunken. He was named Hyacinthus, meaning "youth, beauty, and a life cut tragically short." because his mother did not think he would last long, with how he was struggling to breathe. But, unlike she thought, he persisted. He gradually grew used to the burning in his lungs, so much so that it almost seemed to go away. Alas, that was not true, but it was good that he was being optimistic. He lived far longer than any thought he would. One month, two, three. It seemed his life was a miracle, which only continued to become more unbelievable with each day he awoke. The strangest part, however, was the fact that he never grew. No matter how much time had passed, he looked no older than he did at birth. He was the most beautiful, and yet most Bizarre wolf to ever have graced Tikqra. He decided one day that he wanted to travel. He knew, even for as long as he had lived, that he would come to perish one day. And so he set out, adamant to see the world before his untimely fate came to consume him. He wondered what beauties he would see before his time came.
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Clan/Pack name: Hidden Valley
Time stayed: 2023-06-21 - 2023-06-25
Decor added: Tiny Tongue Blep (given to by owner)
Lore: Two Differing PerspectivesHyacinthus Orientalis accidentally met wolves from a hunting party in the forest. Because of his antlers, at first they took him for a dwarf deer. The wolves were distrustful at first, but the pup explained that he was a traveler and had no bad intentions. Not knowing what to do with the strange creature, they offered him a share of the prey. Hyacinthus eagerly agreed to their proposition, since due to his condition, hunting was impossible.
A few days later, he encountered the same wolves again, who this time behaved less reserved. They chatted for a while and again, shared a meal. After the hunters left, the pup decided to rest in the shade of a tree. He lay down on the ground and quickly fell asleep.
He was awakened by the rustling of leaves. Someone was walking toward him. He stood up and stared at the place from where the sounds were coming.
A puppy emerged from between the bushes. At first he thought it was just some curious youngster, but he quickly changed his mind. Although the female standing in front of him looked several months old, she had the eyes of someone much older. She had at least eight paws, growing from parts of the body where they shouldn't.
"Ah, so it's true." Blue eyes swept over him with their gaze. -"Another one like me. My flockmates spoke of you today."
"Like you? What do you mean?" Hyacinthus asked, looking warily at the stranger.
"You stopped growing. Stopped aging. Just like me when I was young."
She smiled, although it was not a happy smile. She sat down, and her four extra legs fell to the ground. Hyacinthus was fascinated. Is it possible? Had he really met someone like himself?
"How old are you?"
She didn't respond to this, just sighed.
"I'm guessing that since you're asking these kinds of questions, you don't know much about... a situation like ours."
-"Well, you could say so."
"Hmm. I can tell you that you don't have to fear death. It will not come from old age." She flipped an ear and continued. "However, you are a traveler.... where you go, you can meet friendly faces. Or you can met your end. I have only travelled once in my life and this journey could end in any moment. I could have been killed by anything bigger than a fox, fallen from high rock or simply starved to death. As you can probably see, hunting is not an option for me. The world is dangerous for wolves like us. It's better to have a family you can stay with. A family that can keep you warm and fed."
She looked at him again, waiting for an answear. Hyacinthus shook his head. Did he want to spend the rest of his days in one place, seeing nothing but his own territory? Even if this was to be the safest solution, it did not appeal to him.
"Doesn't it get boring?"
"Oh! Boring? I have seen it all" She chuckled and then her face became serious. "The birth of the new, the death of the old. They will grow up in front of your eyes and then wither away, while you remain unchanged. Your friends' great-grandchildren will bear offspring and you will still be there." Her voice got quiet. "It's not boring. It's beautiful and terrifying at the same time."
They sat in silence for a while. How old did this female have to be? An involuntary shudder ran through his body. Shouldn't he be used to the unnaturalness of it all? He himself had not aged. And yet, when he looked at this female, he saw something tragic, despite being wonderful. Was this how others saw him?
"Thank you for your advice, but I would rather explore and see what world has to offer." He finally spoke up, standing up. "Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me. I appreciate it."
The female looked at him sadly, standing as well.
"Good luck on the trail, pup. I hope you can find safe shelter wherever you go."
They said goodbye and each went their separate way. Two different way of how wolves of their kind can live.
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