ID #8076534
This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into.
| Currents | |
|---|---|
| Sex | Female Chased |
| Personality | Independent |
| Breeding Information | |
|---|---|
| Pups Bred | 29 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Jet (1.82%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
| Eyes | Bone |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Bone |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings
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|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Silver Wings (57% : T6) |
| Slot 2 | White Inverted Opossum (41% : T8) |
| Slot 3 | Black Blanket Ticking (50% : T0) |
| Slot 4 | Liver Wraith (11% : T3) |
| Slot 5 | Black Merle Patches (77% : T2) |
| Slot 6 | Cream Inuit Unders (53% : T7) |
| Slot 7 | Black Cross (55% : T1) |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| Slot 10 | White Urajiro (61% : T1) |
Biography
"Step too close and I'll take personal space to a serious level, mortal."
By: katastrophic #12334
SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING IN HER LORE
Small descriptions of wounds bleeding.
Pup disappearance.
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High above the clouds, where the peaks kissed the sky, in the heart of the mountainous realm claimed by the noble wolf pack known as Deorum Protectus, a lone she-wolf named Smoke traversed the rugged landscape. Her ebony fur blended seamlessly with the rocky outcrops, and her eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly light, spoke of a mysterious journey that had brought her to the sacred territory of the pack.
Smoke, a wanderer of the wilds, had roamed the outskirts, guided by the whispers of the mountain winds. Her paws carried her through untamed valleys and hidden caverns, where the echoes of her howls reverberated against the towering cliffs. It was in these remote reaches that she was discovered by Odd, the wise and venerable leader of Deorum Protectus.
Odd, a wolf whose silvered coat reflected the wisdom of ages, sensed something extraordinary in the way Smoke moved through the terrain, an untamed spirit that resonated with the very essence of the mountains. Intrigued, Odd approached the lone wanderer, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that transcended words.
In the presence of the old leader, Smoke felt a connection that spoke of a shared understanding, an unspoken language that bound the untamed souls of wolves. Odd, recognizing the enigmatic aura that surrounded Smoke, saw within her the potential to weave her destiny with that of Deorum Protectus.
Under the watchful gaze of the mountain peaks, Odd extended an invitation to Smoke, beckoning her to join the pack that had thrived in the harsh beauty of the highlands. The wind carried the scent of ancient pines, and the pack, attuned to the call of their leader, gathered to witness the arrival of the mysterious she-wolf.
As Smoke stepped into the heart of Deorum Protectus, the pack acknowledged her presence with a chorus of howls that echoed through the valleys. The pack's acceptance was both a celebration and a solemn recognition of the bond that had formed between the lone wanderer and the mountainous realm.
And so, Smoke became a part of Deorum Protectus, her once solitary journey now interwoven with the destinies of the pack. The shadows that would later become an integral part of her being had not yet touched her, and in the embrace of Deorum Protectus, she stood as a regular wolf among her newfound kin, ready to face the challenges and adventures that awaited in the towering peaks and ancient echoes of the sacred mountains.
Smoke's heart, however, was set ablaze by an unconventional love – the allure of fire. The crackling warmth beneath her paw pads and the mesmerizing dance of flames held an inexplicable fascination for her. Little did she know that her destiny would be forever altered when she crossed paths with Kudo, a dragon-wolf whose scales mirrored the very rocks that surrounded them.
Kudo, a guardian of the mountains, possessed the power to manipulate the elemental force of fire. Drawn by Smoke's affinity for the flames, Kudo approached her with an offer. Yet, the mystical forces of the mountains had a different plan, and instead of the expected gift of fire, Smoke found herself enveloped by the shadows, becoming a Shadowglider.
Bound to the shadows of the craggy peaks, Smoke struggled with the duality of her existence. Her fur, once as dark as the rocky overhangs, now seemed to absorb the very essence of the shadows, granting her an uncanny ability to move silently through the mountainous terrain.
"You are forever tied to the immortal life of a Shadowglider, Smoke."
"But, this isn't what you, promised.. Me..."
This unexpected transformation left Smoke torn between the love she held for the warmth of the flames and her newfound allegiance to the shadows. Filled with conflicting emotions, Smoke turned against Kudo, the clash of their elemental powers echoing through the mountainous valleys. In the heat of battle, Kudo left a lasting mark on Smoke with his claws – a fierce, jagged scar across her face.
"I am independent and on my own, I will not join forces with the shadows, as they do not please my aching love for flames and fire." Smoke had declared as her face dripped with blood from the impact of the scratch.
"Be that way, then." Kudo hissed, his serpentine-like body slithering in the air and away from the battle area.
Though victorious through Kudo retreating back to his den, Smoke was forever changed. Her fur retained the shadows that clung to her, a constant reminder of the battle that had shaped her destiny. Despite the conflict with Kudo, her love for fire burned unabated, fueled by the defiance of a lone wolf who dared to challenge her predetermined path.
Roaming the outskirts of Deorum Protectus as a Shadowglider, Smoke's paw pads yearned for the warmth of flames amidst the mountainous shadows. In her heart, the eternal dance of fire and shadow mirrored the untamed spirit of the mountainous ranges she called home, and the scar on her face became a symbol of the enduring flame that flickered within her.
In the aftermath of the battle between Kudo and her, she roamed about the burnt forest, she moved with an air of restless discontent. The ashen ground crunched beneath her paws as she navigated through the skeletal remains of once-thriving trees. The fiery embers that adorned her ebony fur seemed to burn less brightly, mirroring the subdued flames that lingered in the aftermath of the destructive blaze.
The distant cawing of a lone raven cut through the eerie silence. Smoke's keen eyes tracked the bird's descent as it circled overhead. Without warning, a raven skull plummeted from the sky, landing with a dull thud on Smoke's fiery crown. Annoyed, she shook her head, casting the skull aside.
The raven landed gracefully before her, its glossy feathers reflecting the muted light of the desolate landscape. Its beady eyes bore into Smoke's, and a sly grin crept across its beak.
"Smoke of the Shadow, your flames have grown dim, and the forest weeps in your wake," the raven cawed, its tone laced with a hint of mockery.
Smoke's cold eyes narrowed in response. "Save your riddles, bird. I did not choose this path, and I bear no joy in the shadows."
The raven tilted its head, a glint of mischief in its eyes. "No joy, perhaps, but power, nonetheless. The shadows embrace you, as do I."
Smoke snorted, unamused by the raven's cryptic banter. "What do you want, bird? Speak plainly."
The raven hopped closer, its feathers brushing against the scorched ground. "I want nothing, Wolf of Smoke. But perhaps, in the dance of shadows, we can find common ground. The forest may mourn, but you—you have the power to rekindle its flames."
Smoke's gaze hardened, the embers in her fur flickering defiantly. "I owe the forest nothing."
The raven cackled, a sound that echoed through the desolation. "No debt, Wolf, but a choice. Will you let the shadows consume you, or will you become the spark that ignites a new blaze? The forest may mourn, but in our alliance, it can rise from the ashes."
With that, the raven hopped closer, its wings folding as it awaited Smoke's response. The tension in the air crackled like the fading embers beneath her paws, leaving the fate of the burnt forest hanging in the balance.
Smoke's pointy canines gritted. "Your kind is an omen of death and misfortune, why would I ever want to agree to being allies with you?" She barked.
The raven stretches out his wings. "Suit yourself, Wolf. But do not forget my presence." He cawed as he turned tail and flew away.
"My name is Smoke! Stop calling me Wolf!" Smoke growled after the bird.
Many months later, where the burnt forest's scars whispered tales of resilience, Smoke found solace. The obsidian fur of the Shadowglider blended seamlessly with the inky darkness, as she guarded her newfound sanctuary—an enclave concealed within the veil of shadows. Here, amidst the remnants of the scorched woods, Smoke nurtured a litter of six pups, their fur a mix of midnight hues, each a reflection of their enigmatic mother.
One day, as the shadows cast their protective shroud over the hidden den, the distant cawing of a familiar raven resonated through the eerie stillness. Smoke's wise eyes narrowed, her ears perking with alertness. She moved closer to her pups, a silent vow etched in her gaze—a promise to shield them from whatever forces sought to intrude.
The raven, sleek and mischievous, descended from the shadow-laden sky, its glossy feathers catching glimmers of the concealed moonlight. It hopped closer, fixating its intelligent gaze on Smoke and her offspring. The tension between them crackled, a testament to the delicate balance between alliance and mistrust.
"Smoke of the Shadow, your pups carry the essence of renewal," the raven cawed, its words cutting through the silence. "In their veins flows the potential to forge a new path, a path not bound by the scars of the past."
Smoke's growl rumbled like distant thunder as she positioned herself protectively in front of her pups, a silent warning etched in her posture. "This is not your concern, bird. My pups are not pawns in your games."
The raven tilted its head, unfazed by Smoke's defensive stance. "Games, no. But destiny, perhaps. The forest yearns for a resurgence, and your pups can be the catalyst."
Smoke's eyes flashed with defiance. "I will not let them become instruments of your whims."
The raven chuckled, its beak forming a cunning smile. "Whims, no. But potential, yes. The choice, as always, lies with you."
With a final caw, the raven took flight, disappearing into the night, leaving Smoke and her pups shrouded in the comforting embrace of shadows. The forest, scarred yet resilient, held its breath, as the dance between wolf and raven continued—a dance that echoed with the promise of renewal and the echoes of the burnt past.
Smoke could only feel unsettled, she looked over at her newborns, and gently nuzzled them.
In the moonlit night, a month after the birth of her pups, Smoke returned to her hidden enclave with anticipation in her heart. Yet, as she entered the shadows that concealed her den, a chilling realization seized her. The once-filled space, resonant with the soft whimpers and playful movements of her offspring, now echoed with emptiness. Five distinct shadows had vanished, leaving only one behind.
A lone pup, his fur as dark as the deepest shadows, remained. But upon closer inspection, Smoke saw the permanent scars etched over his eyes, rendering him forever blind. The realization struck her like a blow, and a howl of grief and despair tore through the silent night. The once-vibrant den became a chamber of echoes, each cry an anguished lament for the loss of what should have been.
In the depth of her sorrow, Smoke cast her eyes to the sky, her tears mingling with the shadows that clung to her fur. "Why?" she whispered to the silent expanse of the night. "Why did you take them from me?"
It was then that the raven appeared, descending from the star-strewn sky with an air of inevitability. Its glossy feathers seemed to absorb the moonlight, casting an otherworldly glow upon its form. Smoke's eyes, red-rimmed from grief, narrowed with a mix of anguish and accusation.
"You promised renewal, alliance," Smoke spat out, her voice trembling with a mixture of grief and rage. "But all I have left is one, forever blind, and a den haunted by the echoes of what should have been."
The raven regarded her with an unreadable expression, its beady eyes reflecting the fractured moonlight. "Destiny is a tapestry woven with threads of uncertainty, Wolf of Smoke. The path we walk is not always the one we choose."
Smoke's sorrow morphed into a fierce resolve. "You played a part in this. The scars on his eyes, the absence of the others—they bear your mark."
The raven's caw echoed through the desolate landscape, a haunting melody that seemed to carry both remorse and inevitability. "Blame me if you must, but remember, in the dance of shadows, sacrifice is often the price of rebirth."
Smoke started growling and snapped at the bird. "Oh, you're so lucky I don't wish you rip you to shreds." Smoke insisted, tears welling and pouring from her eyes.
Without a word, the raven flies away, leaving Smoke and her blind pup alone.
Smoke sniffed and returned back to her den, curling up around the remaining pup.
"I will make sure you grow up to be the strongest of wolves, regardless of your blindness."
By: katastrophic #12334
SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING IN HER LORE
Small descriptions of wounds bleeding.
Pup disappearance.
~×~×~×~×~×~×~
~×~×~×~×~×~×~
High above the clouds, where the peaks kissed the sky, in the heart of the mountainous realm claimed by the noble wolf pack known as Deorum Protectus, a lone she-wolf named Smoke traversed the rugged landscape. Her ebony fur blended seamlessly with the rocky outcrops, and her eyes, shimmering with an otherworldly light, spoke of a mysterious journey that had brought her to the sacred territory of the pack.
Smoke, a wanderer of the wilds, had roamed the outskirts, guided by the whispers of the mountain winds. Her paws carried her through untamed valleys and hidden caverns, where the echoes of her howls reverberated against the towering cliffs. It was in these remote reaches that she was discovered by Odd, the wise and venerable leader of Deorum Protectus.
Odd, a wolf whose silvered coat reflected the wisdom of ages, sensed something extraordinary in the way Smoke moved through the terrain, an untamed spirit that resonated with the very essence of the mountains. Intrigued, Odd approached the lone wanderer, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that transcended words.
In the presence of the old leader, Smoke felt a connection that spoke of a shared understanding, an unspoken language that bound the untamed souls of wolves. Odd, recognizing the enigmatic aura that surrounded Smoke, saw within her the potential to weave her destiny with that of Deorum Protectus.
Under the watchful gaze of the mountain peaks, Odd extended an invitation to Smoke, beckoning her to join the pack that had thrived in the harsh beauty of the highlands. The wind carried the scent of ancient pines, and the pack, attuned to the call of their leader, gathered to witness the arrival of the mysterious she-wolf.
As Smoke stepped into the heart of Deorum Protectus, the pack acknowledged her presence with a chorus of howls that echoed through the valleys. The pack's acceptance was both a celebration and a solemn recognition of the bond that had formed between the lone wanderer and the mountainous realm.
And so, Smoke became a part of Deorum Protectus, her once solitary journey now interwoven with the destinies of the pack. The shadows that would later become an integral part of her being had not yet touched her, and in the embrace of Deorum Protectus, she stood as a regular wolf among her newfound kin, ready to face the challenges and adventures that awaited in the towering peaks and ancient echoes of the sacred mountains.
Smoke's heart, however, was set ablaze by an unconventional love – the allure of fire. The crackling warmth beneath her paw pads and the mesmerizing dance of flames held an inexplicable fascination for her. Little did she know that her destiny would be forever altered when she crossed paths with Kudo, a dragon-wolf whose scales mirrored the very rocks that surrounded them.
Kudo, a guardian of the mountains, possessed the power to manipulate the elemental force of fire. Drawn by Smoke's affinity for the flames, Kudo approached her with an offer. Yet, the mystical forces of the mountains had a different plan, and instead of the expected gift of fire, Smoke found herself enveloped by the shadows, becoming a Shadowglider.
Bound to the shadows of the craggy peaks, Smoke struggled with the duality of her existence. Her fur, once as dark as the rocky overhangs, now seemed to absorb the very essence of the shadows, granting her an uncanny ability to move silently through the mountainous terrain.
"You are forever tied to the immortal life of a Shadowglider, Smoke."
"But, this isn't what you, promised.. Me..."
This unexpected transformation left Smoke torn between the love she held for the warmth of the flames and her newfound allegiance to the shadows. Filled with conflicting emotions, Smoke turned against Kudo, the clash of their elemental powers echoing through the mountainous valleys. In the heat of battle, Kudo left a lasting mark on Smoke with his claws – a fierce, jagged scar across her face.
"I am independent and on my own, I will not join forces with the shadows, as they do not please my aching love for flames and fire." Smoke had declared as her face dripped with blood from the impact of the scratch.
"Be that way, then." Kudo hissed, his serpentine-like body slithering in the air and away from the battle area.
Though victorious through Kudo retreating back to his den, Smoke was forever changed. Her fur retained the shadows that clung to her, a constant reminder of the battle that had shaped her destiny. Despite the conflict with Kudo, her love for fire burned unabated, fueled by the defiance of a lone wolf who dared to challenge her predetermined path.
Roaming the outskirts of Deorum Protectus as a Shadowglider, Smoke's paw pads yearned for the warmth of flames amidst the mountainous shadows. In her heart, the eternal dance of fire and shadow mirrored the untamed spirit of the mountainous ranges she called home, and the scar on her face became a symbol of the enduring flame that flickered within her.
In the aftermath of the battle between Kudo and her, she roamed about the burnt forest, she moved with an air of restless discontent. The ashen ground crunched beneath her paws as she navigated through the skeletal remains of once-thriving trees. The fiery embers that adorned her ebony fur seemed to burn less brightly, mirroring the subdued flames that lingered in the aftermath of the destructive blaze.
The distant cawing of a lone raven cut through the eerie silence. Smoke's keen eyes tracked the bird's descent as it circled overhead. Without warning, a raven skull plummeted from the sky, landing with a dull thud on Smoke's fiery crown. Annoyed, she shook her head, casting the skull aside.
The raven landed gracefully before her, its glossy feathers reflecting the muted light of the desolate landscape. Its beady eyes bore into Smoke's, and a sly grin crept across its beak.
"Smoke of the Shadow, your flames have grown dim, and the forest weeps in your wake," the raven cawed, its tone laced with a hint of mockery.
Smoke's cold eyes narrowed in response. "Save your riddles, bird. I did not choose this path, and I bear no joy in the shadows."
The raven tilted its head, a glint of mischief in its eyes. "No joy, perhaps, but power, nonetheless. The shadows embrace you, as do I."
Smoke snorted, unamused by the raven's cryptic banter. "What do you want, bird? Speak plainly."
The raven hopped closer, its feathers brushing against the scorched ground. "I want nothing, Wolf of Smoke. But perhaps, in the dance of shadows, we can find common ground. The forest may mourn, but you—you have the power to rekindle its flames."
Smoke's gaze hardened, the embers in her fur flickering defiantly. "I owe the forest nothing."
The raven cackled, a sound that echoed through the desolation. "No debt, Wolf, but a choice. Will you let the shadows consume you, or will you become the spark that ignites a new blaze? The forest may mourn, but in our alliance, it can rise from the ashes."
With that, the raven hopped closer, its wings folding as it awaited Smoke's response. The tension in the air crackled like the fading embers beneath her paws, leaving the fate of the burnt forest hanging in the balance.
Smoke's pointy canines gritted. "Your kind is an omen of death and misfortune, why would I ever want to agree to being allies with you?" She barked.
The raven stretches out his wings. "Suit yourself, Wolf. But do not forget my presence." He cawed as he turned tail and flew away.
"My name is Smoke! Stop calling me Wolf!" Smoke growled after the bird.
Many months later, where the burnt forest's scars whispered tales of resilience, Smoke found solace. The obsidian fur of the Shadowglider blended seamlessly with the inky darkness, as she guarded her newfound sanctuary—an enclave concealed within the veil of shadows. Here, amidst the remnants of the scorched woods, Smoke nurtured a litter of six pups, their fur a mix of midnight hues, each a reflection of their enigmatic mother.
One day, as the shadows cast their protective shroud over the hidden den, the distant cawing of a familiar raven resonated through the eerie stillness. Smoke's wise eyes narrowed, her ears perking with alertness. She moved closer to her pups, a silent vow etched in her gaze—a promise to shield them from whatever forces sought to intrude.
The raven, sleek and mischievous, descended from the shadow-laden sky, its glossy feathers catching glimmers of the concealed moonlight. It hopped closer, fixating its intelligent gaze on Smoke and her offspring. The tension between them crackled, a testament to the delicate balance between alliance and mistrust.
"Smoke of the Shadow, your pups carry the essence of renewal," the raven cawed, its words cutting through the silence. "In their veins flows the potential to forge a new path, a path not bound by the scars of the past."
Smoke's growl rumbled like distant thunder as she positioned herself protectively in front of her pups, a silent warning etched in her posture. "This is not your concern, bird. My pups are not pawns in your games."
The raven tilted its head, unfazed by Smoke's defensive stance. "Games, no. But destiny, perhaps. The forest yearns for a resurgence, and your pups can be the catalyst."
Smoke's eyes flashed with defiance. "I will not let them become instruments of your whims."
The raven chuckled, its beak forming a cunning smile. "Whims, no. But potential, yes. The choice, as always, lies with you."
With a final caw, the raven took flight, disappearing into the night, leaving Smoke and her pups shrouded in the comforting embrace of shadows. The forest, scarred yet resilient, held its breath, as the dance between wolf and raven continued—a dance that echoed with the promise of renewal and the echoes of the burnt past.
Smoke could only feel unsettled, she looked over at her newborns, and gently nuzzled them.
In the moonlit night, a month after the birth of her pups, Smoke returned to her hidden enclave with anticipation in her heart. Yet, as she entered the shadows that concealed her den, a chilling realization seized her. The once-filled space, resonant with the soft whimpers and playful movements of her offspring, now echoed with emptiness. Five distinct shadows had vanished, leaving only one behind.
A lone pup, his fur as dark as the deepest shadows, remained. But upon closer inspection, Smoke saw the permanent scars etched over his eyes, rendering him forever blind. The realization struck her like a blow, and a howl of grief and despair tore through the silent night. The once-vibrant den became a chamber of echoes, each cry an anguished lament for the loss of what should have been.
In the depth of her sorrow, Smoke cast her eyes to the sky, her tears mingling with the shadows that clung to her fur. "Why?" she whispered to the silent expanse of the night. "Why did you take them from me?"
It was then that the raven appeared, descending from the star-strewn sky with an air of inevitability. Its glossy feathers seemed to absorb the moonlight, casting an otherworldly glow upon its form. Smoke's eyes, red-rimmed from grief, narrowed with a mix of anguish and accusation.
"You promised renewal, alliance," Smoke spat out, her voice trembling with a mixture of grief and rage. "But all I have left is one, forever blind, and a den haunted by the echoes of what should have been."
The raven regarded her with an unreadable expression, its beady eyes reflecting the fractured moonlight. "Destiny is a tapestry woven with threads of uncertainty, Wolf of Smoke. The path we walk is not always the one we choose."
Smoke's sorrow morphed into a fierce resolve. "You played a part in this. The scars on his eyes, the absence of the others—they bear your mark."
The raven's caw echoed through the desolate landscape, a haunting melody that seemed to carry both remorse and inevitability. "Blame me if you must, but remember, in the dance of shadows, sacrifice is often the price of rebirth."
Smoke started growling and snapped at the bird. "Oh, you're so lucky I don't wish you rip you to shreds." Smoke insisted, tears welling and pouring from her eyes.
Without a word, the raven flies away, leaving Smoke and her blind pup alone.
Smoke sniffed and returned back to her den, curling up around the remaining pup.
"I will make sure you grow up to be the strongest of wolves, regardless of your blindness."
| Birth Stats | ||
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| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
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| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
| Decorations and Background |
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Background
Burned Forest4 uses left
Decorations
Above
A Halo from the Corrupted [Eyeless]9 uses left
Skrunkly9 uses left
Ogham Emblems Bodywear [Silver]4 uses left
Starlet Eyes9 uses left
(Expression) Snide9 uses left
Battlefield9 uses left
Scar: Face4 uses left
Scar: Nose Bridge [High]3 uses left
Scar: Stop4 uses left
Scar: Nose Bridge4 uses left
Celtic Ruana Wrap [Black]4 uses left
Worn Cloak9 uses left
Smoky Quartz Necklace4 uses left
Black Bat Wings9 uses left
Below
None equipped!
In current pack for 279 rollovers
Wolf created on 2023-08-13 22:30:55