Lykia

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came to her forever home on 6/11/23

Named after the Lycia, the homeland of the Chimæra, considered a sibling to monsters like Cerberus and the Hydra. Lerneaen, her brother and the recessive head, is named after the lake of Lerna, the home of the Hydra.

Dew of the Mountains: At PresentLykia, having been rescued from the mountain by Enbarr, was quickly whisked off to consume the Jellyfish and become immortal. Many wolves whined in distress upon seeing Lerneaen's feebly moving head, but Lykia was determined to do her best for her Pack, even though her brother's strength was nearly gone and he was barely there.

Lykia was an energetic pup, despite the fact that she had an entire neck and head compared to the other puppies. Once the other pups understood that Lerneaen was not all there, yet Lykia was enough for the both of them, they began to warm to her, and she even began to help around the camp: sorting out pieces of moss as Lerneaen blinked wearily, even befriending a little opossum that perched near her sleeping quarters.

Yet it was with an unexpected friend that Lykia found a purpose. Snowsbane, a feral wolf who had left his human companion, saying that he knew he truly belonged with other wolves, had brought a man made lamp with him as a keepsake, using it to conduct solo patrols at night safely. Entranced by the warm glow, she asked him to teach her how - and was fascinated by the sun on the stick.

Now, when Mayserle and Cacyra allow them, the unlikely duo walk small stretches of Enbarr territory together, holding their tiny branches of sunlight as they protect the forest together. Though Snowsbane has to return her to camp after long, her friendship keeps him company for the rest of the trek.

Dew of the Mountains: PrologueLykia first remembers waking up in cold plastic and humming lights. Lerneaen remembers crying, and not much else.

Seven months. Lykia remembers padding against a glass wall, strange creatures that all had white coats and sterile gazes, her wet nose dragging against the surface, leaving marks. There was a heaviness to her neck that made it so she had to stop, but she only gave herself a little rest before continuing. Lerneaen had been rolling around, all four limbs flailing in the air, but at the sound of something, he had stopped. Then there was crying. So much crying.

Then one day, Lykia remembered a deep seated pain in her spine. She was sitting down, gnawing on a stuffed animal, one that pricked her muzzle. Lykia raised her head, searching for Lerneaen, but he was not there. The white coats reached out to touch her pelt, her tongue lolled open, then she was asleep.

There was crying in the dark. Lykia, as bold as she wanted to be for her brother, who was always the shyer, more subdued one, couldn't help it, and began to cry as well. The weight on her shoulder that had always been there grew worse, much worse, then the dark covered her.

"...attachment has been successful, but the other head has not regained full mobility."

"She'll have to go out into the mountains. If they find out what we've done, we'll lose everything."

"Bury the body of the other. He'll have no use for it any longer."

Lykia tried to raise her head, but that was the last time she ever saw the white coats, or smelled the sterile plastic of her home. The next time she saw anything, she felt only the cool wind of the mountains, and the crying of Lerneaen - now permanently part of her, unable to exist without her.

Yet Lykia did not succumb, for in her little mind, what else could be nobler than being her brother's keeper?
Onsite historypurchased for 1 nightchill app, 1 moonlight app, 2 wolf meats, 1 blue sage, 2 badger pelts, 1 gray fox pelt, 3 wolf tails, 1 charged core, 1 walrus tusk, 1 caribou antlers, 1 gray fox tail, 50 GC, and 5000 SC.

we shall spare no expense!!