Skuld

Skuld was.. different, to say the least. With three eyes - though the third one was hidden by the body wraps - and an oddly high intelligence, Morngarde saw him as a seer. In a way, he was, though the sudden responbility could be a lot. Hveiti took him in, to teach him the ways of a healer. While it satisfied the curious pup for a while, as with everything, it became repetitive and didn't feed him the knowledge he so desperately craved.

Shadows crept around him, whispering and growling every now in then. They were in the forms of lithe wolves - Faelcu. The shadows talked of all the knowledge in the world, if Skuld simply obeyed their bidding. It was enticing. Though as the wolf grew older, the Faelcu became like family to him, even if they were a bit.. demanding.

One night, with a glance over his shoulder, the three eyed wolf left his pack to look for the answers to all the questions that swirled around in his mind. Though he often returns home from time to time due to Hveiti growing older, he still yearns for more.

Will you feed him the knowledge? Or will you guide him back to Morngarde?

YOU CAN KEEP HIM 3 DAYS MAX

AD: https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/8746352 A young pup, with the growing ability of foresight, has left to go looking for knowledge. Will u take him in? FC!


DONT
-Remove his decor.
-Chase him away.
-Remove other's entries.
-Breed him.
-Rename him.
-Keep him.

DO
-Add to his bio! As a seer and a seeker of knowledge, he craves everything he can learn.
-Feel free to add decor you feel would fit him.
-Add him to a role, whether it be hunting or scouting. Preferably herbalism.
-Try to get his wisdom and smarts up - PLEASE invest in those
-Keep him happy and fed!
-PLEASE fill out the template below!
-Give him to another person when done!
-Enjoy :D


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Username: blacklight
Pack: Fenrir's Fallen
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Story/Lore: (between spoilers because L O N G)
SpoilerUpon arrival, Skuld was greeted by a marengo wolf with a strange white pelt across her shoulders and back. She studied him from afar, watching him with cold, observant eyes. Eventually, after a stare down, she walked up to him.

"You must be Skuld." Her voice was plain, apart from a slight rough edge. Her eyes flickered to the Faelcu at his sides, one watching carefully, the other snarling menacingly. She couldn't understand them, but she gave them each a slight smile. She finally turned back to Skuld. "Well, let's get you introduced to the pack, shall we?"

They trotted off, past the trees marked with savage gouges that indicated the start of the territory line. Skuld questioned the wolf with the pelt about them, since they looked more like bear claws than wolf ones. She simply gave him that slight smile, and trotted on.

When they reached the den, most of the wolves were already watching the tree line when they broke through it, eyes and ears alert. They'd come upwind, and Skuld figured it was purposeful; the lead of this pack knew exactly what she was doing. Some of the older pups and adolescents were standing over the youngest protectively, and they were in turn guarded by three pupsitters who looked close to growling at the stranger. Skuld lowered his head to appear non-threatening, and he could feel the wolf next to him swelling up in contrast.

An adolescent broke away from the tense group, and he padded up to them happily. He was solid black, darker than any black wolf Skuld had ever seen. He faintly remembered studying about albinism and melanism when he was still an apprentice to the old herbalist, but he'd never seen either one of them before. Perhaps he could tick the latter off his list.

He greeted them with a short, out of tune bark, tail wagging and tongue lolling as he reached them. He gave the large marengo a friendly, submissive lick on the mouth, and she in turn licked his head and touched noses with him gently. His piercing white eyes turned to Skuld, questioning.

Skuld raised his head and met the young black wolf's eyes. "Hello. My name is Skuld," he said, trying his best to appear relaxed and pleasant. He was brimming with excitement. Another pack, another leader, another chance to learn!

When the melanistic wolf didnt respond, Skuld tilted his head in question. He responded by doing the same, then he glanced at his leader. Aarmal cleared her throat. "Melchior is deaf," she said. "The only thing he hears is Fenrir's howls."

A chill swept over Skuld's shoulders as he turned back to the deaf wolf. "He... hears Fenrir?" he asked incredulously.

"Fenrir speaks to him in dreams. Sometimes. He sends my little Melchior visions."

Skuld was amazed. He'd heard of Fenrir, the legendary wolf god that ruled over wolf-kind. But most believed him to be a myth. The mere thought of the trapped king sending visions to a pup after eons of imprisonment was enough to make his head spin.

"Fenrir works in mysterious ways. He chose Melchior as his voice, knowing his differences. The King wants us to free him."

Over the next few weeks, Skuld moved around the pack, gathering information on the mysterious god. He pupsat a few puppies, as was the entry role for all wolves of Aarmal's pack. He heard stories from the eldest of wolves and the youngest puppies.

Fenrir wasn't just a god. He was a king. No, he was the King. And Aarmal was certain she could find him and free him. Skuld felt quietly doubtful about this; this determined female wasn't the first to seek the Great Wolf's prison. Many had died in their conquests to find and free him, and no one had an inkling of where he was.

But Aarmal was different. Guided by Melchior's visions of the king, flashes and images that weren't exactly clear coming from a wolf that couldn't speak, the alpha moved their pack around, travelling from their original home in the deciduous forest to a coniferous one, where the smell of wood was rich in the air, and light pierced through tall sentinels and pines.

That was quite the while ago. Now, Skuld was watching over a few puppies. Well, he was supposed to, but he was actually watching the deaf melanistic wolf work. He was mixing a salve for one of the wolves that had gotten hurt during a hunt, working meticulously and efficiently. Melchior had grown quite a bit since Skuld had joined this pack. He was now a fully grown adult, working confidently on his task. Skuld too was fascinated in the craft of herbalism, and had studied under his pack's herbalist when he was an adolescent. He made his way over to the wolf, making sure to approach him upwind so that the focused herbalist wasn't startled. Melchior greeted him with a smile, then nudged the concoction he was working on towards Skuld. Skuld sniffed it lightly, and he could tell that it was almost finished, and very purely made.

Melchior flicked his left ear in a very peculiar fashion, then tapped his toes on the ground twice. Skuld quickly understood that the deaf wolf was trying to communicate, but he didn't understand this strange language of signs. Melchior did it again, then raised his paw and very clearly pointed to the Faelcu at Skuld's side, who was dozing lightly but opened an eye to regard the black wolf.

"It's my..." Skuld trailed off, realising his mistake, but Melchior was watching him intently, ears pricked and bright eyes focused on his mouth. Skuld understood. "Companion," he finished, enunciating the word as clearly as he could. Melchior nodded, satisfied, and returned to his work. The Faelcu that haunted him were much more than his companions, if that at all. But he didn't see the point in trying to explain it all to a wolf that couldn't hear, as much as he wanted to try.
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Skuld felt homesick. He missed Hveiti and the rest of his pack. He wondered what was the easiest way to tell Aarmal but in the end, he didn't have to. Aarmal told him to accompany her, and took him to the edge of her territory quietly.

"This is where we part ways," she said.

Skuld's ears pricked in alarm. "What? But I didn't say goodbye to anyone yet! And the pups I was charged with--"

"Don't fret." Aarmal's voice was quiet but cutting. "I've seen how you look at Illiana, though. Your Faelcu almost attacked a pup. And I can smell your homesickness."

Skuld refused to comment on the observation of his relationship with the head pupsitter. "Perhaps... perhaps this is for the best." He thought back to all that he had learned while living with Fenrir's Fallen, as they called themselves.

"You're going to find him," Skuld breathed, more of a realisation than anything else. "I didn't believe it at first, but now..."

"It isn't an option," Aarmal pointed out plainly. She said no more.

Skuld turned, looking at the border between the coniferous forest and the deciduous one. His pack wasn't too far away. He could almost hear them.

"Aarmal--" He realised the leader wasn't there. He could faintly make out the back of her white lion pelt melting through the trees.

He howled, and after a moment, another howl echoed through the trees behind him. But then, three more howls echoed in the distance before him.

He smiled, and began the walk home.
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Username: •ᏉᎥᎧ•
Pack:Winters Veil
Date Joined:8/2/24
Date Left: 2/11/24
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Story/Lore: !! apologies to user, former herbie had died !!


After receiving a message from Morngarde, Skuld and his Faelcu companions hurried home. Hveiti had passed in his sleep, succumbing to old age. It broke his heart along with the rest of Morngarde.

"No.." Skuld whispered softly, tears threatening to spill over, as Viđr, Fastúlfr, Aran, and Eirœnn carried the old wolf's body on their shoulders. He let out a low howl and others began to join in. Sorrow washed over his very being and he felt his eyes blur as tears began to build up, threatening to spill over. Omen rushed to his side, pressing herself against him to steady the healer. wip