Kiss of death

Two pearly eyes appraise your soul,
One black one white
Your judgement and fate
On a teetering scale
Pray that it'll find little fault,
close the black eye shut
and keep your soul's tether uncut

RULES~
- Pls dont change anything written here that wasn't typed in by you (exception being the footnote)
- You can give her a nickname for convenience sake in your lore
- Obv, don't send away or chase or sell or I will hack your balls off
- If you have breed them, and a pup or 2 catches my eye, I'll buy at a reasonable price (tho pretty unlikely i'll want one).
- Ask before you pair bond!
- If their mood and hunger drops below 20% I'll recall them automatically >:((

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Username & ID: ShiningFire#34777
Incoming Date: Jan 1st 2024
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Lore: Kiss of death had no name and no memory of where she came from, all she knew was that she possessed unnatural abilities. She was able to look into a wolves soul and judge their nature with 100% accuracy by just looking into a wolves eyes, and she felt other wolves emotions around her, emotions that confused her and emotions she didn't even experience herself. Wolves she met before often told her that her gaze creeped them out, that it gave them shivers when she gazed upon them. She didn't mind their perception of her being negative. She wasn't the nicest wolf after all, but she wasn't evil, she just mainly stuck to herself and cared for her own wellbeing. She began to grow curious of all the wolf packs in the area however. Why were they grouped up in large numbers? Why would they share what they owned with one another? Especially food? What was there to gain from companionship?

So her quest started, to learn and to try and understand these wolves that were unlike her, that knew of their origin and had families to care for. Her first pack she travelled to was ShiningStone. They were not judgemental of her strangeness and welcomed her without a question. The souls of these wolves were all very caring. She met wolves in relationships, siblings growing up together, even two grandmothers looking over their big family. Her eyes rested on an elder wolf and a younger wolf and she felt an intense sadness come over her. She approached them and asked why they were sad, and surprised, they explained that someone they bother loved had passed on recently, the elder males mate and younger females other father. They told stories of their lives, and the elder, named Acorn, finished saying that he still had his daughter and that they will get through it because they had eachother. Kiss of death was confused, and asked why he cared for her so much despite not being blood related. The younger wolf seemed to wince a bit at what she said, but the elder didn't seem to mind. He told her "Families can come from anywhere, and true love is never limited by blood relation"

After leaving ShiningStone pack and saying her goodbyes, Kiss of Death continued to think of what he said. It gave her a small bit of strange hope. 'Maybe… Maybe someday, I can find my own family too.'

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Incoming Date: Jan 7, 2024
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Username & ID: Black_Ace #25730
Incoming Date: 1/25/24
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Username & ID: wildbeast23 (#64637)
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Username & ID: Mars (#99577)
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Username & ID: Rue #91670
Incoming Date: 2/16/24
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Lore: Kiss of Death came across the treacherous desert during her travels, she was disconcerted by the harshness of her surroundings- but she was a tough wolf, she'd survive. She got into a tussle with a coyote for food, and the little bugger managed to nick her leg before she chased it off. A voice of an older male surprised her as she licked her wounds, he told her his name was Casper and to follow him back to his camp- he was the herbalist there, and he could help her. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was a reliable fellow, and chose to trust him.

Once they reached the hollow Casper introduced her to his apprentice Fae and they wrapped up her leg for her, told her to stay off it for a few days if she could help it, maybe stay at camp in their travelers den, She thanked them for their hospitality. Over the next few days she got to know the pack, they were friendly and hard working- but there was something dark and sad in the heart of the hollow, something she couldn't quite place until she talked to a strange, rough female with piercing purple eyes who said her name was Rhythm. Kiss of Death saw a pack ravaged by war and betrayal in her soul- freshly trying to mend itself.

When it was finally time for her to go she bade the leader and herbalists goodbye, and went on her way, not keen to get caught up in their drama, but wishing them well.
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Username & ID: Shunka Warak'in (#46065
Incoming Date: 3/11/24
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SpoilerRadar, alpha of the Crimson Trail pack, trotted along his usual exploring path when he stopped short. He was given the name Radar for a reason, the humans used radars to detect anything out of the ordinary from far away.
Radar was known far and wide for being one of the biggest wolves from where he stood to as far as the coast. Radar lifted his immense head and let out a low growl.

A black wolf with a dirt brown back walked slowly out from the brush. Kiss Of Death stood before the alpha and stared longingly into his eyes. "Who may you be?" Radar said with authority. "Im a nobody," her voice echoed. She kept glaring in his big, blue eyes. "Tell me, why is your soul full of sorrow and anger?"

Radar avoided the question. "You look like the one they call Kiss of Death." He stated. "Heard stories about you." "It was a loss, wasn't it?" Death said simply. Radar nodded slowly, looked as if almost painful. "Come to my pack." He said, turning the other way.

She stayed for awhile, but felt hopeless. Radar didn't look so bad on the outside,but in his inside, he was mangled by the death of the wolf who was like a father to him. She saw that but didn't know what to do. Eventually, she left without so much a word. Into the night. Feeling guilt and confusion in her chest.
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