Talon

Full name: Talon Over Water
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RULES!
- No pairbonding
- No setting him in lead or stud roles!
- If below 30% hunger I will recall!
- Please set a role/train him! I do not mind what role besides stud and lead!
- Keep for a max of 6-7 RO! (unless given more time by me) :D
- No editing this part of his bio or template!
- No sex changing, you will be blocked!
- Please take care of him <3 Please cure illnesses fast!
- Do NOT chase him! If done, I will request the sc to claim him!
- Do NOT take decor or backgrounds off him!
- You may add lore, decor, or a background if wanted!
- Recalling at 6yrs!
- Do NOT RMA him! No shuffles either! Unless given permission by me!
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STARTING LORE
SpoilerTalon wandered camp, his body full of scars from previous fights with higher ranking members. His body ached as he padded in endless circles but he continued for as long as he could. Talon glanced around nervously as he made up his mind, he must escape camp and as fast as possible! No wolf would notice if he was gone right? He silently padded towards the back of the camp, heading for the loud waterfall, he knew he had to slip past the guards on this side but knew he could do so easily with a little trickery! He picked up a pebble with his mouth and launched it towards the elder's cave. With that noise, the guards hurriedly moved to the cave to seek what made the noise, in this time Talon leapt out of camp, running as far and he could to get out of the territory. "Hopefully," he thought, "I will find a new pack to call home."
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Pack/User ID: Skippingstone Longtails Pack/Saffron (#124101)
Date Received: 04/07/24
Decor Added (optional): Dandelion Seeds [Windswept]
Lore (optional): SpoilerTalon came out of the mountains' many mouths with a showy yawn. He'd anticipated-- well, more! More bite, from names like Mount Molar and Dogtooth. But they'd only gummed him, if that. It galled him to think that potential rivals might flee before his very scent; that he still stunk of another wolf's claim and power.

And that's all he is, Talon thought. Just another wolf. No god at all.

Nor was Talon, he well knew, without the the reminder of that other old wolf within, Hunger, eating away at his mortality day after day. He'd known it'd be hard, hungry work founding a pack, but if he couldn't even find the wolves to fight them...if...if he must fight them; fight them again, then...

The winter wind plucked at his bones beneath his dulled coat. Maybe he should've waited until spring to make his escape. This stray thought agitated him badly, but it couldn't be un-thought. He poured it into a howl, wild and bold and dug up from his belly's bowl to challenge the Skippingstone Pack once more.

But they remained "cowards." He spat his verdict like acid into the snow, then froze.

Am I seeing things? Dandelions, in midwinter?

Indeed he was: right before his bleary eyes, spring-things bright as sparks spelled out a definite path down the mountain.

Talon went, wounds and all, far as those let him. Unconscious, there were dreams--surely dreams--of houses like herons and too-tall grasses like white swords. When he woke--surely woke--it was into the face of a new nightmare: an utterly bred-looking runt who called himself "Parda." Probably some kind of domesticated thing. And would he stop following him already? He'd rather die than hound around with a spotted fox. Wolf? Did he look like he was born yesterday?

"Alright! If you're going to take point, shut up! No, you're scaring the game, not me!"

Little bastard could finish them off, though, Talon had to admit. And it would have been hard to deny it anyway, with the two surviving somehow all the way to spring. He didn't have to like him, but he sure liked the way they cleaned out a chicken coop.

It'd be a long time before he forgot Parda's almost feline acrobatics (creepy), his shrieking laughter (double creepy), his tiny white body lost in that sudden freak blizzard. The scar Talon got from his daring rescue was nothing to brag about, but he studied its sly little moonshape often anyway, on all the solitary, moonlit nights that came after. It was his first scar earned in true service, as alpha, in the short season he led their nameless pack of two.

Notes: trained to level six and wounded on a hunt, which inspired the blizzard rescue!
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Pack/User ID: Longtails Pack/Saffron (#124101)
Date Received: 04/14/24
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Lore (optional): SpoilerBut there was an interlude before spring; both Talon and Parda knew that their farewell would be final regardless, but it would come too soon unless the seasons changed first. A yearling should hunt with his peers in winter, Talon felt, to see if they were worthy of inheriting spring's gladder-time spoils.

He still felt that way. Truly, he did. But he felt far more than he liked with this, too, as he watched Parda suffer in his sleep. Spring must come, it must come or you--we--will die.

They were out of the wind at least, wailing outside as if it had gone moon-blind without a wolf to guide it through the long night. The sound recalled to Talon the sharp cries--so like Parda's laughter--he'd tracked to find his body, broken in the bloodied snow. A ruined leg, the scent-sting of the two-leggers' false irons polluting the liquid-iron essence of Parda's life.

The white blind of panic had eclipsed Talon's fury--at humans, at human ingenuity without humility, at how his heart kicked in the snare that had caught it as he surely would a spring hare, as Parda surely now was crippled--would never hunt again--for whatever madness had taken him; wherever he had gambled with it and lost. You can't die until I've left, Talon snarled, surprising them both.

And here he was, still; still and somber. Even after they'd shouted like they hadn't since their first days together--until their den neighbor, an expecting mother bear, banged on the rock wall to roar, do you know what time it is?! Some of us are hibernating--Talon was still by Parda's side.

Is it me who's changed? Or you? Because once I half wished a bull would run you through, just to prove that you couldn't ride him. Now...

"Well," Parda rasped. Talon jumped. "Why haven't you left this runt yet?"

Talon soured on his words, then picked them over for clarity. He had practiced the technique often to survive their most unlikely alliance. "A reflection." Parda arched his brow, fox-smiling even through pain. "If you die under my leadership, that reflects poorly on me. So," Talon arched his brow right back, "don't embarrass me. Runt."

"My friend," Parda tried to laugh and coughed. Talon flinched--friend--before he could school himself. "There's no one here to judge. Only you, and me. And," he smiled, "and the mountain."

Notes: trained to level eight as finisher. (He can scout the rainforest now!) I meant for this to have more plot, but it got away from me--as it often does!--before I could tell about how and why Parda was injured, and how and why Talon helped him start the Longtails Pack. In sum: fur farm prison-break! Right under the nose of its miserable warden. I also considered changing Parda's personality to aggressive to reflect their friendship... Wouldn't it be fun if socializing could sometimes alter opposing personalities?

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Pack/User ID:styx #133842
Date Received: 04/20/24
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