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Wylan

Armada
Heir Apparent

Master Fighter (300)

Master Intellectual (250)

An icon representing the specialty Marauder Marauder

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor

age
1 Year
gender
Male
gems
64
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
397
11-02-2024, 09:56 PM

Basilisk had asked Wylan to put on a training session, and the youth was happy to oblige. He knew he hadn’t been doing quite enough for the pack lately as one of its heirs. He’d gotten a little too caught up in his own drama… so he was happy to be given a task. He made his way to the training cavern in the Col, climbing up the slope and stopping by the door.

He raised his head, and howled into the open air across the mountain, letting his song sing out for a moment before he turned and slipped inside. Waiting for Basilisk’s children to join him.


"Wylan Fatalis"
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As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning



Iskandor

Armada
Royalty

Beginner Fighter (0)

Beginner Intellectual (0)

age
Pup
gender
Male
gems
70
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
14
player
TrenRanu
11-02-2024, 10:39 PM


Iskandor was still just a pup, but even now, his paws were nimble and precise as he fiddled with the dreamcatcher, a little treasure he’d found tucked away in a hidden corner. Whose it was, he didn’t know — yet he intended to put it back only once his curiosity about its purpose and ‘magic’ was satisfied. The tiny beads and feathers seemed alive in his grasp, shifting softly as he traced each string with wonder. He had read tales about the dreamcatcher, of how it caught bad dreams and let only the good ones pass through. Iskandor's mismatched blue eyes glimmered as he imagined what kind of dreams it would protect him from, what stories it might have already kept safe for others. It was such an odd trinket, simple yet layered in meaning he couldn't quite reach. What other strange relics might be hidden, and who decided their purposes? The questions swirled restlessly, weaving themselves into his young mind like threads, and he felt his chest tighten, almost painfully, with the need to know.

A distant howl echoed through the Col, carrying the weight of purpose. It was Wylan, summoning him and his siblings to a training session. Iskandor's ears perked up, and with one last, almost reverent look at the dreamcatcher, he tucked it away carefully before bounding toward the sound, his paws light and swift as he made his way up the slope.

Arriving at the mouth of the cavern, Iskandor slowed his steps, his gaze inquisitive but brimming with intensity. “Wylan!” he called with a youthful brightness, his boyish voice cheerful but somehow quiet all the same. “I’m here!” His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up, standing as tall as his young legs would allow, determined to be seen as someone eager and worthy of the lessons to come.



"Speech"




Citadel

Armada
Royalty

Expert Fighter (145)

Advanced Hunter (70)

age
Pup
gender
Male
gems
30
size
Paleo species
build
Balanced
posts
151
Yesterday, 10:11 PM




Citadel heard the call, and he always tried to get in on the training sessions that were called by the various Armada wolves. He wanted to learn everything he could. He wasn’t quite as good at picking up book work as his mother was, but he tried. That’s what mattered, right?

He trotted to the training den, where the call had originated from. He didn’t immediately see the winged wolf but he trotted inside and found his cousin a moment after Iskandor did. ”Me too!” He said, tossing Iskandor a cheeky grin before trotting further in. He came to a stop in front of the older winged wolf, looking up at the blue man to see what the lesson today would hold.

"Speech"






Selene

Armada
Royalty

Intermediate Navigator (50)

Intermediate Fighter (30)

age
Pup
gender
Female
gems
400
size
Extra small
build
Light
posts
62
player
LadyElin
6 hours ago


Selene was playing tag with the waves in the cove, trying her best not to get wet. Her paws whisked over the black sands with practiced ease. Her exceptionally dexterous paws gripped and twisted to make it look like she was dancing over the shallows. One wave would pull back and she would dash toward it as if she could catch it. When a new wave pushed forward she danced back to the water line with uproarious chiming laughter.

She was just about to chase another wave when she skidded to a halt for Wylan's call! With a jolt and a jump, she sprinted over the beach and up the stairs just as Citadel's disappeared through the doorway. Dang it dang it! She wasn't first again! She had started from down the shore a ways.

She barrelled into both her big brothers and squeezed herself between them. "What we doin?" She asked excitedly, her tail whisking back and forth.

"Selene"