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 Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:08 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:09 am
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Be sure to follow Kells' canon, shop rules, and general Gaia TOS.
Anyone may enter, excluding judges.
You may enter once per puppy.
These are pack puppies so please follow pack naming conventions.
If you're not familiar with the pack, please read up on The Swiftfell here.
You may edit your post until close.
The prize wolf must remain in Swiftfell until the pack is disbanded.
It is up to you to verify your chosen name is available. If it is not, your entry will be disqualified.
Have questions? Do not hesitate to reach out to In Good Faith via PM or discord (InGoodFaith#8327).
Immediate Family:
Father: Sambar (In Good Faith), Healer
Mother: Chickadee Bark (DavyJnah), Protector
Younger Sister: Heartwood Wren (DavyJnah), Rambunctious, Bullheaded, Caring (future healer)
Younger Brother: Pipit (Rhogar Delmirev), Cautious, Introverted, Caring (future healer)
Youngest Brother: Song Sparrow (In Good Faith), Soft-Spoken, Quirky, Curious (future healer)
Extended Family:
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:14 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:26 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:25 pm
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Puppy Name: Black Birch
Future Rank: Protector
Origin Story: [ wc 487; permission granted by Straye to add Evereve into history ]
Black Birch was born to one of The Spider's Flies, though he would never know it. Shortly after his litter was able to see and walk, they were split among the two parents, with BB - an affectionate nickname, he thought, rather than the easier to memorize and more pragmatic reason his father actually had - tagging along with his dad for what he thought would be an adventure. His father had plans to either train him up as another spy for The Spider or else dump him on a pack, but neither could have predicted that enemies of the information broker would find them. Whether it was a deal gone sour or else a backstabbing ambush, neither would ever know. Knowing he could have a chance at life if he left, Black Birch instead stayed by his bleeding out parent, desperate to protect and find food for him, anything he could do to help.
Despite his efforts, the pup should have been consigned to a slow death with his father...but a berserker by the name of Evereve happened across them. She had apparently been looking for signs of The Spider herself, led by the strange dream of a pup she had visited with in a pack called the Coven.
The pup had told her: "I had a dream; it was about a fly on the wall of a cave. The cave had little glowing stars in the walls. The light of the stars cast a shadow over the fly, and the legs on the shadow of the fly grow longer and longer, and soon the hairs on the legs are stretching until the shadows formed into the shape of a spider's web..."
She had thought nothing of it until she heard rumors of a Spider that knew everything about Kells. Perhaps that would coincide with her mission to become an all-pack ambassador? It seemed by listening to the dream and the rumors that followed soon after, she had found one of the Flies - albeit not in the way she had expected. Black Birch's father bargained for the safety of his pup by giving more information on where to best locate the broker before passing on. Black Birch was inconsolable for most of the trip, having had to be dragged away from his father's corpse, but eventually Evereve was able to coax him into considering the Swiftfell for a home: her recently discovered brother was there to watch over him, after all, and she could always visit.
And so Black Birch found himself taken in by Sambar and Chickadee Bark. His fervent need to protect his new home would carry him forward, but he would always be plagued by the idea that he hadn't been strong enough to save his father. What if the others also end up dying...? Who was this Spider they had talked about? These questions will burn in him as he makes his puppy patrols.
Puppy Name: Eagle
Three Personality Traits: Perfectionist, competitive, responsible
Future Rank: Hunter
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2020 12:54 am
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Puppy Name: Kestrel Whistle
Three Personality Traits: Bossy, Suck-up, Ambitious
Future Rank: Protector
Puppy Name: Lark Cry
Future Rank: Healer
Origin Story: Born to two parents desperate to conceive, yet the timing was amiss. His father had left his mother in search of a blessing. There was a rumor that a phoenix had come into the Bluestone mountains and phoenixes were meant to bring good luck. Surely bringing back a phoenix or some manner of evidence of such would bless the couple with the pups they desired?
His father never did return from his journey to find the phoenix and Lark Cry was born a couple months after his father had left. Raised by a single mother trying her best, when he was weaned off his mother's milk, they began to look for his father. On the way, he learned about the names of plants and herbs and how even in the most desolate of areas, plants can still survive.
Unfortunately, wolves are not plants and his mother was never a particularly hardy wolf. The birth of her son had taken a toll on her and the added stress of not knowing where her mate was, if he was alive and searching endlessly for him began to wear her down. Though Lark would never know it himself, his mother made the concious choice to drop him off within the borders of the next pack she scented in the area. It was by chance that the pack that she dropped him into was the Swiftfell. She told him to wait by a creek while she went hunting. He was a dutiful pup and waited a long time for his mother, even after the sun set and the patrol of Swiftfell wolves found him. He would never see his mother again.
As he grows up, he'll often reflect on his past and realize how slim his birth mother looked, how the fur around her muzzle was wet from runny eyes and how her ribs showed through. He was helpless as a pup, but he will become a healer much like the rest of his new family, in order to never be so helpless in front of a sick wolf again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2020 6:06 am
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Puppy Name:
Snowfinch
Three Personality Traits:
Forthright; Def. Straightforward, Honest, Sincere.
Steadfast; Def. Resolute, Dutiful, Unwavering.
Responsible; Def. Obligation for Another, In Caring for Another, Answerable for Another.
Future Rank:
Caretaker
Puppy Name:
Gyrfalcon (Affectionately, Gyr.)
Future Rank: Hunter
Origin Story: [WC: 500. Permission from InGoodFaith to borrow Sambar]
There's a saying among healers; 'Already dead, but still breathing,' meaning they're so far gone they probably won't survive.
A peregrine falcon had been passing overhead, and a number of the Forest's smaller birds had seen the predator was carrying a wolf pup in it's claws and they darted out to intercept the pigeon hawk. The pup fell, and while a number of smaller birds made an effort to stop the fall, his landing was still enough to potentially cause damage.
Most healers, had they seen the pup fall that day, barely days old, too young to open eyes or ears, probably would have tried to make him as comfortable as possible and just let him go; but not Sam. Puppy bones are soft, flexible, they harden and strengthen with age. Pups are meant to endure rough housing and tumbling. Granted - falling from the sky was another story; but Sambar believed the pup could still stand a chance.
The smaller birds seemed to prevent any severe damage. There was some blood on the puppy - but there were no open wounds or cuts. Sam could determine by the scent that it likely belonged to the mother. Judging the age of the blood by color and smell and by the fact that the pup had not been cleaned, (lending to the sour smell of death that clung to him) the healer surmised the mother was not alive to defend her litter as the birds picked them off, as had been the case for this little one.
He cleaned the puppy with water and large, durable, textured leaves. It was a blessing the pup was so young; he would heal from this ordeal none-the-wiser to what he'd endured with little to no memory of a life before this - his eyes were not yet open, and despite being malnourished and weak, he moved and squealed like any new born pup.
He would, however, need to nurse if he were going to grow. That meant mothers expecting, with a litter, or due any day now...
As the thought crossed his mind, a deep voice caught him quite off guard - a large head popped into the healing den looking sheepish. "Sorry to startle you, Healer Sambar, but I was asked to fetch you. It would seem your pups have become eager to join the world!"
It took a few long moments for the words to register in Sambar's mind, and without a second thought, he lifted the pup gently by the loose skin of his scruff and on quick feet carried him to meet his new siblings, lying him down to nurse as he helped welcome his sons and daughters into the world.
When all grew calm, Sambar was grooming his pups and nibbling off excess umbilical cords, belatedly he realized as he finished the last of them, that he had chewed five cords and that the malnourished orphan snuggled among his pups was smaller than his firstborn. He was born early, maybe?
"Let's keep him?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2020 1:48 pm
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Puppy Name: Dusted Lark
Three Personality Traits: Stubborn, Protective, Easily-Annoyed
Future Rank: Protector
Puppy Name: Shadowed Pine
Future Rank: Caretaker
Origin Story: Pine was a timid and shy young pup, raised by his lone mother among the forests. She never truly cared for him or any of her litters before him. She had pups to spread her genes and loyalty to a wolf was all but gone the moment her children were old enough to wander alone. It was a suffocating existence, knowing that one day you'd be abandoned just like the rest of your kin. Maybe he had time? Maybe if he tried his best he could get his mother to care more for him, not.. not leave him.
Alas, it was all just a game to her, a game that would never truly work in his favor.
She raised him to believe it was one for one. You hunted for yourself, you loved yourself, and everyone else burned at your feet 'til their gentle natures turned them to ash. He wanted to fight these teachings, he didn't want to believe them, but even so, they'd left him scarred. She'd done what she wanted, and this poor young wolf didn't know if he'd be able to trust another again.
He was much younger than the past litters when she left him on that dreadfully cold night, washing her scent away so the persistent young pup couldn't follow. He howled into the night after the cold winds woke him. Where was his mother? He couldn't hunt yet, she hadn't taught him! She couldn't leave him! Was it his fault? Was he too annoying? Maybe if he'd just stuck it out then when she left he'd at least be able to survive.
The fact he lived long enough to be found was a miracle. He fought off predators by holding sticks in his maw and banging them against rocks, berries were his main source of food half the time and he was thin as bones. All this did nothing more then enforce the belief that the world was out to get him. No wolf cared, they never cared. He had to make a home for himself because nobody else would.
This world was cruel, and he had to be crueler.
When he was found by a group of protectors ( open to plotting <3 ) he was scared. He though they would hurt him, didn't they want to hurt him?! He was just another part of the food chain, wasn't he? You can imagine the timid pups surprise then they took him back to their home and offered him food and safety.
He was terrified, he didn't trust them. What if they threw him out? What if they just wanted to raise and abandon him like the rest? He didn't know where he was placed, really, he was tired and his eyelids were so heavy.. the soft yips of other pups, smaller than him now, though, filled his ears. He could feel squirming around and he was pressed up against another wolf. She smelled.. so warm.. His ears pricked slightly at the chattering of wolves around, but his head fell to his paws. He felt safe, he was safe..
The new day may bring fear and questions to his mind, but, for now, he let the scents wash over him, and he was able to rest peacefully for the first night in a long, long time.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 10:22 am
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In Good Faith generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2020 3:39 pm
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