Biography
~~NYX~~
Nyx, named after the goddess of night. Design based off my vent fursona. Nyx likes the darkness and especially the dawn. She likes it when the sun hasnÂÂÂÂÂ’t risen yet, and the time before a rainstorm.
~~Backstory~~
The clan of great demon wolves decided they needed a messenger. They created one nimble, quick, and worthy wolf: Nyx. For many centuries the demon Nyx reluctantly ran across the wolf underworld delivering messages the other demons were too lazy to deliver themselves. She always hated that existence. She knew she was much too strong to just transfer messages for shiftless little devils. After 450 years she finally had the power to rise up and kill her master, Apex. The day had come. Apex beckoned her into her dark lair. “Come in.” Nyx strolled in with her head high and her lips peeled back. “IÂÂÂÂÂ’m sick of you treating me like a lower being.” She snarled at the hellish wolf. Her master was infuriated. She snarled and leapt at her messenger. Nyx sidestepped smoothly and effortlessly, being much swifter and quicker than the brawny wolf that opposed her. Apex turned and leapt at Nyx again. Nyx latched onto ApexÂÂÂÂÂ’s throat. Apex howled in surprise and whimpered when she realized what was going on. Nyx had all the power in that moment... she could have changed her ways... and converted Apex into a good soul. But she didnÂÂÂÂÂ’t. With a last awful howl, the reign of Apex the demon wolf was over. Nyx didnÂÂÂÂÂ’t want to continue as a demon. She was sick of it. She looked down at the corpse of her former master one last time and ran out of the lair. She ran to the edge of the underworld and then felt her body turning to mist... than there she awoke... in a normal wolfÂÂÂÂÂ’s body. She was in the middle of a forest clearing, and laying next to her was what looked like the body of her former master, Apex. But very much alive, and more wolffish. It was also a male. She nudged the other wolf who shuddered and awoke. He blinked and turned to her. He was immediately taken aback and frightened. The red wolf jumped to his paws, shaking. “W-who are you? Where am I?” He asked. Nyx felt like she was living a fever dream. Then she realized, she had crafted a new life for herself... a life that wouldnÂÂÂÂÂ’t last centuries, but a life worth living. She would start a pack of her own... with her and this wolf who looked like her old master as the alphas. She would have pups of her own, and actually hunt to survive. She would never have to transfer messages ever again... She would make her own life. And so she did.
This is a work in progress.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Quirky, shy, and suspicious.
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Special Skills
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Winter Month: 3 
Day Weather: 
Fog
