Biography
The crowded camp of the pack seemed to be suffocating the fae of a grey pelage and ebony markings. She was so used to the open, lonely peaks of the mountains. How could life be so different among her own kind? The answer to the question always eluded the female whenever she asked it, so now, she didn't bother spending more than a moment pondering it, her tassel twitching to show that she was in deep thought.
The Misaki Pack seemed so used to her leaving for her once mountainous home, that the wolves upon the outskirts of the camp hardly gave her a glance when she strode past them, her lithe form easily finding gaps between the shrubbery to avoid detection, and her small mitts finding places between sticks, stones and other things that would give away her location. In the distance, she heard a soft call of a bird as it spotted her grey and ebony pelt moving between the lush green brush.
The dappled lighting of the forest gave her some form of security, yet also discomfort. They provided cover for her, yes, but other things could also hide among the strange lighting. In the mountains, you could see for miles in any direction. Perhaps that is why she loved the high altitude area so much? Perhaps not. Maybe it was the thinning of the air, as the oxygen here seemed to thick and sluggish in her throat and nostrils.
Soon enough, the fae felt the earth beneath her mitts go at a slight incline. She was upon the base of the mountains! The very thought sent joy rippling through her and she wished to bolt on ahead to reach the place where the trees stopped sooner, but she did not dare reveal her location with the crashing that the movement would cause. She would reach the edge of the trees soon enough. And indeed she did.
Once it was only grass and shrubbery before her, the trees beside and at her back, the female paused. Her lovely golden eyes darted from side to side, her ebony nostrils flaring and her grey-shaded audits perking to pick up any sound. Although her hearing would never be as good as perhaps an owls, it was still a crucial part. Was that the scrabble of a stone smashing down the mountain that she heard? Was that the brush of pelt against shrubs? Was that mitts hitting the ground in the distance?
After a moment, the fae felt herself relaxing and she slowly stepped out of the safety of the shadows that had so willingly concealed her. She found herself not bothering with hiding as she spurred herself onward, her stride going from the swinging walk that she had been in to an easy-going, loping run that appeared like a horses canter. Up above her, she saw the stones and rocks that made up the very tip of the mountain range, and felt a familiar sense of home wrap around her heart like a wolf wrapping around her young.
The scratchy grass under-paw brought a sense of nostalgia, and she felt her vision go hazy. Returning to her mountains always seemed to have this strange affect upon the lithely built female, but she enjoyed it. The grassy mountains with rocky tops practically radiated the word home for her, and no others seemed to be able to understand that.
Once the ground became rocky, Luxmore lessened her speed to a trot, her gaze focused intently upon the earth beneath her to see the path she must take. Soon. Soon, she would be at the top, and she could look down upon her kingdom, her land, her mountains, her home. The boulders before her seemed strikingly familiar, and the grey-pelted femora knew instantly where she was. Joy coursed through her so violently that her entire body shook as she leaped atop them, bounding from rock to rock, going ever higher. The thinner air hardly seemed to affect her as she continued to cover the distance in literal leaps and bounds.
At last, the fae jumped from the very last boulder, onto the flattened top of the mountain. She sat upon her haunches, her sides heaving from the exercise. Her mouth was open, and the light pink tongue hanging limp from between her jaws. Her audits were perked, and her banner thumping against the ground beside her. She sat, facing the dusk, as the sun disappeared below the horizon and bathed her kingdom in a golden light that matched her practically glowing orbs. Overhead, a soaring eagle recognized the canine and let a shriek leave its beak. It was a sound of welcome. Luxmore looked upward, seeing the bird, and let her sweet howl rumble in return.
Many heard her bellowing howl, even those in the camp of lupines, although it seemed that when it reached the humans, it fell upon deaf ears.
This wolf bio was written by the talented Polly | Pack Number 197793 | Personality, Skills & Preferences were all written by myself, Misaki 2072.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Luxmore prefers to spend time on Mount Luxmore, her original stomping grounds before The Misaki Pack picked her up and offered her protection in exchange for expanding into her former territory. Luxmore appreciates the protection she has gained from living in a large pack rather than being a lone wolf but Mount Luxmore will always be the place that brings her the most comfort.
Preferences
Luxmore loves the view she gets from upon Mount Luxmore. She sits atop the mountain and can survey the National Park around her. She prefers stealing from the unsuspecting trampers that climb Mount Luxmore and walk the track. They always seem to carry such delicious food with them-sausages are her favourite by a country mile, and these are what she chows down on while watching the busy town down below her full of vehicles that she has had too many close calls with on the roads when she ventures into the town for easy food from rubbish bins.
Special Skills
Luxmore's special skills include scavenging from rubbish bins in the township below Mount Luxmore. There is dwindling prey in the alps upon Mount Luxmore and because of this she has tried to keep a low profile by venturing down to the township late at night. The cover of darkness envelopes her small frame while she digs through rubbish bins at the back of restaurants. Luxmore loves pinching crayfish out of restaurant skip bins because they are such a delicacy.
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