Biography
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies within you.
Breeding Info
My wolves arent normally up for breeding but if one ever is, they will normally be cheap.
| Personality
They say I was born different.
Whispers followed me even before I had a namebefore I had teeth, before I knew the weight of my paws. While the other pups suckled and slept, I stared into the firelight. And the fire stared back.
They named me Fire Dancing In The Rain because the red markings on my forelegs looked like flames trying to escape the storm. I never knew why they feared them. Not then.
Now I do.
Ithappened during the hunt.
The herd had scattered like leaves in the wind, but wed cornered a red deeryoung, strong, still foolish. My packmates flanked left and right, a perfect rhythm of bodies trained by winter hunger. I stayed center, the pulse of the chase thundering in my chest like war drums.
The deer cut hard to the left, and I followed, claws digging deep into the soaked earth for gripand thats when I felt it.
A spark.
My paws lit.
First just a flickerthen a blaze.
Flame surged up my forelegs, bright and hungry, yet it didnt burn. It *belonged*. My claws, once black and ordinary, turned searing orange. Steam hissed where rain hit them. The ground smoked where I ran.
No time to think.
I slammed into the deer, claws trailing fire, raking deep through fur and flesh. It screamed, a high, broken cry swallowed by the trees. My fangs found its throat, and I tore.
It went still.
Silence crashed down like thunder. The forest hushed. The only sound was the hiss of rain against flame.
I stood over the kill, breath heavy, paws still burning, steam curling from the blood-slick earth. My packmates circled slowly, warily. Their eyes werent on the deer. They were on me.
What are you? The most experienced Explorer, Lionheart, asked.
And I could only answer with the truth. I dont know.
But the fire did. It curled around me like a promise.
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