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Skjǫldrheim
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Arabian Wolf x Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
2 years

Height
Very Short

Weight
Light

Build
Slender

Eyes
ghostly blue

Fur
gentle oak browns and milky creams

Scent
meadow of freshly bloomed flowers

Oddities
facial mask, ghostly looking eyes


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Optimistic | Obsessive | OutGoing | Snappy
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I've had old names only the wind and trees can pronounce. 
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Myth had traveled a distance, her mind curious about everything that this land brought to her, now she stood at the edge of the mainland, staring at the island just beyond. It seemed..Wonderful, the water is what stopped her from traversing over. Three legs, she definitely wasn't strong enough to wade the waters, her body stood tall and yet the rain that poured down onto her seemed to weigh her figure down.

The wolf wasn't one to let her focus dwindle, but the pitter patter of the rain and the puddles it made seemed to attract her pup like mind. Within swift movements, the pup like adult was bouncing into the puddles, Muddying her already brown pelt that was oddly patterned.

Hm..

The wolfs mind was never truly hers, always remembering things beyond this life's reach, searching, wandering. Wanting to find just what all was out there for her, search every corner, perhaps this land held dragons like her home once did..Beasts that soured in the skies or swam the deepest depths, offspring of death and fear themselves and yet, many were unaware of their gentle touch they could provide.

For a moment, Myth had paused her antics to turn her head to the sky. She wanted to believe she saw something, a being no one would believe existed and yet she never could, and never would until she returned home if she ever did. A world vast of cliffs that reached the cloud with nests that no wolf dared to enter, lands with oceans deeper than those once adventured.
Halloween 2025
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Skjǫldrheim (Skǫrungr)
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Mixed Heritage, a bastard (wolf)

Sex
amab (He/Him)

Age
4 Years

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Light

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Glacier Blue and Honey Gold

Fur
Abyss Blue and Celestial Blonde

Scent
Sweet mead and Fir

Oddities
Chimerism

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Cunning - Storyteller - Devote - Combative
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Skill Point ― Scout 」

He had smelt a bear in the area, something he couldn't deal with alone but would let the other know was roaming around the shores opposite the island. For now it seemed to be leaving the area but if he smelt it again, Tyr thought he might need a new rug in his den.

A straight line sat fixed to his maw as he made his way through the taiga, navigating his way back to the slip that ran down the cliffs and back to the beach. A new scent floated to the norseman as he walked, tainting the air he breathed. While he might have been tempted to keep going, given his somewhat foul mood, he remained, giving in to the curiosity that tickled the back of his mind.

It wasn't long before he found the source, his body weaving through the trees. A brunette stood ahead of him, looking to the night sky. It was a picture to see, although not much could be seen in the ways of stars as the rain poured.

He chuffed to her, making his way closer as he too peered up, wondering if the gods were present tonight. It was as if they were answering as the god rays peered through the rain. Perhaps it was Thor, though there was no thunder to accompany him that day.

Rain makes for a quiet mind. he mused, though it wasn't necessarily a conversation starter. Just an observation.
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Skjǫldrheim
Statistics
Species
Arabian Wolf x Timber Wolf

Sex
Female (She/Her)

Age
2 years

Height
Very Short

Weight
Light

Build
Slender

Eyes
ghostly blue

Fur
gentle oak browns and milky creams

Scent
meadow of freshly bloomed flowers

Oddities
facial mask, ghostly looking eyes


Posts

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Optimistic | Obsessive | OutGoing | Snappy
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Myth sat staring upwards, ears twitching lightly at the pitter-patter of rain around her. Every sound, every little rustle, including the sounds of paws approaching, slowly she turned her head to see the wolf, split from the tip of the nose in molten gold and glacier blues. Myth held no fear in the approach of the wolf, eventually looking back up as some clouds allowed a glance at the sky, the twinkling stars above and the moon that hung distantly.

She despised being grounded and preferred the thrill of being in the sky, the thin air that made many new fliers sick. Carefully, she looked over to the wolf, sniffing in his direction and then glancing once more to the clouds. The rain seemed to settle for moments, letting silence linger where crickets filled it swiftly.

Have you ever been up there? Above the clouds?

Her voice was soft and warm, and the curious question she asked was one that someone might find odd. Not many got the luxury of being above the clouds, feeling the mist of them from a distance but the weight as well. She wanted to know if this wolf had ever flown or even just been near the clouds at all.
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