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The Burning Star
Loner
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Species
Mixed wolf

Sex
AFAB (She/Her)

Age
0(6/7/2026)

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Yellow

Fur
Silver, dark blue, white

Scent
Banana bread and rust

Oddities
Tear stain like markings

Mark of Mythris
Occasional wispy blue aura


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Even tempered / Curious but skittish / reserved
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She who knows no bounds, but is confined to her own limits
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Cold. That was the first thing Haochen knew.

Cold grass beneath her belly. Cold air ruffling through her thin fur. Cold where warmth should have been. She'd cried until her throat hurt.

Then she'd grown too tired to cry anymore. Curled among the flowers, the tiny pup drifted in and out of sleep. Every now and then she would lift her head, searching for a scent she could no longer find. Mother. Milk. Home.

Nothing came.

Only unfamiliar smells.

One of them drew closer.

Heavy paws crushed grass nearby.

Haochen stirred weakly.

Her eyes blinked open as far as they could, just as something large pushed through the undergrowth.

The pup froze.

She was too young to know fear properly. Too young to understand danger. All she knew was that this wasn't the scent she'd been searching for.

Warm, Strange, Kind.

The figure lowered, Before Haochen could make sense of it, she felt herself lifted from the ground, A startled squeak escaped her.

Her legs kicked weakly against empty air before exhaustion stole the effort from them. The stranger carried her, She smelled different from anyone Haochen had ever known.

Not Mother. Not her siblings. Not home.

Yet there was warmth. Warm enough that Haochen's eyes began to droop again.

Voices drifted around her when she was finally set down. Muffled.

Gentle. The pup blinked up at unfamiliar faces. Another scent. Another warmth.

And somewhere nearby, the scent of milk.

Her nose twitched immediately.

Instinct stirred. Without thinking, Haochen dragged herself forward a few inches on shaking legs before collapsing onto her belly again.

A tiny whine escaped her.

Not frightened. Not demanding.

Just tired. So very tired.

Still, her tail gave the faintest twitch against the ground.

Alive. Still stubbornly alive, And though Haochen didn't know it yet, she had just found the family that would choose her.
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RE: People have beautiful things to say, but you must die first. - by Haochen - 6/17/2026, 5:48 PM

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