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the big bad wolf
Kingdom of Avon
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
male (he/him)

Age
4 months

Height
Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
lilac with traces of gold (heterochromia)

Fur
rose gold • red wine • earthy wood

Scent
wood smoke • pine • petrichor

Oddities
elongated canines • tufted ears

Mark of Mythris
Light flecks in eyes

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Posts

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crafty • charming • persistent • loyal
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Leona  —
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The other child challenged him, rising in turn to her full height. A little growl escaped her lips, mirroring his own. She was a bit taller than him — (why was she so big, anyway?) — but that did not deter him from the challenge. If she thought that she was going to scare him, she had another thing coming.

The boy rolled his shoulders, flicking his nose in the air at her defiant “No!” The fire-coat showed her true colors, taking a bold stride toward him. Montrose did not back down, his own heat matching hers as he lifted his little hackles.

“It was an accident. You ever heard of it?”

She shook her head at him, like a disappointed adult.

He grimaced at the boom of her voice, still annoyed.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve… Never been here before…” The fire-marked would continue, and the apology caused Montrose to soften slightly, the edges of his hard lips melting. The boy decided to bide his anger and recalibrate his approach. S’okay, ye didn’t hurt me, he’d tell her once she’d finished her long-winded explanation about how bad she was at walking.

Been tryin’ to catch that frog for a bit is all, he admitted casually, flicking his ears backward toward the small stream. His hackles fell, his mouth moving into a more neutral position as he waved his tail. My sister’s been wantin’ one. She had sisters, right? She’d understand why he was so disappointed.

Who are ye, anyway? Montrose knew they had family to the North, but it did not cross his mind that this could be one of his kin. The boy often kept to himself, and he was plenty satisfied with the company of his sister and mother. Even the arrival of Fable’s new children did not excite him much.

The wolf would relax further, sinking into a gentle sit and wrapping his tail neatly over his paws. There was a regal air about him, despite his age and size. The sound of the trickling stream in the background was the only absent reminder he had about his lost prize.


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what the frogg-o - by Montrose - 11/10/2026, 7:55 PM
RE: what the frogg-o - by Leona - Yesterday, 1:07 PM
RE: what the frogg-o - by Montrose - Yesterday, 1:45 PM
RE: what the frogg-o - by Leona - Yesterday, 1:56 PM
RE: what the frogg-o - by Montrose - Yesterday, 3:38 PM

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