#quichewolves

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.....Cassandra Woodgrove.....

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●◉◎◈◎◉● Peaceful | Gracious | Teacher x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us.” ― Daphne du Maurier

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When Loria chooses a druid to become one of its many guardians, a druid's fur changes to suit their magic's expertise and Cassandra is no exception. With the vibrant colours of a freshly plucked apple, Cassandra knew her magics calling. Cassandra protects the Fruit Grove in the middle of Darkspine, protecting the world's fruit with her swirling green aura, hiding it from all eyes except her druidic circle. Overseeing the Fruit Grove with bright lime eyes, Cassandra holds an alternate way to unlock Aura in a wolf of her choosing.

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Brought up by loving parents, Cassandra grew up to be a calm, peaceful wolf in tune with nature. Unlike most wolfs, Cassandra chose to never hunt and only gathered her food and the bounty that animals would gift to her. Easily able to befriend any natural-born critter, Cassandra is gifted honey from the bees, milk from migrating Bovius and eggs from friendly Nytha.

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Despite the fact that Cassandra's parents weren't druids, nor her any of her forefathers, once her family had heard that their pup had been chosen as a guardian of Loria, they held a celebration that lasted a day for every year the pup had lived. A festival that comes around every year in her hometown as they cheered on their very own druid, proud of the fact that she was the first of her line to hold druidic magic in her blood. Cassandra is released every year by the Grove to celebrate and reunite with her family, allowing Nylian Glens to look after her Grove.

Day 1: Home

Lortober Day Twenty: Hardship

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............Pyxis Perseids............

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““The hardships I encountered in the past will help me succeed in the future.” ― Philip Emeagwali

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With fur like a dark, blue sky after sunset, Pyxis blends easily into the night with only her flashes of white speckles to give herself away. Unfortunately, this spooks alleyway shops and sellers when Pyxis appears from the shadows with no warning causing her negotiations to fail. Though perhaps her persistent frown doesn't help either. When relaxed one might see her clear, nebulous eyes and feel as though their soul is being perceived.

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Although Pyxis comes across as grumpy and stubborn from her near-permanent frown in public, Pyxis is quite patient and attentive to others. Always willing to listen and change her wager in life, Pyxis is both a steadfast friend and a critical thinker. She won't just let her friends flounder into a ridiculous situation. Her brother, on the other hand, she'll let do silly mistakes but never something dangerous, to teach him a lesson.

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................Wittlekins.................

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I don't need you or your army Taking control trying to save me ●◉◎◈◎◉● adventure | inquisitive | brave ●◉◎◈◎◉●   “Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.” Jaime Lyn

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Wittlekins was a strange sight to be sure. If one was to peer closer at the thickly covered Kit, one would just barely manage to make out tufts of whitish fur from between the gaps in their green jumpsuit and leather straps. When their goggles weren't fogged up from excitement, a pair of silvery eyes would greet the observer. Always running and hopping from one stone to another, their small and nimble frame allows them to wiggle themselves in through the tiniest of spots. So if one is ever in the mountainous area of Darkspine, be sure to look carefully for a little silver shadow could be stalking your steps.

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Wittlekins' own mother would call him an oddity, to be sure. Yet, with not even a bad bone in his tufty tail, she would speak fondly of the boy. Curious to a fault, Wittlekins was soon independent and travelling the hills of Darkspine before he even hit his teens. A headache for a worrying mother, but an inspiration for his peers, he'd always return home to show and add to his growing treasure collection. When his hoard outgrew his mother's den, he found himself a cave that even a dragon would be proud of and set about to grow his endless collection. From murkwood ferns to the Star of Goldsea, his collection was filled with anything that took the boy's fancy, be it treasure or trash to others, it was all the same to Wittlekins.

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Lortober Day Thirteen: Outlook

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...........Astrophel Perseid...........

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●◉◎◈◎◉● positive | curious | wanderlust x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Our attitude towards life determines life's attitude towards us.” ― John Mitchell

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Like his father, Kósmos, Astrophel has light blue fur and a pattern of cumulus clouds along his back and haunches. If one were to peer carefully, you'd see a faint shimmer to his fur, glistening like stars among the blue. Yet unlike his breezy fur, his eyes are a colour of a night sky with his pupil barely discernible from his iris. Standing tall and proud, even when all is dim, Astrophel shines as a bright beacon in the dark.

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Wet behind the ears, as Dina would say, but that never stops Astrophel's curiosity pushing him forwards. Where experience falters, Astrophel makes up for it in positivity and eagerness. When not staring at the stars and scribbling onto his charts, Astrophel listens to the stories Dina tells of the old star names and their origins. Enthralled by a history he never learned about, Astrophel finds himself more and more fascinated by the life of a caravaner. His nomadic roots perhaps finding purchase in an ever traveling home.

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Lortober Day Five: Uncertainty

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........Aldrich Wodwalker........

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●◉◎◈◎◉● uncertain | overthinker | creative x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “There is nothing certain, but the uncertain.” ― Proverb

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Another of Dina Bardsley's foundlings, it is said that one day, over the hills of ice run, Dina was intrigued by a patch of soil peeking out from the mounds of snow. Upon closer inspection, the patch soil was a chocolate nose, four paws and a bushy tail of a pup. The rest of his white body blended in with the snow. Looking up with dark, umber eyes, the pup could hardly hold up his head. Now, after Dina's care and the hard work he's put into the Warrens, Aldrich is a strong, stocky Lupin, with heavyset shoulders powerful enough to charge forward. If his personality would allow it.

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With a cool, chiselled countenance, Aldrich seems as though he would exude confidence. However, always the overthinker, Aldrich is indecisive at the best of times and frozen at the worst. Unable to act upon his chewed-up thoughts, Aldrich finds himself often in precarious situations and tough decisions as a team leader for the Warrens scouting group. As the mistakes pile up, Aldrich becomes increasingly lost in his thoughts and triple-thinking his own steps. One can only hope his indecisive nature won't lead down a thorny road.

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Lortober Day Twenty-Eight: Give

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.....Slyvan Brackenswood.....

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●◉◎◈◎◉● warm | nit-picking | dramatic x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Cooking is like love, It should be entered with complete abandon, Or not at all” ― Anon

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They once said that all Kits were derived from an ancient precursor called a fox. With a red coat, white bib and tip of tail, their amber eyes were said to be able to steal one’s soul with their feral beauty. Slyvan Brackenswood is part of one of the purest bloodlines of Kits, their family holding true to the ancient coats and colours of their ancestors. Just like his ancestor, Slyvan looks near identical to the ancient fox and his family admires his sleek coat and wiry frame.

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Unfortunately, unlike his ancient ancestors, Slyvan’s personality prefers to feed  others. Though not selfish, Slyvan’s family hunt solo and keeps fairly to themselves, something that Slyvan can’t seem to understand. What’s the use of these amazing eyes, quick paws and accurate nose if not to put them to good use for others? Generous almost to a fault, Slyvan moved from his family woods to the Warrens to create his own kitchen and to help those struggling with the lamenting disease, those who long for the fey world. Always cooking, with spoon in hand, Slyvan will always hold out a paw with a bowl of stew for a whisker in need.Though not without a sprinkle of drama, for what could he do if his Glitterbit-fur robe was destroyed again?

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.........…..Suwen Setja..….........

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Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June ●◉◎◈◎◉● warm | patient | observant ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Shine your light and make a positive impact on the world; there is nothing so honorable as helping improve the lives of others.” Roy T. Bennett  

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Through the flowing tresses of cherrywood trees will you spot Suwen's pearlescent eyes as her steady paws pull her through the pink curtain for one to admire in full. Her fur glossy and sleek, a marvellous mimic to a vibrant sunset that dips down into an inky black. Curiously, small antlers sprout on her temple tangled with the flowers and branches of the tree she has made her shelter and home.

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Even outside of The Warren, it's known enough that when seeking for a healer, Suwen is the first wolf to go to. Always wanting to leave the world better than how she's left it, Suwen continues to learn the many ways of healing and herbology to always give a helping paw out to those in need. When not taking care of her fellow wolf, Suwen lays beneath the boughs of her cherrywood tree and watches over the young of The Warren. With tale and tail, Suwen captivates bored cubs with her engaging stories of frosty fields glittering with glory, hidden vales filled with treasure and distant shores where creatures so vastly different reign.  

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