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Bloodsong has a minion!
Look to the Stars
Look to the Stars
Bloodsong
Legacy Name: Bloodsong
The Custom Bloodred Kumos
Owner: Chen
Age: 17 years, 3 weeks, 1 day
Born: March 7th, 2007
Adopted: 17 years, 3 weeks, 1 day ago (Legacy)
Adopted: March 7th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 596
- Strength: 1,468
- Defense: 1,424
- Speed: 1,423
- Health: 1,422
- HP: 1,413/1,422
- Intelligence: 1,910
- Books Read: 1852
- Food Eaten: 4303
- Job: Deputy Director
When I was a small child, my foster parents used to tell me the legends of my people. The Great Shewolf Aarine'h, who sung Lunare'h to light and awakened the first ones, the Ancient Elm whose three fruits bore the light-bringers Red Gapor'okk, Blue Vt'okk, and Golden Thiar'okk. Maarl'okk the black who chases Lunare'h across the sky: his desire blemishes the Gift of my race. The great Silver River of stars which the greatest warriors and heroines run eternally in the mighty Pack of Packs, watching us eternally. We may not hear their howls but we must sing a chorus in greeting: night falls, so may the hunt be fruitful; our joy in the tribute-sacrifice to Aarine'h. Of course it sounds more beautiful in wolfsong, a melody I will never be able to hear.
This is no more. There are no more hunting Hearths in the field or forest. Wolfkind no longer lives in packs, and all our dens are buried. The Curse of Maarl'okk doomed all the packs; with no wolf forms to change to, there was no way we could outrun our foes. To this day, I still do not know exactly why the dragonkin attacked us, as all I know they have to communicate is in screeches and clicks. They struck with a hot, fiery fury.
I was merely a monthling pup when the genocide started. While both shewolves and hewolves trained to be excellent hunters and warriors -- hewolves mighty and stalwart, shewolves agile and fierce -- none of their combined prowess was a match to the unyielding dragonfire. All of Pack-kind perished in the smoldering flames, under a dark, dark moon. My mother managed to hide me in a secret, deep den, and though I was singed and blinded on my left side, I was later found and rescued by woodland fae on a pilgrimage. For all I can tell... well, I like to think that my parents perished trying to protect me in their den. Fortunately, my fosterkin, the wise elves, were knowledgeable enough to raise me as a wolf, but I only learned of the severity of the loss of my people when I grew older.
Do you know the loss of your own people? Where the only other who looks like you is your reflection in the mirror? The deprivation of your culture and your rightful heritage, and the useless pity of the ancients?
I want blood.
My fosterkin know better than to stop me. They only let me go when I reached full adult maturity, but they let me go all the same. There is no stopping for a wolf on the trail for blood.
One of the ancient Pack-kind texts I had inherited spoke of the rite of the Bloodsong. The spell ignites the soul of the wolf user, who then becomes the Bloodwolf, a terrifying berserker in permanent wolf form whose rampage cannot even be stopped by a dark new moon, the Curse of Maarl'okk. The Bloodsong lasts an entire passing of Lunare'h or until the Bloodwolf's thirst is sated. Maybe I will be able to hear the cries of wolves of long ago.
Perhaps the dragons had a prophesy that one day, a lone wolf would come to slaughter them all. Perhaps that is why they cruelly annihilated my people, my family, my Pack.
Once I find the dragonden, there will be no stopping...
Hey everyone (ooc), it's been a long time but here we are again. I'm an (Asian) American born and raised, and I've been thinking a lot about the political climate post-2016. And how the pet story for my oldest pet has many of the same themes of the white nationalists "alt right"-ers, such as misdirected anger, a sense of we/us, the internal story of victomhood and "justified" anger, and the whole fascist sentiment of "the other must be eradicated". I haven't gotten my creative juices together, being much more anxious and depressed about the world around me, but I've been meaning to write the rest of Bloodsong's story for a long time. Because how she is right now is not okay. In her quest to slake her bloodthirsty revenge, she literally commits the same fallacy as the purported dragon prophecy. She will invoke the rite of the bloodwolf, but wake up in a decimated world, rent asunder by her own claw and fang. And she will need to reconcile with the survivor, atone, and forge a new world going forward.
...But what I wish to visit upon others is what created the monster out of me.
This is no more. There are no more hunting Hearths in the field or forest. Wolfkind no longer lives in packs, and all our dens are buried. The Curse of Maarl'okk doomed all the packs; with no wolf forms to change to, there was no way we could outrun our foes. To this day, I still do not know exactly why the dragonkin attacked us, as all I know they have to communicate is in screeches and clicks. They struck with a hot, fiery fury.
I was merely a monthling pup when the genocide started. While both shewolves and hewolves trained to be excellent hunters and warriors -- hewolves mighty and stalwart, shewolves agile and fierce -- none of their combined prowess was a match to the unyielding dragonfire. All of Pack-kind perished in the smoldering flames, under a dark, dark moon. My mother managed to hide me in a secret, deep den, and though I was singed and blinded on my left side, I was later found and rescued by woodland fae on a pilgrimage. For all I can tell... well, I like to think that my parents perished trying to protect me in their den. Fortunately, my fosterkin, the wise elves, were knowledgeable enough to raise me as a wolf, but I only learned of the severity of the loss of my people when I grew older.
Do you know the loss of your own people? Where the only other who looks like you is your reflection in the mirror? The deprivation of your culture and your rightful heritage, and the useless pity of the ancients?
I want blood.
My fosterkin know better than to stop me. They only let me go when I reached full adult maturity, but they let me go all the same. There is no stopping for a wolf on the trail for blood.
One of the ancient Pack-kind texts I had inherited spoke of the rite of the Bloodsong. The spell ignites the soul of the wolf user, who then becomes the Bloodwolf, a terrifying berserker in permanent wolf form whose rampage cannot even be stopped by a dark new moon, the Curse of Maarl'okk. The Bloodsong lasts an entire passing of Lunare'h or until the Bloodwolf's thirst is sated. Maybe I will be able to hear the cries of wolves of long ago.
Perhaps the dragons had a prophesy that one day, a lone wolf would come to slaughter them all. Perhaps that is why they cruelly annihilated my people, my family, my Pack.
Once I find the dragonden, there will be no stopping...
Hey everyone (ooc), it's been a long time but here we are again. I'm an (Asian) American born and raised, and I've been thinking a lot about the political climate post-2016. And how the pet story for my oldest pet has many of the same themes of the white nationalists "alt right"-ers, such as misdirected anger, a sense of we/us, the internal story of victomhood and "justified" anger, and the whole fascist sentiment of "the other must be eradicated". I haven't gotten my creative juices together, being much more anxious and depressed about the world around me, but I've been meaning to write the rest of Bloodsong's story for a long time. Because how she is right now is not okay. In her quest to slake her bloodthirsty revenge, she literally commits the same fallacy as the purported dragon prophecy. She will invoke the rite of the bloodwolf, but wake up in a decimated world, rent asunder by her own claw and fang. And she will need to reconcile with the survivor, atone, and forge a new world going forward.
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there is a radiance in battle. there is a song in the blood the moment it's spilled, if only a note. i have heard it myself, though it's so faint. my blade beckons me to listen, and promises me a symphony...But what I wish to visit upon others is what created the monster out of me.
Pet Treasure
Little Treasure Hunter
Wheat Cat Litter
Fallen Stars
Chasing Wolves Beanbag
Corrupt Hero Wig
Ancient Saherimos Text
Ancient Strategy Guide
Adversary Almanac
Book of Extremely Vague Prophecy
Vesnali: An In-Depth History
Travel Journal
Conflict Everlasting RPG Book
Endure and Survive Backpack
Parkstroller Satchel
Sangrif Nest Beanbag
Dystopian Lands Map
Bundle of Old Maps
Pirate Treasure Map
Threatening Skillet
Halfling Heavy Golden Ring
Medallion of Warding
Frozen Sword Charm
Snow Queen Staff
Immense Blade
Stone Falcata
Orcs Damascus Steel Blade
The One-Hit-Kill
Blunderbuss
Poniard of the Literati
Serrated Seraph Sword
Lost Schoolboy Sword
Wolfslayer
Halfling Magical Blade
Sapphire Encrusted Virgo Blade
Tornado Blade
Mace
Notched Feather Dagger
Snow Queen Sword
Snow Queen Dagger
Shinobi Ninjato
Ninja Katana
Nobles Rapier
Fencing Rapier
Nobles Rapier
Butlers Rose
Gnawed Thigh Bone
Demon Blood
Slab of Raw Meat
Brain Beanbag
Sword of Darkness
Bladder Beanbag
Heart Beanbag
Liver Beanbag
Kidneys Beanbag
Intestines Beanbag
Stomach Beanbag
Pancreas Beanbag
Lungs Beanbag
My Best Friend Ate My Arm
Remnant Wing Claw
Antlephore Pelvis
Rat Skull
Shallow Grave
Skeletal Cat
Skeletal Dog
Skeletal Fish
Skeletal Rat
Skeletal Serpent
Skull Candle Holder
Delicious Femur
Decaying Wing Bone
Twitching Skeleton Prop
Vertebra Necklace
ZombieCrossing Nekromantic Necklace
Shed Erdoo Tooth
Bark of Birch
Mori Horns
White Gazelle Horns
Vulty Claw
Vanquished Dragon
Thirteenth Child
Ovlibion
Gelatinous Nightling
Barbican
Black Furious Red Rreign Plushie
Daghrite
Ignite
Red Rreignling
Pyrus
Fury
Kaartharex
Plutonium Dragon
Snap-Dragon
Octoragon
Dragice
Salamandragon
Ice Dragon
Keen
Purple Grompy Red Rreign Plushie
Black Monstrous Red Rreign Plushie
Black Double-Winged Red Rreign Plushie
Tyoth
Green Scuttling Red Rreign Plushie
Green Monstrous Red Rreign Plushie
Green Rumbly Red Rreign Plushie
Smug Terrorbeast Beanbag
Green Baby Red Rreign Plushie
Green Furious Red Rreign Plushie
Terraptrine
Gray Grompy Red Rreign Plushie
Brown Baby Red Rreign Plushie
Gray Rumbly Red Rreign Plushie
Dark Baby Red Rreign Plushie
Black Red Rreign Hug Buddy
Charcoal Piteous Defective Red Rreign Plushie
Opulent Dragon Statuette
Elephant Deity Small Golden Axe
Mattock
Scientist Pick Axe
Immortal Eternal Assassin Blade
Lords Saber
Keeto Battle Sword
Katana of Ice
Courageous Hero Masterful Sword
Remainders of the Hill of Swords
Golden Castle Medieval Locks
Toy Soldier Sword
Dark-Jeweled Sword
Antihero Sword
Classic Hero Sword
Unadorned Precious Sword
Unadorned Steel Sword
Unadorned Core Sword
Unadorned Celestium Sword
Unadorned Gold Sword
Unadorned Austeel Sword
Unadorned Moonsteel Sword
Unadorned Moonsteel Sword
Unadorned Moonsteel Sword
Unadorned Silver Sword
Massaquerade
Fairy Lance
Shear Sword
Item Hunters Sword
Terracoon Blade
Bone Handled Skinning Knife
Winsome Rogue Rapier
Inscribed Blade
Sacred Short Sword
Wildman Inherited Blade
Kuro Neko San Kitty Sword of Death
Artifact Sword
Hearts Revenge Gunblade
Ultra Sword
Goldbrand
Wolve Claw Dagger
Tutani Sword
Ruffie Sword of Slaying
Ghostly Sword
Keeto Battle Sword
Sword of Autumn
Zombie Can Opener
Gold Sai
Sun Mahar Halberd
Slayer of Souls
Fester Power Blade
Shadow Short Sword
Used Short Sword
Silver Short Sword
Golden Short Sword
Bronze Short Sword
Purple Short Sword
Red Short Sword
Normal Short Sword
Blue Short Sword
Tigrean Machete
Wind Blade
Water Blade
Light Blade
Fire Blade
Shinwas Lightblade
Item Hunters Sword
Shinwas Lightblade
Spiral Sword