#lortober entry

[quichelewoof]

Day 1: Home

Happy Howlloween Lorwoofians! Just a little comic strip (where I got really tired towards the end and started falling asleep at my desk) of my main den, The Warren. Where escapees from the fae courts have come together as a community to build their home. Also I became a mod today, yay! :D

[quichelewoof]

Lortober Day 10 - Hide

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.............Darla Plumtail.............

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●◉◎◈◎◉● Private | Aloof | Loner x ●◉◎◈◎◉● “I am completely a loner. In my head I want to feel I can be anywhere. There is a sort of recklessness that being a loner allows me.” ―      Arundhati Roy  

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Appearance. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

The first thing one would notice about Darla is the shocking fuschia strips of her fur against the pitch navy and black gradient of her body. Hardly meant for camouflage, Darla's streaks warn of the powerful magic scorched into her being. Intricate markings run along the fuschia strands, runes of the ancient fey that kept her for many centuries on the other side. Now when she wanders the thickets of Darkspine, weaker creatures flee before her and other wolves are stunned into silence by her piercing, gold glare. Heed the words that are whispered, stay away from Darla Plumtail.

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Personality. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

Cold to fault, Darla refuses to allow anyone close to her ever again, even if this leads to her own detriment. Preferring to break her own paw than ask for help, Darla wanders the outskirts of the Warren a loner. Yet, despite that she's not adverse to helping others in a clinical way. From warning the Warrens who helped free her to delivering parcels of meat to the elderly Sage in the woods, Darla repays her debts but nothing more.

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ ...History... ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟

Trapped in the land of the Fae-wolves for countless years, Darla was but a pup when she was taken from her family. Growing up amongst the fae was hard and teneuous time, used as sporting game for the lordling fae, with wit and a lot of luck Darla managed to survive over the years. By sheer chance she found an old cave with an old Sage, someone she grew close to and took with her to Loria when Caldwell freed the fae-wolves of the Darkspine Sidhe. Once free, she couldn't trust the strange wolves who banded together, but like a fae, Darla felt compulsed to honour her debt. Over months, she stayed forever on the outskirts of The Warrens, never entering for risk of growing attachment. Defending the borders from things such as rodill, marking it safe for The Warren wolves, who appreciate her greatly. Everything stayed the same ol' so-so for living near the village, till one day a brave, little pup crossed Darla's path. Confused, Darla brought the whelp back to the den. Unfortunately, none of the dens were missing one, so confused Darla decides to raise the cub as her own.