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Wolf Number: 5638391
Gender: Female
Age: Deceased
Deathdate: Feb 16, 2026
Death Age: 17
Pack: The Heavens
Last Owner: BraveHeart
Breeder: BraveHeart
Rank: Elder
Weight: 129 Pounds
Build: Muscular
Fur Type: Thin
Generation: 4th

Birthdate: Aug 5, 2025
Sire: Jeff the Killer 691T R59 ExH
Dam: Hecate
Mood: Content
Battle Experience: 17
Playfulness: Very High
Birth Defect: None
Boost: None
Total Battle Earnings: 46
Total Mush Found: 39

Offspring Count: 24
Bred This Year: 0
Total Times Bred: 8
Affinity W/Your Pack: Excellent

Talent: Stealth Perception Luck Maternal Social Empathy Morals Resolve Composure Wisdom Battle Charisma Agility Spirituality

Talent Count: 109
Injury: None

Adornments

Sales History

Pelt Color

Base Coat: Black (Common)
Eyes: Light Blue (Common)
Nose: Black (Common)
Inner Ears: Obsidian
Leg Type: Mitts
Leg Color: Obsidian

Head Type: Frontal
Head Color: Obsidian
Tail Type: Two Rings
Muzzle Type: Stripe
Muzzle Color: White
Somatic Mutation: Rosewood

Back Type: Ocelot
Back Color: Obsidian
Back Type #2: Manchado
Back Color #2: None
Shoulder: Rosewood
Brindle: Rosewood
Okapi: Black
Leopard: White
Speckle Type: Half
Speckle Color: Rosewood
Ear Edges Type: Full
Ear Edges Color: None

Rarity Score: 44

Character Description

Biography
Love and Death are coexisted.
Funny. Belle never expected either of those things.
Like a Praying Mantis, she'd mate with a male, and then kill him. Birth his pups and rinse and repeat. She hated commitment. She ran through three males already and it's intoxicating, the thrill of being bored of mates, the excitement of sinking her canines into their throats while they slept, feeling their last breaths against her tongue that pressed against their fur.
Belle *loved* to kill, to be the cause of death.
Maybe... it was a toxic trait of hers, a trait she got from her father, maybe even her mother. She wasn't sure.

He's different though, he found her in a clearing, hunting her kill. He wooed her, she hadn't been wooed before, she didn't know what that feeling was like. Interesting, curious, sharp and intense. She'd taken a liking to him, fought him for the kill she wanted, and they both were a panting mess of blood by the end of it, an equal. "What do you want?" she barked at him, eyeing the deer. "You" he had said, and for the first time, Belle didn't know what to do.
Love. No? Maybe. She didn't know.
She was a killer.
She wasn't a lover.
But... he *wooed* her, he killed *for* her attention, not the other way around, not how she'd lure males to mate, to exist, to kill.
He took the time, he had watched her, he had moved for her.
Love?
Interesting.
She brought him back to her pack of misfits and forgottens, to rule beside him, so, exist with him. He was her final mate, she decided. He killed for her. He loved her skill.

He was her Love to her Death.
Beautiful. Enticing. Wild.

Breeding Info
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Personality
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Special Skills
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Character Attributes

Dominance:

188

188/200

Stealth:

171

171/200

Perception:

100

100/200

Luck: