[baukie]

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Rivkah2012



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▪ Owner: SkieRunner
▪ Name: Anemos
▪ Gender: Male
▪ Age: 32
▪ Rarity: Uncommon

A Stormy Grey, this boy's colours are uncommon, but still beautiful..

▪ Username:
SkieRunner

▪ Whelkon Name:
Anemos (Wind in Greek)

▪ History: (Well more of a short story...)
Anemos raised his head slowly and sniffed the air in uncertainty. His eye lids slid down over his grey eye and he forced them open again. He shook his head the golden string dripping off of his black antlers making a faint pinging sound. He sniffed the air once more trying to figure out what the odd smell was. Something landed softly on his nose. His eyes slowly opened more as a chilly breeze wrapped around him. Finally his eyes were fully open and he saw what was coming from the sky and trees. Snow. He stood up his long, fluffy gray tail drooping to the ground.

Most would feel cold in this weather even if the winds didn't pick up. Still, Anemos felt nothing. His long, think coat of lighter and darker grays kept the cold out. the only thing that was hard about winter was the lack of food. Still he knew that him and his father would survive. They always made it, together. The gray Whelkon stood on long, majestic gray legs. His black hooves shinning against the now what ground. He looked back at his father who was more tan and black then gray. He however was still asleep.

Anemos thought about this for a bit. He could go out by him self to get some water from the stream and come right back. Or he could wait until his father woke up and they would both go. He shook his grey head and smaller black antlers. He would go alone. with any luck he'd be back before his father even got up. So, he turned and started through the now washed out trees.

Even with winter hear the forest had never looked better. It was still regal and beautiful. Cold and crisp. Most of the trees and gone to sleep, as he had be taught. They lost all the leave they had and went to sleep. That is how they survived the winter. All the sleeping trees gave the forest a peaceful and quiet look. The only trees that were still lush was the pines. The pines stayed the dark green color they were all year. Snow, rain sun and wind. Still, they looked calm and tired as the snow hung onto their hard leaves.

Anemos looked up and smiled. Finally a small stream lay out in front of him. He looked around and realized he didn't know much about this part of the forest. Thinking nothing of it. he walked to the stream. Before looking down at the crystal clear water he looked back. His hoof prints were still there, he was fine. He turned his attention back to he water and noticed how hard it was. Just over night the small water bed had frozen over. Huffing he positioned him self so he could try and brake the ice.

He reared pounding his sleek black hoved against the ice. Soon cracks danced along the surface. He pounded again and again and then with a defining crack that rang through the trees, the ice shattered. He smiled at his own strength and bent down to drink some of the cold icy water. He stopped and realized some of the cubes of ice were still in his way. He quickly moved them with his black and gold horse. As quickly as he had moved the ice he begun drinking. But while he payed attention to the stream and only the stream he missed the winds picking up. When he did look up it was to late, the blizzard had moved in.

The cold, crisp winter winds that pounded against Anemos' sides didn't bother him. He could feel them but they took up none of his thoughts. His worry was getting back to his father and the rest of his heard. the wind had kicked up the now covering his tracks with a new layer of snow and ice. He looked helplessly around trying to find them again. Finally he decided to just move back into the forest were there was more shelter.

He moved through the trees. the once clam, quiet forest seemed to be replaced with viscous trees that were out to get him. In his panicking state all the trees looked the same. Ever pine looked at mean as the next and ever pile of snow was new. His tracks were no where. They were out of the question, he knew it was pointless and futile to try. So he just walked. he tried to remain at a clam pace but still sometimes he found him self starting to trot. He forced him self to slow to an unwanted walk and tried to catch his bearings. He looked hear and there but with the wind picking the snow up and the snow falling from the sky he couldn't help but feel lost in a world of white.

Sudenly movement caught his eye, or left eye. He turned so he was facing it. Nothing. All around him was silent. he was about to turn and start walking again when something moved right in front of him. He stood there for a bit then realized it was coming to wards him. The young Whelkon wished his father was there to tell him what animal it was but no he was alone. And he couldn't help but be scared. He began backing up slowly and soon found that his fluffy tail and rump had run into something. He spun around and felt every bit of stress leave him.

"Father..." He crocked softly. He looked up at the large tan and black elk. Anemos gave him a small mile but the older and wiser Whelkon turned and started back into the forest. The young, Anemos followed behind happily. He looked back once more to see if another member of the heard was there. There was nothing, then out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. A shape stood up turned and walked away. Anemos turned to his father to ask what it was but realized, that his father never saw it. He closed his mouth and followed silently happy to go back to the heard.

[Quitting CS...]

Gorgerous <3

Congrats on making your first Whelkon, Fox.! C:

▪ Username:
Zennpanda.

▪ Whelkon Name:
Storm.

▪ History:
Storm's life began in a dark forest. He had a nice life, until one day, the dark storm came, and turned him and his parents into grey Whelkon. Storm will never forget his bright, white fur, and how it suddenly became dark as the clouds surrounding his home. Lightning struck, and set fire to the forest. Under the fire, Storm was sepparated from his mother, who ran away. Storm was trapped, and luckily he survived. His grey fur is there to remember him of the sadness he went though in his childhood.

Hope you think this is ok!

He is amazing.

Give up. o3o

[baukie]

c:

Thanks, Zennpanda!! Hehe And nice form <3 :3

[LoneWolf-Gage]

▪ Username
Lonewolf-Gage

▪ Whelkon Name
Stoirm an Dorchadais

▪Meaning
Storm of Darkness

▪Origin
Ireland

▪ Personality
Stoirm is a strong and independent soul who thrives in solitude. He is not one to be around a large amount of others. He is more of a loner though he does not mind a companion. Stoirm can be aggressive if he needs to be. He is highly intelligent and can be dangerous. Stoirm is not an aggressor by nature however if those he is close to are in danger his fighter spirit lets itself be known. He has never let anyone dominate him since he himself is a dominate. Stoirm is a well rounded male who has observed and understands the ways of the world. He understands astrology and physics as well as many other topics. He knows quite a bit about medical and has discovered the cures for many human ailments. However he is not one to share such knowledge with those who would use the is to only help those who are considered higher ranked humans. He is not the type who would give knowledge to those who are so shallow as to not care for their whole species.
Stoirm can be a bit of a over protective when it comes to youngsters. Though to him anyone younger than or older than himself could be considered a youngster depending on how they act. He it highly protective and would lay his life on the life to keep his friends and or family safe from harm.

▪Poem:
The night is young
The wind blows free
I am running
though I will never flee

They think I should be like the rest
Think that I should be tangled with fear
I will never give up my quest
To find my true purpose in this life

If they knew just what I see
They would still never understand me.
They are gentle to the bone,
No one sees that i need to roam.

I must run
I must be free
Like the wind
I will never Flee.

▪ Short Story
Stoirm an Dorchadais was named after his great grandfather and was the only offspring his mother had. His mother had passed just before Stoirm was a year. This was due to old age since he was born late in life. Stoirm 's father had passed before he was born so he had never gotten the chance to know him. What he knows of the world he learned from watching others or on his own. Unlike normal Whelkon, Stoirm did not have the strong desire to gravitate towards others. Though he lived near the herd his parents had been part of he was not as social as others. He stayed more to himself. He had habits that were not like the other Whelkon in the herd.
He would often wonder off for long periods at a time, sometimes a few days and other times he could be gone for a few months before he was seen again. Like his markings and color, his personality and way of life were rare as well. When he was still young, In his thirties or so, he had ventured far north into what the humans called Alaska. It was a vast land with fewer humans in some parts. He stayed there for quite a while. He found it peaceful to be alone unlike others of her species.
It was while he was living is the peaceful land of snow and Ice that he met a human who was unlike others he had seen. He was of mixed bloodlines and seemed to be an outsider to both sides of his family. His Mother was a Native while his father was from a land far across the sea in Ireland. The boy was just that when Stoirm had met him, A boy. He could not have been older than thirteen years. He had run away with his dogs and what supplies they could carry on a sled. By what Stoirm had seen one of the dogs was ill and the boy had placed him in the sled and wrapped him in furs that his uncle had given him when he left. The dog had taken the place of the dog to help pull the sled. However he was not yet as strong as the dogs he worked with and collapsed in the snow. Stoirm watched the boy for a while to see what would become of him. However he soon sensed danger and sure enough a Large male Bison had taken notice to the boy and was charging towards him. Unfortunately Stoirm's protective nature took over and he made himself known. Thankfully his presence alone was enough to settle the bison down enough to leave.
Stoirm took pity on the run away human and his loyal dogs who stayed by him though they were not bound tight enough to hold if they wished to leave. He pulled the boy from the show and took him to a safer place. An ice covered cave where the wind could not get to him. His dogs followed still puling the small sled along behind them. He stayed with the boy until he came to. He did not fear him not act aggressively towards him. Instead he was grateful, for even though he was unconscious he knew that he had saved him.
=to be continued if I win him=

▪ Why you want this Whelkon
He is an extraordinary creature with a remarkable design. He was the first to catch my attention and I knew at once that he wold be the perfect creature to claim the Stoirm's name. He truly is magnificent and I would be obliged to have such a majestic being to be the center of my some of my writings.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

WIP
▪ Username:
Dawnbreeze10210

▪ Whelkon Name:

▪ History: (A small paragraph, at least Four sentences)

[Sullivan Maurus]

Username:Amxen no.XV
Whelkon Name:
Xigbar
History:
WIP

[☆ ƒσяgσттєη ѕσυʟ ☆]

He's Beautiful!

▪ Username: *Proud.To.Be.Me*
▪ Whelkon Name: Illusione (Illusion In Italian)
▪ History: When he was young, Illusione had the normal life of a young Welkon. It was normal up until his mother died. His dad started to go insane and began to mistreat illusione. Illusione lived in the pain of his fathers abuse for years. He finally built up his courage and left. He wandered alone and far, growing weaker and hungrier. You see, his father never taught him to care for himself, so he was doomed in his mind. He finally took a risk and ate some unfamiliar berries. He was so greatfull for food, he didn't even stop to realize that they were poison. Not long after his meal he was seeing strange things and dizziness swept over him. He was lucky to have lived with how many berries he had eaten. At least he is still alive today after learning to care for himself.

[Sʈɑrry Ɲɩght Skɩə]

▪ Username:
SkieRunner

▪ Whelkon Name:
Anemos (Wind in Greek)

▪ History: (Well more of a short story...)
Anemos raised his head slowly and sniffed the air in uncertainty. His eye lids slid down over his grey eye and he forced them open again. He shook his head the golden string dripping off of his black antlers making a faint pinging sound. He sniffed the air once more trying to figure out what the odd smell was. Something landed softly on his nose. His eyes slowly opened more as a chilly breeze wrapped around him. Finally his eyes were fully open and he saw what was coming from the sky and trees. Snow. He stood up his long, fluffy gray tail drooping to the ground.

Most would feel cold in this weather even if the winds didn't pick up. Still, Anemos felt nothing. His long, think coat of lighter and darker grays kept the cold out. the only thing that was hard about winter was the lack of food. Still he knew that him and his father would survive. They always made it, together. The gray Whelkon stood on long, majestic gray legs. His black hooves shinning against the now what ground. He looked back at his father who was more tan and black then gray. He however was still asleep.

Anemos thought about this for a bit. He could go out by him self to get some water from the stream and come right back. Or he could wait until his father woke up and they would both go. He shook his grey head and smaller black antlers. He would go alone. with any luck he'd be back before his father even got up. So, he turned and started through the now washed out trees.

Even with winter hear the forest had never looked better. It was still regal and beautiful. Cold and crisp. Most of the trees and gone to sleep, as he had be taught. They lost all the leave they had and went to sleep. That is how they survived the winter. All the sleeping trees gave the forest a peaceful and quiet look. The only trees that were still lush was the pines. The pines stayed the dark green color they were all year. Snow, rain sun and wind. Still, they looked calm and tired as the snow hung onto their hard leaves.

Anemos looked up and smiled. Finally a small stream lay out in front of him. He looked around and realized he didn't know much about this part of the forest. Thinking nothing of it. he walked to the stream. Before looking down at the crystal clear water he looked back. His hoof prints were still there, he was fine. He turned his attention back to he water and noticed how hard it was. Just over night the small water bed had frozen over. Huffing he positioned him self so he could try and brake the ice.

He reared pounding his sleek black hoved against the ice. Soon cracks danced along the surface. He pounded again and again and then with a defining crack that rang through the trees, the ice shattered. He smiled at his own strength and bent down to drink some of the cold icy water. He stopped and realized some of the cubes of ice were still in his way. He quickly moved them with his black and gold horse. As quickly as he had moved the ice he begun drinking. But while he payed attention to the stream and only the stream he missed the winds picking up. When he did look up it was to late, the blizzard had moved in.

The cold, crisp winter winds that pounded against Anemos' sides didn't bother him. He could feel them but they took up none of his thoughts. His worry was getting back to his father and the rest of his heard. the wind had kicked up the now covering his tracks with a new layer of snow and ice. He looked helplessly around trying to find them again. Finally he decided to just move back into the forest were there was more shelter.

He moved through the trees. the once clam, quiet forest seemed to be replaced with viscous trees that were out to get him. In his panicking state all the trees looked the same. Ever pine looked at mean as the next and ever pile of snow was new. His tracks were no where. They were out of the question, he knew it was pointless and futile to try. So he just walked. he tried to remain at a clam pace but still sometimes he found him self starting to trot. He forced him self to slow to an unwanted walk and tried to catch his bearings. He looked hear and there but with the wind picking the snow up and the snow falling from the sky he couldn't help but feel lost in a world of white.

Sudenly movement caught his eye, or left eye. He turned so he was facing it. Nothing. All around him was silent. he was about to turn and start walking again when something moved right in front of him. He stood there for a bit then realized it was coming to wards him. The young Whelkon wished his father was there to tell him what animal it was but no he was alone. And he couldn't help but be scared. He began backing up slowly and soon found that his fluffy tail and rump had run into something. He spun around and felt every bit of stress leave him.

"Father..." He crocked softly. He looked up at the large tan and black elk. Anemos gave him a small mile but the older and wiser Whelkon turned and started back into the forest. The young, Anemos followed behind happily. He looked back once more to see if another member of the heard was there. There was nothing, then out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. A shape stood up turned and walked away. Anemos turned to his father to ask what it was but realized, that his father never saw it. He closed his mouth and followed silently happy to go back to the heard.

[baukie]

owo <3

Thanks for all the awesome forms guys!! n.n

[Thurasa59]

Beautiful :3


▪ Username: Thurasa59
▪ Whelkon Name: Koda
▪ History: Koda was born and raised in the Red River valley pack. One day a huge fight between The Red River Valley back and the Montana pack broke out. Many wolves where killed, others where captured and few fled. Being at the age of a Teen Koda fled. He soon found Lightning pack and took refuge there, from the on he was a part of the pack, and as he grew he soon earned lead fighter, Delta male, and last Beta male! He has served Lightningpack for many years and continues to do so.