hope you will like it!

Here's my entry. It's a pinto, with tribal markings, a feather, has a snake tounge, has a tiger spot, and her rear legs and tail are snake patterned. Hope you like it!

my entry! hope you like it!

Yes...
Name: Ink
Gender: Female
Personality: Ink is a spunky, laid back kind of wolf. She's fun to be around, and likes to party and be free. She's got the spirit of a pup, and just lets loose all the time. Despite this, she's also a romantic.
Likes: Males, Romance, Butterflies, Letting Loose, Partying, etc.
Dislikes: Competition, Discipline, Annoying People, Pessimists, etc.

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Entry
what do you think?

Name: Timara
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Tribe: Hakari
Rank: She wishes to be Alpha someday, but for now she's an Omega
Personality: Her friends are the Glowdeer, she'd do anything to protect her herd of them. Timara shares the herd's dead members with the Tribe, but she'd rather eat it because she loves her friends so much she barely thinks about anything else. Timara, called by the deer a basic Timara, she loves them to death and would do ANYTHING for them, for the male that is suppose to be her mate, believe me, she doesn't really like him. To much flirting on her when she's not with the deer or with them.
Main element: Ice
Art of your wolf: This is the only one... currently
Brief (or not) history: Timara woke up, watching her friends bound from a Tribe wolf. "Get away from my deer!" She said, holding down the wolf from the other Tribe. "Their not YOUR deer are they?" The wolf kindly asked. "Yes, why? They are the only friends I've ever known." Timara said, letting the wolf up. "I'm sorry, but my Tribe is fresh out of everything." The wolf said, shedding a little tear. "If they don't get anything soon, or me, we'll die." The wolf said, continuing. "I'm sorry about that, but I don't like when my deer die." The leader of the herd trotted over. "We have a really old stranger that is not part of the herd that came in last night. The wolf is welcome to have it." He said, going back into the herd. Timara and the wolf ran for the stranger, the wolf bit down. "Thank you miss, this is sure to save my Tribe." The wolf said, running away with the dear on it's back. "No problem! Enjoy it! My herd is happy to help to!" Timara said, waving a nice 'goodbye' with her tail.










Sorry, but the picture says her name is Timar, please don't believe that!

Comments and Suggestions welcome ^_^

This is my entry
p.s sorry if i misspell words.

ANOTHER ENTRY

This is my entry! I hope you like it!!

This is my entry. You can change his name and pick his eye color.

hope you like it

I MADE IT AND I THAUGHT IT LOOKED GOOD SO HERE IT IS

red hair and white wings RULE!

This is an entry for a contest!
the balloon should say 'Green Day'

hope you like it! :3

Username: greenwillow
Wolf's name(Only if you can think of one, I may change it though): Jordan?
Background/Story: add one later
Anything Else:

Kinda rough. Still working on it.

Hope that U like it!

I just really wanted to draw her, so I did.

I hope that U like it! I especially like it 'cause I LOVE. . .CAKE!!!!

Username:
Mokaaono
Wolf's name:
Darren
Background/Story:
Darren is a steampunk inventor who spends most of his days in his labratory inventing new devices and trinkets. He has, not only a colorful coat, but also a colorful personality; He is spazzy and crazy. Also, he is very creative and imaginative, spending most of the hours of the day daydreaming about his next invention. His most visable trademark is his right brass-coated, steam-powered robotic arm. As an inventor who needs to focus on tiny details, paws just weren't cutting, therefore, he constructed an arm with a human hand, giving him the advantage of individual, thin, fingers and a thumb. And to help him with his tiny detail, he wears steampunk inspired goggles with magnifying lenses on the right eye. He doesn't have very many friends, but whoever he does come across, he leaves a wonderful and fun impression on them.
Anything Else:
- Hard plastic steampunk goggles. Left lense has a hairline crack in it. Right lense has two magnifying lenses that move around. Semi-worn out brown leather strap. 4 brass studs around the lenses.
- One neon blue and one neon purple eye for that boosted crazy look
-Brass Steampunk inspired double pierced cuff earring with a clockwork piece on it.
-Brass-coated, steam-powered, robotic arm
-Old brass-coated stopwatch he recieved from his father (I can make a touching background story based off that if you'd like. I like making stories. :3 )
-On his desk he has a steampunk pipelamp. (A must have ina steampunk lab haha)
Well, this was my first ever steampunk inspired dog!~ Hope you love em'!~

This took sooooo long! I am so proud of the results.
Be warned, I might tweak the design sometime.
I can defianately tone down the shading and highlights, if you'd like. I could also remove her air cloud of fire also.

Nattie, do you see anything you want me to fix design-wise?

EDIT: I blurred the stripes and lightened them. Now she look some-what more airy.

My Form wrote:

Name:

Petó̱ntas, or just Petó̱n as a nickname.

Age:

215 years.

Gender:

Female.

Element:

Air.

Theme Song:

Time is Running Out by Muse.

Personality:

Petó̱n is a very quiet Saber. She has always been this way, thoughtful. If you harm any of her friends, she can be fierce, like a cutting cold wind. This light gray Saber prefers to float of her cloud of white air-fire and move the air around in the clouds to shape them into things that please her. She mostly prefers night over day, sunset as a certain time of day. She enjoys the color of the clouds a perfect sunset will create.

As an Air Saber, Petó̱n prefers to sleep outside in the warm sunlight during the day. She doesn't like to sleep all of the time, so she usually gets about 8 hours of sleep spread out all through the day.

She is lonely, but she won't admit it to anyone or anything. She searches for a friend to help her guard her little fawn.

Attacks:

Wispclaw: Petó̱n uses this attack to rip wounds into her foes. Her special air cloud is passed to her paw/s or her teeth, which then are used to slice and gouge an opponent with more ease. She also uses this attack to hunt, using her teeth and claws at the same time.

Air Blaze: This attack is used for if Petó̱n wants a far distance attack on her foe. First, she ignites both of her front paws with a small blaze and waits for her opponent to get in range. When the foe gets in the exact spot she wants them to, she holds out both of her front paws and blasts a huge tornado of the air-fire which swirls around them and throws them around. She has only attempted this once, and she doesn't plan on using it again.

Steamcloud: This move is more like a defensive action than an attack. Petó̱n first lets her gray blue aura wisp out farther and farther until it covers the foe's view, so all they can see is just gray blue swirls everywhere. When the enemy is confused, she usually leaps out of the mist and ignites her Wispclaw attack and slashes. This is a very cool defense/ attack combo, because she can use Wispclaw and Air Blaze for this.

Her other attack is still a mystery.

Rank:

Loner, sticks really close.

Armor type:

Bronze.

Special Ability:

I don’t know what to call it, but she has a white-air flame type of thing that she can start and put out at will. She uses it in two of her attacks, and also can use it to float a few feet above the ground. So pretty much, it’s a giant flaming cloud of air.

A light gray-blue aura glows around her when she uses her special ability, but she can make it brighter by making the cloud fire bigger. I was thinking maybe one of her parents was a Fire Saber, maybe her dad, so she has this ability.

Story:

It has been five short, lonely years since I left my home in Air Pack to become a loner. Don't feel bad, I left on purpose. Right, you need my name. I am Petó̱ntas, or just Petó̱n. I live a life... that's just not as fun as I thought it should be anymore.

~

Sunlight filtered down on Petó̱n, highlighting her gray, silky fur with warm orange. She opened her ice blue eyes and yawned,her ivory teeth glinting in the bright light. The young Saber stretched, hindquarters in the air, then leaped off of the rock she had been snoozing on, feeling very satisfied and refreshed. Petó̱ntrotted down to the stream and crouched low to lap up water from the cool, clean- tasting pool where waterfalls flowed from the majestic mountains. Scanning beyond the chattering, friendly stream, she contentedly purred, "It's a beautiful day."

Her cheery mood disappeared as she remembered her time in the Air Pack with her now-deceased mother. Her thoughts flickered to the night she left, sick with grief over her mother's death. Petó̱n snorted, "No one could have helpe me... over half the pack was gone. No one even cared when I left!" Part of her still wished someone had cared as she continued patrolling as long and fast as she could until her stomach started roaring with hunger. Sighing, Petó̱n began to smell the air for any whiff of prey.

The sweet scent of a deer's soft hide warmed by the sun wafted to Petó̱n like a thunderstorm she had been seening lately. Petó̱n followed the channel of scent, making sure she was downwind of her prey as she stalked through the green underbrush. When she sighted her prey, she crouched low to the ground. The deer was a doe, pregnant. This made Petó̱n sad, that another had the joy she would never have. A pang of sadness grew in her heart, but she pushed it away as her stomach rumbled and almost blew her cover.

When Petó̱n was only about a yard away from the unaware doe, she felt the air-flames rush through her body from her stomach to her teeth. Teeth glowing white as snow, she leapt onto her prey's back, holding on tightly with her claws as she tried to wrestle the plump prey to the ground.

As soon as the doe was one the ground, Petó̱n sunk her airy teeth into the neck of the warm prey. The doe died almost instantly, and Petó̱n began tearing into the carcass, stemming her stomach's persistant growling with the meat from her newkill. When she reached her prey's unborn fawn, the silver blood-stained Saber stopped, leaving the baby still intact. It reminded her of her half-brother, who died shortly after birth, a few days before her mother who died, sick and terribly burdened by her son's death.

Petó̱n sighed, but she had decided what she was going to do next. She dragged the carcass over next to the stream where she had stopped earlier and dragged large rock that made up the water pool up. The water began rushung down faster than the normal trickle and Petó̱n pushed more smaller rocks in front of the flow. Pushing the large rocks and the carcass to the base of the mountain, where a giant overhang created a cave, she dragged the carcass into the cave. After whispering goodbye to the fawn and its mother, Petó̱n walked out and pushed the rocks to block the cave entrance so no griffins could get to her little fawn, which she had cleverly named Mikró. "I am your guardian, little Mikró."

~

So that's only a story of my life; but I haven't eaten a fawn or doe since. I get lonely, out her alone. Sometimes I wish I had someone with me, so guard Mikró from harm. Angry storms and gales swirl around me, and sometimes the thunder sounds like how I feel. It actually sounds like a different Saber, a lonely one. I am going to find that lonely Saber.

the zebra print on the lower back are fails XD
i <3 the tounge on this!!