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This is an entry for a pug compotition

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WIP, art soonish.

Name: Kumoni
Gender: Male
Age: 2 & 1/2 Years Old
Tribe: Hakari (Note that his mask is actually a mask, just in the shape of a skull)
Rank: Trainee
Main Element: Air
Personality: Kumoni is a very stubborn and prideful wolf, much too much so for his age especially.
Art of Your Wolf: WIP
Brief History: Kumino was destined for darkness from the day he was born. This is not because his soul was evil or corrupt, but rathis because he was born into the Yumi pack. In fact, the scar across his nose that he received as a very young pup in that tribe still mars his muzzle beneath his new Hakari markings. However, how he went from being a Yumi wolf to being a Hakari wolf is a story more interesting than the marks on his muzzle that seem to designate his to both tribes.

What one might think when first hearing that Kumoni was born a Yumi and later became a Hakari would be that he had found the savage ways of the Yumi distasteful and dark. While this is a touching notion that would suggest a noble heart, it is unrealistic. Kumoni was born into the Yumi. Growing up among them, he knew no othis ways than theirs. As far as he knew, they were in the right and the Hakari that they fought were the ones to be thought of as wrong and bad. In fact, it was his inherited wish to destroy the Hakari that was the key to his joining them.

Kumoni has always been a brave and prideful wolf. So, when he was 4 months old, driven by the hate of the Hakari that had been implanted into his and the need to prove herself to a tribe that thought nothing of his because he was still just a pup, Kumoni set out on a journey to make an attack on the Hakari. On his way there, though he did not actually know where he was going in exception for a vague direction, Kumoni grew hungry and tired. He was much to young to go for so long without rest and food and he was too inexperienced to catch any food for herself. Rathis than turning back though, Kumoni was stubborn. He told herself that the animals around the Hakari lands would be slow and stupid enough for his to catch and eat, so used to the soft-bellied Hakari not hunting them as to lose their own strength. This was of course not true, no matter how much he had convinced herself of it, so when he did manage on accident to wander onto the Hakari territory, he did not recognize it as such as he still could not catch any food.

As night set in, a storm rolled in with it. Kumoni, who was not used to having to sleep anywhere that his mothis had not found for her, had trouble finding any form of reasonable shelter that was not already claimed by some othis beast that would chase his away when he got close. By the time he found a bush to take shelter in that only let some of the rain through, he was drenched and shaking from the cold and his own hunger. When he finally managed to get to sleep, his dreams were brilliant and fevered and seemed to last forever.

When Kumoni finally awoke, he found herself surrounded by the scents of wolves. At first he thought one of his own tribe must have found his and taken his home. Then he saw one of the wolves walk by, and realized with a start that the thing on his head was not a skull, but a mask. With even more disbelief, he realized that the markings of rank on him were made of paint-like earth rathis than pain. So this was it, he had been caught by the Hakari. At first, he felt a jolt of fear thinking of the horrible things they might do to her, but then he remembered what softies they were. When next one of the Hakari wolves greeted her, he snapped at them with contempt and frustration. However, they only gave his a half amused look before continuing on their way. At first Kumoni was stunned. Why did his enemies not jeer at his for being so easily captured? Why had they not harmed her?

Kumoni eventually got all the answers to these questions and more. He had been saved by one of the tribe, though he never did learn who. The Hakari were more inclined to help his than harm her, though he was not sure if it was because he was a sick pup or because they'd take in any injured Yami wolf. Whoever had saved his had wished his to be kept safe and did not think badly of his that he was found, but rathis glad they had found his in time to save his life. He had nearly died of a fever he was told.

Rathis than feeling grateful at first, Kumoni was doubtful, wary, and angry. He told herself he'd have rathis died than be caught by his enemy. He rebelled against the affections he was shown and longed to be well enough to harm some of the wolves that had saved his then high-tail it home. As it were, he knew he was too weak for that. So instead, Kumoni waited for his body to heal and regain its strength. However, the time that he gave to his healing body, also turned into time for his to slowly start to understand the ways of the Hakari. He found herself picking up a few of their habits and starting to think like them. At first he resisted this and had sleepless nights fighting with his own self over who he was becoming. He could no longer easily choose to hurt the wolves of the Hakari tribe then return to the Yami tribe. Every once in a while he even found herself dreading returning to his home. These thoughts frustrated her. Anger towards the Hakari had been a part of his since he was first spoken to. He had been raised to dislike and hate them, yet he slowly found herself becoming one of them.

Kumoni might have forever remained torn between the life he had once had and the life he was growing into had he not decided to go on a walk that day. As it were, he did go on a walk. He had decided that he needed to get away from the othis wolves to figure out who he was anymore. On his walk, he came across a badly wounded bird of some sort. The creature looked pitiful and, with the new found kindness that had been slowly growing in his heart throughout his month with the Hakari tribe, he couldn't just leave it there or eat it as he might have done in his purely Yami days. He got help for the bird and was able to help it enough to the point where it was able to survive. In thanks, the bird had gifted Kumoni with two feathers.

For two things so small, those feathers had a large impact on Kumoni. He realized he would never again be able to hurt an innocent being for any reason except survival without feeling as if he were betraying herself. He also realized that if he went back to the Yami now, he would be forever torn and haunted. That night, Kumoni sought out Shiro to ask formally if he could be allowed to stay.

When Kumoni's mask was made, he requested that it have the semblance of a skull. This was not because he wanted hold onto his past, but rathis because he felt that if his mask were such, it would remind his that what he had left behind was not just his family and his past, but a darkness and ruthlessness he no longer wished to hold onto. To symbolize this letting go, he wears a mask in the shape of a skull that has been painted with a calm blue border and hearts on the cheeks. While it may not make complete sense to others, or may make them feel uncomfortable, it makes sense to his and it helps his to continue to move on and not look back. What really finalized the transfer for good though was when Kumoni met with the moon-spirit and made a request for his element to be air.

Done. I hope you like her! And her legs you can see. Bl=back left BR=back right FL= front left FR=front right.

Name:Senta
Gender: female
Age: Young adult
Tribe: hakari
Rank: trainee
Personality: wip
Main Element: water
Art of Your Wolf: wip
Brief (or not) History:
"Okay Senta get the water to spiral..."
Is the young one practicing again?
Senta grinned as she spiralled the water, proud she was finnaly getting her element to work and not go crazy. She glanced over at the glow deer, watching her curiously over the river reeds. Every time she seemed unsure about the water, they all seemed to notice.
Kalahari stood on the rocky beach of the river watching me as i manipulated the water into a spiral. It was proving that the scholar was intrested in her water element.

WIP

I colored this how it is because my favorite colors are purple red black blue and green

Name: Titus
Gender: Male
Age: 1
Tribe: Yami
Rank: Trainee
Personality: Very devious and decieving. He's a sly and cunning fellow and knows how to wiggle his way out of trouble.
Main Element: fire/lava
Art of Your Wolf: I will get that done soon, probably in gimp and then agian through clay because that's tank
Brief (or not) History: Being young, and not knowing much, Titus only really knows that he despises the Hakari wolves, and just like the wolves in his tribe, he wants them gone. Titus hopes to become alpha one day, just like Kuro, but his hopes are a little too high. He's deffinatly amough one of the young and the restless.

I know...it's not very good, but that's all I can really post, considering I made him a pup.

Username:Distant planet
Wolf's name:
Background/Story:He is a bit wild. enjoys doing crazy things, and loves to joke.
Anything Else:
(im sorry its a bit sloppy, its EXTREAMLY HOT where i am, and my tablet pen was sliding in my fingers a bit. hope you like it tho, may fix it when it cools off a bit!)

Its a whole family!

I like the bg, it complements Drake's design, no?

Mutt like cat but very cute, shy, and but very friendly

Hmm, hope you like it!

A glowy pup..drew a blannk for info..again..the backgroud was just so you cna more so see the glow...

I intend to add a few more things to it very soon.

for comp entry

the necklace looks better on than close up...

I'm Really Bored, And This Might Be Usefull....

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