[peppermintleo]

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Pup's name: Dix
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[not here sorry!]

Username: Spirit
Pup number: The beautiful number 3.
Why do you want this pup? : 'Wow' is all I can say everytime I gaze at this pup's design; if I were to explain my love for this pup, it couldn't be written out in words. Honestly, I believe this is the WOI I've been hoping to have for a long time of trying out for the wonderful species. Firstly, I noticed there were 2 litters for the wolves, so I decided to take a look at them, not expecting to really try out for them. As soon as I laid my eyes on Sonne, though, I felt awestruck and captivated by her lovely colors and complicated markings. I just knew I had to try out for her or I would just feel terrible about myself for not doing so with this gorgeous little pup.
Now, I've seen a lot of WOIs for a long time, ever since they were created. I had always wanted a Warrior to own as soon as I saw that first art of these magnificent species. It was not because of the popularity it stirred, it was because of the unique qualities of these wolves, like the creativity of the complicated armor, the plot and setting of where they thrive in, the brilliant designs, and so on. I often reread the WOI page about them over and over again, studying about them. Whenever there was an opportunity to try out for these fabulous species, I attempted to get one Warrior that I could be able to own and adore. Now, I can see that Sonne would be a perfect one to own and cherish forever.
I'm planning on working on this form everyday if it means achieving my goal for getting Sonne. I swear never to neglect about her and to
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Pup's name: Sonne
'Sun' in German
The reason why I named this beautiful pup 'Sonne' is because it's actually really fitting to her. Her colors remind me of the sunset and horizon, so I searched all through names relating to those two words. After looking endlessly for something good, I came across this one, which I found to be simple but extremely bold and lovely. I decided it would be a good name for this perfect pup, and that it even might inspire me to writing her personality and story revolving around it.
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[Sable.]

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[Queen Akemi]

Username:
DreamerDaWolf
Pup number:
3
Pup's name:
Anmar
(Meaning; Leopard/Origin; Muslim)
Personality:
Graceful,
She always makes sure she walks elegantly with her own style.She makes sure she seems proper but is really just can be a fun-loving gal at times.If you bring the animal out of her.

Alert,
She's always on the watch,even when asleep.She makes sure she's attentive and every 'unnatural' sound she hears she pounces out of fun,food,and attack.

Cunning,
She is always was the fox out of the litter.She makes sure that her craftiness gets the best of her prey and is always sly when on the hunt or out of plain fun.She knows she's beautiful sometimes but never wants to talk about herself or boast.

Intelligent,
She definitely a quick thinker on the hunt and on battle for strategies.Always planning out almost everything before jumping to conclusions.Usually if she doesn't understand it she goes into complete negativity mode until someone cheers her up.

Observer,
Always curious as a cat she the first one(or at least close)to spotting something unique and quite interesting.She of corse loves the butterbirds.

Trickster,
Sneeky as a fox and as elegant as she looks she's quite clever.She can play opossum quite well and pounces on her friends and prey with fast agility.Also she likes making little traps for fun just incase a friend passes by.

Bold/Daring,
When nobody else is doing something she stands up or when she follows something she always does something more daring(around it)then they did.She likes doing awesome tricks when she in a happy and feisty mood.

Kind,
She tries her best to be sweet,kind,happy,and playful half the time with her friends and family pack.Usually if someone needs something she'll go and help but usually doesn't always get the job perfect.

Powerful,
She is very very strong than most females WOI's but she is a fighter,well for good use.She acts like top dog when in playfights.

Caring,
She tries to be as generous sometimes but gets in the way half the time.Usually when she is helpful at caring its usually with young pups or forgetful elders.
Story/Histoy:

Morning.
It was a kinda bright like outside when I walked out of the den with my sister,my brother,my mother,and my father.I twitched my ears and duck quickly but got smacked in the ears as my brother tried to leap on me.I laughed as he missed me and ended up rolling on the blue grass as it crumpled underneath his body.I wagged my tail and soon leaped on him like a cat and her prey,I was soon in a play fight with my brother.My sister watched with a smiled and her tail wagged happily as she cheered on for the both of us,"Go Anmar!,she called but I soon leaped away before my fur got to dirty and jumped on my brother to slam him back down and walked away."Anmar,leave your brother alone.",my Father said cranky like he always was but listened at least and I sat next to my Mom.She smiled and licked my soothingly like she always did,"Do listen to your Father,Anmar.",she said and I nodded.I was soon back in the game with my siblings and we wander down into further grass to play.I trotted up to my playful brother,"Sorry brother.I didn't mean to hurt you.",I said in a low like tune of guilt."Its alright.",he said and made a small smile and barked playfully but we soon spotted a white light and we all chased after it like it was a enemy Kronador.My sister kept snapping as it but she missed the wings,then I tried to leap on it but was to slow or to far away.My brother almost caught it but he fell to the ground,again."Pups!Get back here!",my Father called and we all sulked away from our hunting game.Soon a howl was called out and our parents rushed us to the den,"Stay here.",they said firmly and seriously and ran to the call."I wonder what that was about.",my Sister said as we watched them run off.I shrugged and my brother shook his head.
We looked outside the den entrance and saw it was getting dark and we huddled up..but I wanted to stay up sense it was night.I was soon pushed into slept so we could all go to bed and sleep.Next morning our parents were sleeping next to us but they had freshly new wounds."Mom Dad!Did you go into battle?!",my Brother asked excitedly."Of course they did.",I mumbled as I rolled my eyes.My sister was curious to but my mother soon woke up and opened her eyes and yawned silently,"Yes.",she answered sleepily.My Father was awake now too but kept his eyes closed.We were soon bouncing around again today but our parents taught us a couple of stuff,like how to track prey and other WOI's and even know when a Kronador is close by its prints.We also learned what a Kronador smells like so we know if we can attack or run.Our parents showed us what not and to eat and we were soon heading back to camp for lunch,tired and learning.Of course sense I was curious I listened half the time and tried some of the techniques on trees but mostly hurt myself from bumping into it half the time.Soon my siblings and I were fighting over our food but I had snatched enough pieces to satisfy me.I watched them and soon smirked but then my ears perked when I heard a snap and turned my head to see more WOI's coming for lunch.Soon my siblings tripped themselves from the sound of other WOI's and I laughed but soon helped them up but it was a trick for me.They both pulled me down and we wrestled.

Later down the week my Mom and Dad saw that we were growing quickly and as so we were learning more and more everyday.I loved that I was getting better at everything but it was funny as my brother tried to copy me.My sister watched but didn't do anything but we all still enjoyed ourself.As the day passed by quicker than we thought we were way far from the dens and then Dad called,"Come back here!Your getting to far away!",he called."We won't go anywhere dad!",my brother called out and we kept on playing,hunting,..exploring.Soon we got farther than we had expected and my sister called out to our parents,"Mom!Dad!".Soon we were all calling but it was getting pitch black soon.I was soon starting to overwhelm myself that we couldn't find ourself out of the forest but I saw that my sister was freaking out so I calmed down and and helped her.Soon the only light you could see was the moon but suddenly I perked my ears and heard a slight sound on the wind,it sounded like a light song.I soon started running ahead without announcement."Hey!",my brother yelled after me and I soon heard the thumping of paws behind me.I kept listening as strong as I could and it got louder and sounded like a howl and suddenly stopped.I listened if I just went a wrong way but there was nothing,absolutely nothing.I soon started to make my little puppy howl but it still sounded like and whine/yelp.My brother cocked his head at me and soon joined in as he heard a faint sound and my sister joining in sense she was last.We weren't heard but we heard something rustling near them now.I fluffed up and sniffed the air,it didn't smell familiar or comforting.My brother growled but he was shaking a bit.My sister crouched down in omega form.Soon a Kronador eyes gleamed out of the darkness and it growled and we were soon speeding away as fast as our puppy paws could.I panted as its hot breathe was on our tails and soon another one appeared.Now we were running for our lives,from two of them!Its jaws snapped at my paws and tried to trip me but I kept speeding up like my siblings were.We whined and yelped the whole run until we heard and snarl and a tumble behind us.We didn't here the thudding of the Kronadors anymore so we slowed down and sat.Catching our breathe and as we panted so fast it seemed we weren't even breathing.Soon our Dad burst out running and snatched up my sister and I.My brother came running behind but Mom soon popped up and snatched him as they ran from the sudden thudding paws.We soon burst into the open and ran to camp,other WOI's heard noise and padded out.Soon they were rushing toward us and at the Kronadors.I heard snarling and snapping,growling and scratching behind me as some WOI's protected us and we were soon in the den.The Kronadors were dead and gone,and we were gonna be dead meat.Surprisingly our parents were filled with joy and licked my sibling and I clean of any dirt.As we were getting clean,Dad,got serious and looked at me and my siblings,"What were you thinking?!We told to come back and you said you'd stay there!What happen to that?!",he said sternly and angry.I sniffed as I could see we were in deep trouble and it scared me.My brother replied,"I'm sorry.",he mumbled with his low.My sister did the same.My head was down but my eyes looked up at him hesitantly sometimes,"I'm sorry.",I replied but we soon all snuggled up with our parents as we were forgiven and slept.
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[Cougar28]

Username: Cougar28
Pup number: The lovely number one <3
Pup's name: Irinushka - Russian name meaning peace. Her nickname will be Nushi.
Personality: WIP
Mate: Khem
Story/Histoy:

INTRO

I remember being here before, but it feels like it was in another life. A life that was full of fear; fear of what may come out from lurking in the shadows. Shadows were all around us. They would circle, and wait for us to make one wrong move. We knew we couldn’t stay, but at the same time we were afraid to go. Life like this is typical around here, but being typical doesn’t make it any less impacting.
I was only a pup then; I don’t really remember a lot, but maybe it’s better that way. As we walked, I could feel the chills of haunting memories. I hate this place. I always wondered why we lived in such a pitiful place like this. Apparently this forest used to be bountiful with prey. Our species flourished here, and everything was almost like a fairy tale. But after a while, the bountiful prey attracted some unwanted visitors, and they decided to stay for good. Ravaging beasts they are; they care for no one, not even their own kind it seems. They are the shadows that haunt me, and my family. But as we walk further in I realize that there is no living creature in sight. Not even the trees showed any signs of life. The shadows must have moved on to spread their darkness through another fairy tale world.

THROUGH THE DARKNESS

“Nushi,” Khem called from behind me, “ Do you remember this place too?”
I didn’t really respond. “I do,” he continued, “a little. But what I don’t get is why we have to go here again.” “Khem, I’ve explained this a million times, the only way to get to the valley where we will start a new pack is through this forest. I don’t like it any more than you do.” “Alright, alright; I understand.”

Khem and I grew up together. We knew each other since we were just little pups. We could never be separated. Together at night we would face the piercing darkness and circling shadows until we saw the glimmer of hope that was the sun. Ever since we were little, we knew we would always be together. But now we have come to the age where we need to have pups of our own, to keep our species alive. Many packs don’t accept newcomers, because of competition for food, so in a lot of ways it is much easier to just start your own pack. So that’s what we would do.

“What do we do when we get there? Do we find a den right away, or maybe search for some food first?” Khem said as he stared intently at me. “I’m not sure. I guess we’ll figure it out when we get there.” “Nushi... what if the shadows are there too? What will we do then?” “That is what I fear. But we must take our chances with this. This is a big opportunity for us, and our future pups. We must think about what’s best for them, and if this place is as great as I’ve heard, then this is what’s best.” “Yes, I agree.”

It was quiet for a while after that; dead quiet. Not even the wind made a sound. This went on for what seemed like forever. I started to get very tired, and almost fell asleep right in my steps. Khem was very worried, and insisted that we rest for the night, and I reluctantly agreed. When I woke up it was still dark as the shadow’s soul. There was this pungent odor; it filled my lungs, and felt like poison eating away at me. I knew the smell; but It had never been this strong. I was suffocating. I woke Khem, who was still surprisingly deep in his slumber. When I realized where the smell was coming from, I did not run away, like any typical animal with a brain would have; I ran right towards it. Khem stumbled to keep up with me. This smell was coming from the valley.

“Nushi! Stop!” Khem yelled as he was choking on his breath.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen! How could this happen?!”
“Nushi, please! We can’t stay here!”
“What about our perfect home?!”
“It’s on fire, Nushi! We HAVE to go, NOW!”

Just then he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me. I followed in his direction until the smell got lighter. When we could see each other again, we ran off as fast as we could. Our perfect home was ruined. It seems the shadows are not our only enemies.
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[Wolfie♥Louis]

Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?

My name? Call me Sersei, for that is what my mother named me.

I am number 2, 2nd of my sisters in our litter.

"Greetings, as I said prior to this, my name is Sersei, I am the 2nd of my litter and I was born to my mother Luxyrus and my father Haestine, two noble and brave wolves that one day I wish to follow in the pawsteps of, however, in the time being I enjoy the freedom of being a pup."

Nevertheless this is what I am, and not who I am, stay with me friends and let me tell you all I can about the wolf I am, and the wolf I wish to become...
At my centre I like to believe I am adventurous and courageous, I like to push the limits set to me and I don't flinch from the reprimands of crossing over rules. And yet, at the same moment, I feel that perhaps I am not as bold as in my mind I believe myself to be - I guess that is a trouble others face as well - most of what I build myself to be is fortified by my mind, for who truly can question the imagination? However this sets me in a way of thought that turns a butterfly chase into a deer hunt or a tussle with my littermates into a battle against an enemy- this is wonderful, it exercises my mind as well as opens the wonders of life to me, so comparatively young as those around me, but, at the same time, can I really be adventurous, when in reality, my adventures take me nowhere?
Pardon my moment of thought there, I find it difficult to come to grips with the personality that I chose myself to have, I am forever questioning myself, always pointing out the flaws within myself and my mind. I suppose that is an actual trait of mine: I cannot ever be fully satisfied with myself, as nobody is perfect and all I fixate on is the flaw that prevents perfection. Ha! You must think me to be quite strange and sad, distorted from normality- don't feel this way friends, for while I am never fully satisfied with myself, there are always things around me that seem the essence of joy and perfection, the flowers for example, or the lightning when it forks from a mottled stormcloud. For you see, while I question myself, I question things around me, always thirsting for knowledge about how the world I was whelped into works. Wonder fuels my being, and without it, I fear I would sink to nothing.
I am the dreamer of our litter but I also enjoy a proper tussle, I live to fight, I want to be a big warrior someday, and have my name reach fame among those of our kind, I want to be the Warrior that my parents are, big and strong, and smart and swift. I am young still, I am strong for my age, but I stumble over my paws and am slow, I rely on chance strength, given to me only by my size. I can change though, I will train when I am old enough! If there is one thing I never do, it is back down from what I choose to do- no matter how hard it would be! I was the first of our litter to open my eyes, and I want to be the first to shed my training armour for the dazzling plates and pieces that are custom in our kind.
What more would you like me to tell you? I have explained what I can about my personality, though I find it difficult, for I wish not to boast or brag about a trait I believe I have but do not, however, I also must choose what makes me important, would you wish to know I can run fast? No, it is boring, just a small talent I happen to control, but, truly I give you what I honestly think myself to be which is,
Wondrous, Striving, Courageous and Strong.
I mention not trust, for I have yet to learn who and who not I trust, I know only a few, being so young, so how can I learn to be mistrustful if all I know is my own parents and sisters, I love them, but they are all I know, I cannot say don't trust others if I blatantly do. That is all I have to say to you, just hear me out, I am grateful for your attention to what I say, not many have the attention span to listen to a rambling pup!

Once. Once was the sole amount of times I have ever swum. I am young and I fear I have instilled in myself a fear of water, though to be the warrior I wish to be I must conquer this - but there is something queer and eerie about the black swirling depths of the river, it could lick you up and spit you out a drowned piece of what you were. It terrifies me, when we drink from the river I stay as far as I can hold my head away to lap the water. I don't like it at all!
The reason I don't enjoy water is because of the one time I fell into the swirling mass of icy water- I was chasing a blue swallowtail butterfly with sapphire wings around, oblivious to my surroundings...

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[Sparky95]

Username
Sparky95

Pup number:
1

Pup's name:
Kiba

Explanation : KiBa is the name of a cocktail in germany. It's made of 50 % Cherry ( Kirsche in german) and 50 % Banane (Banane) and it's my favourite non-alcoholic cocktail. I drank one last night and when I saw it's colour I had to think of her and her red fur with the light orange markings. I think the name is just perfekt for her
Here you can see a picture of one cocktail. It's not perfect but I hope everyone can see why I think the name fits that good : http://www.cocktailtrinker.de/wp-conten ... 50x150.jpg

Personality:
~open-hearted
~helpful
~friendly
~calm
~cooperative

Likes:
Her family.
Her parents, her siblings and of course her mate mean everything to her and she would do everything to protect them if they are in danger. She loves to have her family around her and she wishes to have a family of her own with her mate someday.
She has no problem with other Warriors and is very open-hearted. Because of that she has a lot of friends and she likes to play with them. Sometimes she can be very childish and even a bit cheeky
But she can also be very calm and lazy. It's really exhausting for her being friendly and nice to everyone all the time so sometimes she just needs a break and a place where she can be alone and relax.

Dislikes :
To feel weak !!
She is just a teenie and since the incident with the Kronador she trains very hard every day to get strong. She knows that she could have died this day if she hadn't found this cave bacause she couldn't fight against the enemy and the only thing she could do was run and hide and she doesn't want to feel so helpless again. It was the worst day in her life just sitting in this cave, petrified, and hoping that the Kronador would disappear or that maybe someone would find her and help her and it's her target to defend herself alone in the future and kill all these Kronadors so that her children can play in the forrest without the fear she had.

Personal Song :

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

~ Christina Aguilera - Fighter

Armour Design:

I just looove the roman armour. The city where I live was founded 2000 years ago by romans and still today there are very much buildings which were constructed in the Roman times. Therefore I learned much about romans at school, in museum or when we had guidance in one historical building. Kibas armour is based on a roman armour because I feel conected with it.
I just love the Red Crest on the helmet, one of the most demonstrative attribute to a roman armour. Sadly I had no idea how to draw the tunic until now and it was hard to draw a realistic looking cuirass, so the armour is just based on the shoulder armour. I'm sure I will create a better design when I have more time, this is just one of the first ideas I had when I thought about an armour

Artwork:

Yust a quick sketch I did, nothing special. I hope I get the time to draw her moreoften soon



Also drawn by me
“I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing.
Through every dark night, theres a bright day after that.
So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... and handle it.” - Tupac Shakur[/i]

[Mortikat]

Bump~

[Wlyrout]

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When I saw this Warrior, no joke.

Art (C) TheNinthWolf

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ｂｅ ｎｏ ｂ ｕ ｔ ｔ ｅ ｒ ｆ ｌ ｉ ｅ ｓ. - Ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ

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Finishing up my personality and minor stories now, but I'm really pleased with how this form came out. I suppose that this will be my last update, so to anyone 'opponent' who is reading: I know that when a contest closes, everyone passes around good lucks, some of which are fakes. But my good luck is genuine. I love the character I've created out of Pup #3, but you guys do too, and it's going to be a tough competition. I know that whoever wins will take the best care of this little girl. c: So good luck.

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username; newsie

pup number; #3

gender; female

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Art (C) evangeline.

name;
• Nova
meaning;
• New
• Chases butterflies
• Explosion of a star
• xXx
origin;
• Hopi
pronunciation;
• nōvə
• xXx

Hello! I'm Nova, just Nova, and that's all. But I do like my name, I don't think that I would ever want to change it.
It sounds nice, and pretty, and a lot of thought was put into it. I can't imagine having another name.

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voice; I’d say my voice is soft enough for a pup. I think that immediately when others walk up to you, they expect something softer. I’m young and untrained, and I’m smart enough to have acknowledged that. But my voice is also incredibly strong for such a small pup. I don’t often try to get my way, and I’d never take advantage of anyone, but I do tend to be taken a little more seriously between my maturity and my powerful voice. I can’t really explain how my voice is both soft and powerful at the same time… it just is.

vocal quirks; I’ve been told that I say ‘like’ and ‘maybe’ (but especially ‘like’) a lot when I’m having a hard time deciding on exactly what to say, or having a hard time answering a question- though I suppose that falls into the other category. I don’t notice it myself while I’m speaking, of course. Aside from those little nervous stutters, my speech is pretty clean and quirk-free.

gait; Difficult question much? I walk pretty normally. I guess confidently, maybe? Like confident but not stuck-up. Like chest out, but not obnoxiously, and maybe like all stealth-mode? Or at least that’s what I’d like to think.

stance; Uh, with my paws at my shoulders, not stiff but never quite relaxed either. I’ve got nice posture, I’ve been told. Seriously, where do you get these questions?

expression; Now this is a question I can answer completely accurately, because I’ve been called out and criticized for it quite a bit. I’ve been told far too many times that I constantly look like I’m not focusing, even when I clearly am. I think it has something to do with my vision; no, I’m not blind, so don’t start your sympathizing. But I don’t quite have the same vision as other Warriors, and my eyes are a bit cloudy. It’s a shame really, because I love my unique, multi-colored eyes and wished they “popped” a little bit more. But anyways, that doesn’t have anything to do with the question. I can see how others would think that I’m always daydreaming; I have a bad habit of lowering my eyebrows and frowning (even though I assure you, I’m perfectly happy 99% of the time), which happens to be the perfect “I’m not listening to a word you’re saying” face. The worst part about it is that sometimes Momma tells me I’m being disrespectful by not listening to her. Of course, she takes it back once she remembers that it’s completely natural for me, but it does sting a bit.

frame; I have little to no fat on me, hours of running and climbing and playing have burned off all that prey. Momma says I need to eat more, but I do eat plenty. I just exercise a lot. But what I lack in body fat I make up for in fur. I’m really fluffy. It’s not very dignifying, I must admit, when the fully-grown Warriors come up to you and practically dive into your fur. I have a pretty normal amount of muscle, though everyone expects me to build up more when I’m older. As long as I don’t have as much as my brother, I think I’ll manage. I just can’t picture me as muscular. When I see me, I see a scrawny, fluffy pup.

size; Quicker response for this one: I’m pretty much normal, leaning towards the smaller side. My legs are pretty long for my body, but not anything noticeable.

weight; Er, like maybe somewhere between 1 and 100 pounds? I don’t know how I’m supposed to know or answer this question. What do I look like I weigh? I don’t know… You judge for yourself.

age; Um, I'm a pup. Don't know the specifics, maybe Momma would know! Go ask her.

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talents; I’m quite skilled in getting myself into trouble, especially when I’m not looking for it. I don’t mess with the bullies and I’m perfectly obedient (most of the time). Let’s face it, I’m like a magnet. Momma sometimes tells me something like “trouble gets into trouble” and smiles whenever I find myself in a sticky situation. She thinks that it’s just hilarious, and when I whine about it she tells me that such a mature and well-mannered pup needs to get into a bit of trouble to loosen up.

dreams; All I want is for my pack to be proud of me, for Momma and Daddy and Rayo and Soraya and my friends and everyone to be proud to call me their daughter, sister, or pack-mate. It’s all that any pup could ask for. Perhaps it will never ever happen, perhaps I’m a small pup with far too big ambitions, but at least I’ve tried my hardest to be the best I can be. And I know that if I think quickly and work hard, I’ll fulfill my dream.

behavioral quirks; When I’m nervous or telling a big fib, I start blinking very quickly and scratch behind my ear. Of course I’m not exactly glad of my little quirks, they’re dead giveaways when I’m trying to get away with lying, but at the same time they encourage me to tell the truth. That’s always a good thing, right?

aspiring rank; All I want to be is a Warrior, battling and destroying Kronadors! I know, I know, I just sounded really immature and stupid, but ask any fully-grown Warrior and they’ll say the same exact thing! Once every last Kronador is annihilated off of the face of Isket, and I know that my pack is safe from future threats, I can focus on other things.

hobbies; I can’t afford to have any hobbies. Most of the time, I’m studying the land or playing (mostly “play” fighting… the senior Warriors will appreciate our skill the next time the Kronadors attack) or chasing butterflies all around Isket, which is a favorite past time of mine.

interests; Chasing butterflies, as I said earlier. I don’t know why, but Isket butterflies just enchant me. They’re so pretty and glowy and white. I don’t know, they’re just… magical. And fighting Kronadors! ‘cept I’ve never actually fought a Kronador before, of course.

philosophy; I think that I have a pretty positive outlook on things, but at the same time not straying too far from realistic. I understand that not everything’s going to work out in my favor, but I don’t see why I can’t be hopeful that they will. Prepare for the worst but hope for the best, I say.

quote; I don’t really have any signature quotes, aside from the one above: Prepare for the worst but hope for the best. I don’t even say it that often. Sorry to disappoint.

theme song; Imagine Dragons- On Top of the World

phobias; I have Agoraphobia, which is the fear of situations which I can't get out of. I guess I just can't stand the pressure of knowing there's no escape. It's not anything extremely horrible, though, I don't start freezing up or anything. I just shiver a little, grin and bear it. There's no other way to approach those situations, because they happen. *shrug*

allergies; I don't think I'm allergic to anything, but I'm still little. Maybe I do have allergies and I just haven't discovered them yet. But yeah, no allergic reactions so far. I'm glad of it.

scars; I have a tiny little bald patch on my front left arm, though you can't see it unless you pull back the fur there. No fancy story on how I got it; I scraped it on the side of the den tunnels as I was walking out. I think it's kind of cute, it's in the shape of a misshapen heart and because it's not really noticeable at all, it's not bothersome.

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Art (C) Pandemonium28

Look, I made my family tree! There's Momma and Daddy, and my uncles and aunties: Galen and Amorok on Momma's side, and Katniss on Daddy's side. Then there's my grandparents, Kafka and Sorren. I don't know anything about Daddy's parents or grandparents, but my great grandparents on Momma's side are Rayo and Soraya, fearsome leaders of the Warrior pack! I'm honored to be related to them, but it also means that a lot is expected of me.

Luxyrus / Momma: Though I am teased by it even as a pup, I'll always call Luxyrus 'Momma'. I love Momma lots, but I hear that sometimes she becomes very angry. Daddy tried to explain it to us once; he said something about 'Riot'. But I've never seen her angry. Maybe Daddy hides us from Momma when she gets angry, or maybe I'm too young to have seen one of her fits yet. Either way, I'm her daughter and I'll always love her no matter what.

Haestine / Daddy:Daddy can be real mean around some of the other Warriors, but I think he has a soft spot for his pups (yay, that's me!). He still doesn't talk a lot 'round us, but it doesn't make him any less of my Daddy, or any less of a Warrior. Like Momma, I love him lots.
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In general, I’m an extremely happy pup. I love seeing myself as a cheerful thing, and I love making everyone else happy as well. If I could have a superpower, I’d be able to smile and let that smile be reflected around Isket. I just wish everyone was as joyful as I am, because there are some pretty darn miserable Warriors out there. I’m also reserved, not in speech but in manner. I just don’t see the point in bouncing off the walls; play bowing, running… you get my point. It doesn’t bring me any kind of excess joy, so why waste the energy? I’ll sit, lay down, or walk, and that’s about all I’ll do. Aside from that, I’m definitely a chatterbox. I’ll talk your ears off, and when they’ve gone I’ll go on for an hour more. Conversation is certainly easy around me, and it’s hard to catch that awkward moment of silence. I never run out of things to talk about.

Later in life Nova will become mentally scarred from previous encounters with Kronadors and the Lost Warriors, which are what her stories are about. She will become a little less talkative and have moments where she is tormented by her past, falling into depression. But for the most part she will retain her personality.

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★★- ｓｔｏｒｙ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ ｏｎｅ

This story takes place when Nova is a teenager, therefore in the rest of this form she will not recall any of this happening. If I were to win Nova, she would remain a pup for quite a while. This story is a glimpse into her future.

Warriors- aside from Luxyrus and Haestine- featured in story [all with permission from the owner]:
Mugen- owned by Alaska.
Namine- owned by .Nova. [ironic, eh?]

There are moments in life, few and far between, where we are truly alive. They are never the big moments. They are those smaller instants that would be quite insignificant if for only a few heartbeats we had not felt it- the kind of emotion that unites beings, that creates order and life and destruction.

It was one of those unexplainable moments. The wind buffeted my face, and I could feel my hair stand on end with the electricity of adrenaline. My paws thumped a 4-beat rhythm against the wispy strands of indigo-tipped grass beneath me, carving a delicate path through the land. Directly ahead of me, so close that I would go cross-eyed trying to glimpse at it, fluttered a glowing white butterfly. I continued the chase; not for the contentment or satisfaction of defeating the fragile creature, but for the exhilaration of the moment.

I breathed deeply and came to a short halt, taking in the crispness of dusk air. Masked by that refreshing breeze, and the whimsical sight of the wandering butterfly, was a stench far worse than decay or rot. Coughing as if it would rid me of the foul odor, I lifted my head. What could possibly reek so horribly aside from-

I froze dead in my tracks, realizing exactly what I had done. No. No. No! I screamed in my mind, determined to wake up from whatever kind of a horrible nightmare this was. But no, no such luck, that bad small was just the beginning of my nightmares. Nightmares that I would suffer through in reality.

I closed my eyes to prevent myself from falling apart. I just had to get out quietly, and then I’d be home, at Momma’s side. I opened my eyes to find a path back home, but I was too late. A pair of light eyes glimmered with the reflection of my own. I held my breath. I had braced myself to encounter the monsters, but never imagined that I’d be coming into contact with one anytime soon. I’d never bet on running straight into a Kronador.

In a flash a claw had circled my throat, stronger than titanium and sharper than any Warrior’s. It pressed threateningly against my neck, so deeply that I was surprised that it had not yet pierced my skin. The beast leaned in and hissed loudly into my ear, spewing its foul-smelling breath over my nose. I gagged, partially in hatred of the creature. Was this how I was to die, at the hands of one pathetic Kronador? I knew only one thing: I was not going down without a fight. Without thinking any further, I jerked my neck out of the way and then turned to him. The Kronador might have been ten times my size, but I could not be intimidated, I reminded myself. If this was truly how I was going to die, I was going to die nobly.

Determined to put up a decent fight, I shifted my weight onto my hind legs, rose off the ground, and battered the Kronador in the chest with my front paws. Clearly having underestimated my will to live, he stumbled clumsily and in partial shock, though still trying to swipe at me. I remained on my hind legs, as it was the only position in which I had an advantage. Suddenly I shifted my weight too far forward, and becoming unbalanced, fell back down to all fours. Taking the opportunity as I recovered myself, the Kronador reared up to where he was vertical in the air, and then launched himself back down at me, planning to use his sheer size to crush me underneath him. Realizing his intentions, I dodged quickly out of the way, but as I hesitated at first, he still managed to graze my side with his talons. I felt blood pooling up in my fresh wounds, flooding me with rage. I leapt up and clawed the monster on the side of his head.

Before I knew what was happening, I was pinned to the ground.

I woke up in my den, safe and warm. I stretched my muscles, and- ow. Why did that hurt so much? I looked down at my side, and was shocked to see dried blood caked throughout my golden and white fur. I now knew the origin of my pain, but not the one who had scarred me. Before I could further question this, I heard a breath against my head and looked up, meeting the warm gaze of my mother Luxyrus. I was immediately flooded with a sense of security and love that only a mother’s gaze could ever emit. I was a teenager now, but I wailed as though I was still a small pup.

“Momma, it hurts bad! What’s happened?” I cried, my voice shaky and abnormally high-pitched. She still stared into my own eyes, perhaps scared to glance at my wounds. At my question she simply shook her head briefly, giving no clear answer, though her stance and face gave away her sympathy. As I was still clueless, I prompted her to speak by raising the skin on my forehead. She breathed in deeply.

“You fought a Kronador, and expected to win. Nova, I am ashamed. You know I’d give all of Isket for your safety, and yet you throw it around as if it won’t hurt you!” Her words weren’t the kindest, though that sympathy still seeped through her harsh tongue. Even when she tried to be cross, Momma wasn’t very good at it. Still, my memory rushed back into me and I realized that she was right, and I was embarrassed. I had thrown around my safety by not watching where I was going. I should have been more careful, but if I had gone any further I might have never been able to learn that lesson… I shuddered. I didn’t want to think of what could’ve happened. But why didn’t it? A sudden curiosity flushed through my veins.

“How did I end up back here, then?” I questioned her. Her story had so many holes in it, I didn’t know where to begin my questioning.

“I- I saw you when you were still fighting. I wanted to help you, but I knew I couldn’t fight, so I got Luxyrus.” From the corner of the den, Namine stepped forward. I immediately felt awful. The shy Warrior had immediately become my friend when she watched over me as a pup. She was gentle, sweet, and trusted by nearly everyone, and I had probably caused her an awful lot of worry.

“I’m so sorry, Namine. I-“

“Nova, it’s okay. Just get some rest. I have to go.” Namine gave me a half-smile before quietly slipping out of the den, leaving me no time to respond to her kind but somehow heart-breaking words. I sighed, wishing that I had been able to talk to her, and mentally counted her steps outside by the gentle thuds that echoed around me. Another Warrior took her place at the entrance of the den. It was Mugen, an older Warrior who had always been strangely quiet. I had questioned if he was mute until several months after my birth. Needless to say, he wasn’t much of a talker, so if he had come to chat, it must have been important.

“Haestine wanted to know if you were okay. He’s out hunting. I’ll tell him that you’re fine.” He gave a curt nod and turned around, disappearing into the shadows. Mugen hadn’t said much, but he had left my mind swarming. Why had I not thought about my father, Haestine? Though he wouldn’t show it, he was likely frantic about my condition. What had he heard- that I was hurt? That I was attacked? I tried to block out images of a worried expression and focused on what Mugen had said. He was going to report to Daddy, he’d know that I was okay. I took a deep breath.

Luxyrus loomed over me. She was still attempting to pull off the whole ‘I’m mad at you’ thing, and so I didn’t try to talk to her, knowing that it would only flare angry words on her part. But she wasn’t done with me yet, and she stepped closer to me so that I had to give her my attention.

“Nova…” she relaxed her breathing and slumped a little bit, “feel better.” And with those words, she left.

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★★- ｓｔｏｒｙ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ ｔｗｏ

This story takes place when Nova is an adult, therefore in the rest of this form she will not recall any of this happening. If I were to win Nova, she would remain a pup for quite a while. This story is a glimpse into her future.

Warriors- aside from Luxyrus, Haestine, and briefly Rayo and Soraya- featured in story [all with permission from the owner]:
Namine- owned by .Nova.

“Is she awake yet?” I heard a murmur from above me, soft yet rough, belonging to a female. Immediately I was flushed with concern; I did not recognize the voice, though I had been in Isket many years and knew every Warrior’s tone. Hopefully I would recognize the face that it belonged to. Still, I kept my eyes shut for the moment. The stranger was not so far posing any threat, and I had only just woken up.

“Shut up and get back! You don’t wait for her to wake up, you wake her up!” The voice belonged to a male, obviously short-tempered, another complete stranger. After hearing that he planned to wake me up, I tensed. Should I use the opportunity to rise by myself, and make an escape? Should I wake on my own terms and confront the strangers? Should I let him “wake me up”? I pondered my options for far too long, and before I had time to brace myself, I felt a sheathed paw knock into my cheek.

My eyes flung open and I jumped to my feet, a bit light-headed from waking so suddenly, but generally just plain furious. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” I screamed at the top of my lungs, enraged. I didn’t bother questioning my actions- perhaps aggravating two fully grown strangers was not the best idea, but they completely deserved to be confronted by one terribly angry Warrior. A flash of surprise, and perhaps even shock, crossed the faces of the muscular male and the lean fae. The expression remained plastered on the female, but the male quickly shook it off and stepped forward, turning his gaze into one of hatred. I flashed back to the previous night, where Soraya had allowed me to sleep outside because of the filthiness of my den, which a good friend named Namine had volunteered to tidy up for me. I regretted my decision now.

“You senseless, scrawny thing!”, he yelled furiously back at me, “Tell us where your pack hides away, and spare your own life.” He tensed, and I could tell that he was waiting for me to tell him no. Spare my own life? I became panicky, but I had to keep my cool. Perhaps I should give him the information… But no! That would be disloyal to my pack. Still, if I gave away the secret of the den tunnels, the Warriors inside would be easily able to fend off these strangers, one of which I wasn’t sure would fight anyways.

“They hide in dens and tunnels in the red cliffs over there,” I motioned towards the den tunnels with my head, my heart pounding. Is this what I had to do to keep myself safe from harm? “It’s a very complex system, though. You’ll never be able to navigate it.” I felt a sense of relief, comforting myself in the fact that they wouldn’t even be able to find any Warriors. I relaxed my entire body; I had told them what they wanted to hear, and everyone was safe.

Before I could prepare myself, I was swatted a second time, this time with unsheathed paws. A small trickle of warm blood began flowing from my cheek. I winced helplessly, turning my back to the strangers so that they could not see that I was in pain. The male chuckled evilly behind me.

“Well then you’ll tell us how to navigate it. I will meet you here tomorrow, when the moon is at its highest. You will lead us into these den tunnels, and you will lead us to your leaders. And if you prepare anyone for the attack, we’ll kill you first.” I shuddered. How was I supposed to respond to this? Lead them to Rayo and Soraya? Perhaps I could lead them to… someone else. I shivered. No, I couldn’t use anyone else, I’d give it away. I was a horrible liar. But I felt confident that the Alphas could withstand a single tough male. The male grinned in front of me. “And by the way, we’re not just two.”

In the corners of my eyes I saw several more of these strangers step forward, muscular and brave. In my mind, I screamed. I’d ruined the entire pack. Rayo and Soraya…

They’d be killed.

I ran back to the den tunnels, knowing that the strangers would be turning around, laughing at their easy victory. Tears blurred my vision; I tripped over a rock, but managed to stay on my paws. I dodged tunnel after tunnel until I recognized the one that led to my own den. That was the only place that I wanted to be. I bumped into Namine, who was busily and happily cleaning my den of debris. For a moment she was startled, and then she saw my tears.

“Nova, what’s happened?” she asked, genuinely worried for me. Even though the male had warned me against preparing anyone for battle, which I assumed included speaking of the unpleasant conversation, I felt compelled to tell the gentle Namine. She was one of my better friends, and I knew she would understand. Besides, she’d know if I was lying to her. I fell to the ground which she had left a dazzling orange-red, and sobbed heavier.

“These- these strangers came up to me,” I paused to sniffle, “They looked just like us, but they weren’t. And I was scared and they wanted to know about the den tunnels, so I told them. I thought we’d still be safe, but they told me that if I didn’t lead them through the tunnels, they’d… they’d…” I couldn’t spit out the last two words: kill me. But I think that Namine sensed where my sentence was heading. She looked me in the eye and sighed, troubled but still perfectly composed.

“You need to tell Rayo and Soraya. You can’t keep this from them, Nova. We all have to risk our lives for the pack. Be brave, and I’ll come with you.” She nudged my stomach gently, willing me to stand up. I followed her out of the den, winding our way through the tunnels to find the leaders. Namine was right; even if the strangers had threatened my life, I had to defend my pack. I couldn’t let this happen to them, not any of them.

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Lazy wolf silhouette is (C) me. I do not draw this awfully most of the time, I assure you.

Her helmet is simply a black hood, made of a heavy-duty cloth-like fabric that hopefully won't wear out. Underneath this, though it is never visible, is a titanium helmet to protect her skull. *I may change this so that a helmet is visible underneath the hood, though the hood will remain*

Her chestplate is based off of two things: a bat's wing and a hibiscus. When you look at it, it could be either. I was going for a "sickly sweet" kind of feel, and I think that this represents her nicely. Small pearls are encrusted throughout. Also, there is a huge chunk of white crystal at the top (covering her neck) that has been perfectly rounded and smoothed over the years. It is used to prevent any Kronador from grabbing her in a choke hold, though it also means restricted neck movements. This is why it is strapped on by two dyed leather strips, so that it can be detached at her will. A blue ribbon drapes from the top to the bottom of her chest plate. *the chestplate will be fancied up and tweaked quite a bit, but the idea and base will remain the same*

The lack of shin guards, boots, etc. is due to a large lack of creativity on my part. XD They will be added if I win.

The back plate is a mini version of the chest plate, and needs to be majorly changed. So yes, *the back plate will be changed dramatically*

The back and chest plates are attached to Nova by two more leather strips. In the center of these is more of the cloth-like material, though in a lighter shade. This gives some minimal protection to her stomach. *a real belly plate will be added*

A ribbon attaches the back plate to a small tail piece. *tail piece is likely to be changed*

So yeah, this is the most minimal of concepts, and I would LOVE some help from Haestine, Lon'qu, TWG90, whoever. :3

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To become this obsessed with pixels, one must fall for the character behind the screen. I can imagine that somewhere in the galaxy is a planet that we have not yet discovered, with blue grass and red cliffs. I can imagine that brave and loyal wolf hybrids inhabit it, and I can believe that one of them is Nova. If I stretch my imagination, it seems possible that she could exist. She’s just so… real. She’s the most real character that I’ve ever developed. And even if she doesn’t exist somewhere in our great big galaxy (until we’ve explored it all, I can hold on to that), she exists in my mind. It’s obvious that Nova has her own little corner in my imagination, because creatively she’s all that I think about. I want to write? It turns into a short story about Nova. I want to draw? It’s always of a particular wolf. No matter what I do I can’t seem to shake her out of my head. I love her more than anything, minus my friends and family. To win her would be so… perfect, for lack of a word that even comes close to explaining my feelings about her. But, in a way, winning would simply be allowing to keep her in my mind, because she’s already buried deep in there.

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[Vargulf]

oh your puppies are beautiful Lon'qu whoever gets the one that looks like Luxy is very lucky who knows Dalton just might have to chase after one of these girls lol...so excited for everyone XD