[SquishyFrogg0]

Username:
ilovemcfly

Pup number:
The awesome number 2

Pup's name:
Knox

Personality:
He is a bit of a ‘wild child’ he does what he wants when he wants and doesn’t really listen to his parents. This caused his dad to almost be killed by a chimera, although this out-going and rough personality has made him into a strong character. He has this certain charm to him that will make you want to be his friend or punch him in the face!

Story/History:
Knox’s parents were always good to him but in his opinion, they pampered both him and his sisters way too much, so he started to sneak out of their hunts and watch how prey was killed. He often got caught and sent back to the den with some stern words off his father, he never listened to his warnings of “You could get yourself killed by these things!” because he replied with “come on dad! They are no bigger than you! It’s not gonna hurt me!” then had to walk all the way back to their cave and get laughed by his sisters. One cold spring day when both his dad and mum had gone out to hunt (as their food stock was low after the harsh winter) he decided that he would go hunting too, he asked his sisters to not say a word if either of their parents came back and after the bribe of some meat was given they both agreed. With hardly no food in his belly and a light shower of snow, he set out on his quest to find and kill something, as luck would have it he found some fresh tracks of some creature leading out on to a wide open plain of grass, of course his mother had told both him and his sisters about these tracks, tracks that looked like giant lizards and belonged to the most hideous monsters in all of Isket! All of those storys- no, warnings about them and yet Knox still had to go and investigate. ‘just one little look then ill hunt for real!’ he thought as he took a stalking position and followed the tracks. About two or maybe three minutes later a small but powerful howl was cried out in pure terror as Knox was cornered by the beast, he had found it alright, but instead of him just walking away after he had seen it he had to try and take it down, it never worked. His father heard the yelp and sprinted towards the sound, he saw the giant lizard and tackled it but without his armour he was defenceless against the powerful foe. Knox shuddered in the corner as he saw the two battle, his father would take extra caution as he snapped and bit the lizard, then, would back away to make sure he didn’t get hurt. Eventually he got it in a choke hold and killed it, it’s lifeless body hit the ground with a loud thud as knox slowly edged his way out of the corner, His father yelled “What did me and your mother warn you about!? You could have been killed and then what would I have done!?” He was angry but he couldn’t hold back the unbearable feeling of total relief that his only son wasn’t dead, a tear rolled down his furry cheek. He moved to his son, “Don’t EVER do that again, you hear?” his voice cracked as he bent and hugged his Knox, “Never dad…” Knox said back as he hugged him back.

Armour Design:

Head: wolf skull helmet.
Body: Human arm and hand as neck, back and tail protection, Bone ribs, bronze and copper plated chest armor.
Legs: bronze and copper plated leg bracers
Paws: On the left is a wolf bone claws and on the right a freddy claw.

Artwork:

(Art by me and DreamerDAWolf)

[The Wolfe]

Username:
Wolfe K Ryder

Pup number:
Pup #2, the male

Pup's name:
Two-Tone, or Two for short

Personality:
To sum up Two-Tone in one word: bi-polar. Most of the time, he's nice, clm and gentle, but in battle or at the drop of a hat, he can get real nasty.

Story/History:
Two was born the second pup in the litter and has two sisters. WIP

Armour Design:

Artwork:

[Lirrie]

" Beautiful singer the truth in your eyes is why I love you."





Username:

Lirrie

Pup number:

1


Basic Info


Pup's name: Sonaria (So-nari-a)
Mate: Khem
Age:
Mother: Luxyrus
Father: Haestine


Personality:



Story/History:

When I first came into existence it all was dark. I could feel other beings, my brother and sister squirming against me trying to get to our mothers milk and drink. Though I couldn't her or see them yet i knew there were two other along with me. I could feel our father's pride and our mothers love. That day I knew, I always wanted this feeling to last. I would be the best warrior I could be so it would.

My puppy year was filled with learning experiences. From the day i opened my eyes and learned the this world was bright and loud, to the day I tried to follow dad out the den and was loudly scolded because it was still to dangerous. He apologized after for being so harsh towards me. I knew though he was right, still I wanted to enter the dangerous bright world an face those dangers. I wanted to be a warrior.

It wasn't time yet though, I wasn't yet big enough to wander out of the den. I went back to my brother and sister, who where play fighting and began to wrestle them. "I'ma be the best warrior of all us!" exclaimed my brother. I pounced on him, " Nope I'ma be the best warrior. You'll be second best." I said, though it was cruel.



Armour Design:

Wip


Artwork:

[Mortikat]

BUMP

As of today, you have 3 weeks until the contest is closed for judging!
Please remember to finish your forms and give us something to judge for you.

[Lirrie]

thanks for telling us

[Wlyrout]

3 weeks. I'm smiling and losing my mind all at once.
Thanks for the reminder. *scurries off to work*

[Sparky95]

Ok, great.
Hopefully I get some art of her done soon

[Psixi]

Username:
Psixi

And they will never break our spirit
We will never turn and run
And we will rise, stronger still
When we stand as one!

Pup number:
3

My footsteps may falter; my wit it may fail
My course may be challenged! by November gale,
Ere fortune shall prove to be friend, or be foe
You will always be with me wherever I go

Pup's name:
Nanima Pu'uwai
(The Hawaiian words for 'Beautiful' 'in' 'heart')
Called Nanima, and many simply pronounce her name 'Nimapu'a' (Nee-mah-poo-aye)

Now at the journey's end, We've traveled far
And all we have to show, Are battle scars
But in the love we shared, We will transcend!
And in that love, our journey never ends...

Personality:
Nanima is a kind, though often awkward Woi; she is sometimes at loss around her siblings, hiding among her parents fur for fear of messing up. She is painfully aware of how her coat isn't as pleasing to the eye as her litter-mates'. Nay, I believe I expressed myself wrong. Nanima thinks she is aware of it. It's simply not true; and after all, whether a coat is pretty or not doesn't matter. Nanima's heart is so lovely the way she looks on the outside simply doesn't make a difference.

Nanima fully comes to life when she has no contact with her family members. Not because she doesn't like them or is left out; quite the opposite. When surrounded by family, Nanima is self-conscious and hesitant. But when she is with friends, she becomes quite a different woi. Nanima can be sweet, but she definitely has a dash of spunk, and loves a good riddle. She enjoys weaving stories, as well as pretending. Often cynical, Nanima tartly says whatever she thinks, and has a dark humor most times. But she's tough and loyal, hardy and honest. She has a skill in choosing her words, and loves to make up hymns and tales; one of her very favorite things are words.

This strange mixture of characteristics seems to be an unusual combination; embarrassment and awkwardness, a fierce will to survive and unwavering loyalty, along with a poet's or bard's skill of speech -with a some humor mixed in - is a definitely a mixture I didn't foresee myself trying to describe.

As all warriors, Nanima has her strengths and weaknesses. A strength, of course, is her speaking and ability to rouse up others. Another is an unquenchable will to persevere, to endure and survive. Nanima exhibits a sheer, determinable will and will-power that is behind her unrelenting manner of reaching her goals. Once there is something she feels she must do, Nanima will not stand down. Yet her weakness is, that if she can, she will always give up her duty to her parents. It's hard to explain why, but if she has the possibility to do something herself or have her parents do it, she'll pick the latter. She just doesn't have enough faith in herself in those moments.

Nanima can be darkly sarcastic and cynical, but she is deeply loyal and will never give up if someone's counting on her. She'll do anything for her friends and she has a deep distaste for bullies, whiners and traitors. She immediately sets herself against those kind of warriors, so I suppose she can biased, which clouds her usually fair judgment.

So when you think of me, Do so with pride.
Honor and bravery, Ruled by my side,
And in your memory, I will remain
I will forever be; within the flame...

Story/Histoy:

I envy the poets, the bards and the singers. How I long to be a chronicler, recording the magnificent deeds of warriors, wrapping events in a cocoon of words and weaving a noble net to catch great happenings from the sea of time.

But I am not disappointed by what I am. I may not be a writer, but I am valuable. I am a fighter, a friend. I am honor. I am loyalty. But most of all, I am a Warrior. A Warrior of Isket. And I will not fail.

*|*

The cream-gold she-warrior looked gloomily over the horizon while a silver and green female paced over the small and dusty cliff. Not far, a white, blue and purple male seemed to have finished some sort of calculations and was padding over to the two.

"The air is dusty enough without you kicking up more dirt, you know." he mildly reprimanded the silver and green she-warrior, who gave a huff of annoyance.

"He's right, Javspith." The cream female snorted, her black leopard markings waving as she moved. "The way you're going even Dangur will soon have brown fur. Not that he'd notice." she added.

Dangur woofed in amusement, ignoring the barb. It was the first trace of humor the she-warrior had shown all day, and he was down-right relieved. Javspith, the silver female, was too miffed to notice.

She opened her mouth to snap something at Nanima, but was interrupted by a smooth, scornful and sneery voice.

"Well well. Miss Glamor is burying Little Prince alive, so the brave Scat-Spot interferes. How noble."

The three canines stiffened aggressively, glaring at the brown-red female with fur as slick as her voice and the small bodied, small eyed she-warrior next to her.

"I know for a fact you took that out of someone else's muzzle, Dalinch." Namina's voice was full of loathing, though her tone was flat and almost uncaring. She turned her head back to the landscape beyond the cliff-edge in disgust. "Kronadors understand the meaning of 'noble' better than you do."

Dalinch yelped in a hurt and particularly irritating manner. "How cruel!" She somehow managed to extend the two words into eight syllables or, in her case, whines. "We can't all be such magnificent speakers as you, Nanichi."

The fur on Nanima's neck and back rose and she stiffened. Javspith stepped forward, eyes blazing and lips curled back, radiating hostility. "So stop trying, Dalichi." She growled, full of hatred toward the female.

Dalinch grinned. "Says Javs-Pithy. Maybe I should stop calling you Miss Glamor and call you Miss Piteous."

Dangur stepped forward. He seemed calm, but he was fighting to keep his ears down. "Look, Dalinch." He began, trying to sound reasonable. "There's no use fighting when we've got a bigger enemy to face."

Nanima almost groaned. Reasonableness was not a language known to Dalinch.

Some choose to fall behind, Some choose to lead
Some choose a golden path, Laden with greed
But it’s the noble heart, That makes you strong!
And in that heart, I'm with you all along...

Poetry:
(It can be sung in honor of a male or a female, but since I made it thinking about Nanima, I'll underline the female version.
The very wind is spurning [her/him],
Taunting the eyes that grow so dim,
Viciously mocking, [her/his] failing body,
Crying out an unearthly hymn

You have failed your impossible quest,
What is there left for you?
An ancient relic, primeval, with panic,
Holding on to a time you knew

A single bitter tear [he/she] sheds,
[She/He] has been strong so long!
Painfully breathing, still yet believing,
That soon [she/he] may hear a different song

An evil wind wickedly cackles,
Begins a song to break and bend,
Assailing the fire, of now dying ire,
Knowing that it has reached the end

Sudden shock, the wind it does freeze,
It can not believe it's sight,
Lo!Hark! a still living spark!
Flaming fiercely, defiant enduring light

Unquenchable, -killable, immortal flame,
Of a heart unbending and true,
Loyally fighting, surrender denying,
O defiant soul of derring-do!

I have heard the secrets of the streets,
But I keep them to myself
On display, but here inside my soul
Like a trophy on a shelf

Armour Design:

Nanima's armor is very light and mobile, made mostly from hard glass and precious metals and stones. (To see what I'm talking about, search 'Skyrim Glass armor'. It's basically the same thing, except Nanima's armor has way more glass, and less gold/metal.) Her helmet is also very specific (Will scan a picture of it soon), and the 'antelope' horns on it have a core made from an amazing strong alloy of hard metals, covered by the green, hardened glass and covered by a 'netting' of diamond.

Come writers and critics, who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who, That it's namin'.
For the loser now, Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Artwork:

Many years I've been away from home
I have faced too many battles
Hours here upon the endless road
Have left me bruised and battered

I'm sorry it's not all fancy and all, but I don't really hold with stuff. For some reason when I see that someone really prettied up their form it ticks me off, and so I try not to do it.

[Mortikat]

About 2 Weeks left
Please remember we need full forms for all three pups to judge~ These pups need a loving home~ <3

[Queen Akemi]

Almost done!