PLEASE READ: Unfortunately, I dropped my laptop the other day and it fell apart. It is completely dead- meaning that I am hugely restricted at the moment as far as internet access. It also means that I no longer have any access to digital art programs. I hope to get a new computer soon. Thank you for understanding.
Username: newsie
Pup number: 3
Pup's name: Lamiaceae, but that's a bit of a mouthful. You can call her whatever you want (she has too many nicknames to list, but responds to all of them).
When I searched her eye color, Lavender, this came up:
Lavandula (common name Lavender) is a genus of 39 species of flowering plants in the mint family, Lamiaceae.
I thought that Lamiaceae would make a beautiful name.
Personality: Quiet, curious, playful, adventurous, bright
Short Story/Histoy: [
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I pawed at my own tail as my sisters chased a feather- likely fallen off from some Warrior's armor- around the den. I had been playing with them until I became bored of the endless game.
"C'mon, let's go outside and play. I'm bored!" I moaned. One of my sisters turned to me and shrugged.
"You know we're not allowed to go outside without Inari or Lorcan." she stated plainly, and I sighed. I began inching towards the entrance of the den, hoping that my siblings would be too busy with their game to notice me slipping out. Just as I made my escape into the tunnels, one of them called out behind me:
"You better get back in here before you get in trouble!". For a moment I froze, but I quickly realized that they hadn't got me just yet.
"I can see Inari right outside. I'll be back soon!" I lied, hoping that I sounded believable. Quickly their silence turned to playful yelps as they continued chasing their feather, and I took the opportunity to slip out.
I stood out in the open, glad of the fresh air. I stretched out under the sun, but just as I was beginning to relax I heard a series of vicious yowls in the distance. The Warrior's battle cry. My heart stopped and I suddenly felt vulnerable out in the open. As much as I tried to move, to flee back into the den, I couldn't. I was paralyzed with fear. The growls and screams grew nearer and nearer as my heart pounded in my ears. Then, around the corner, I saw it: a Kronador ten times my size, and likely twenty times more powerful. As it swiped and lunged at its opponent, I whimpered in fear. Hearing my pitiful noise, it spun around, finally catching my eye. As it began staggering towards me I finally found my feet and scrambled back through the tunnels and into the den, where my sisters were huddled together, petrified after hearing the battle raging on.
And that was the day that I first truly understood the fear that a Kronador can inspire, and the courage it takes to face one knowing that you may very well die. It was the day that I knew I was destined to fight them, and to hopefully rid Isket of the hideous creatures forever.
Armour Design: Armor by MeThis is a very rough concept. It's nothing too fancy, just some simple plates. I'd like some help making it more protective in the chest and with leg guards.
Artwork: Headshot by MeAdd-On #1- Lamiaceae's View on Life "They always tell you to leave an impact on the world, to cause change and make a difference. But no matter what you do, you will leave some sort of impact on
someone, so I think that's kind of silly. Just go out and live your life- and have the courage to live it the way that you want to. Be the person who you want to be. Standing out of the crowd? Who cares? You don't need anyone else's approval to do what you want to do. Me? I just want to become a Warrior, and battle the Kronadors alongside my sisters!"
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