[Shark-salad]

Name:
Dromas, means Runner in roman because of his lean body and his father hope for him to be a scout.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
~ Quick learner
~ Fast runner
~ Very good stalker
~ Smart
~ Very talkative
~ Shy around new wolves
Story:
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Art:

What is the name of the woi's enemy?
Kronadors are the warriors enemy. They live on the opposite side to the warriors. Kronadors are large chimeras, being a mix between a horse and a lizard and it takes 3 novice WoIs or1 experienced WoI to take one down.
Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines? it is important to colour your WoI in the offical ref lines is because TWG is looking for a ref of all the WoIs. so everyone can see what the different WoIs look like and also so we can see the WoIs markings right.
what is this contest judged by?
This contest will be 50/50 judged on art and story writing. Other sections will be taken into consideration as well as the main two sections, that must be filled out.

[laces]

Name:

Mercalli


Gender:

Male


Personality:

Quite like a Golden Retriever, Mercalli is a fun-loving, giddy, carefree boy. He loves to fool around with his friends and is often goofing off when he should be following serious orders. Mercalli is very smart, but he chooses to hide this so he will fit in with his friends. Despite his abilities to act stupid, Mercalli is not gullible and cannot be tricked to do anything. He is quick to respond and often regrets things he will blurt out at random. Mercalli would rather be with Rayo and the Subordinate Alfas making battle plans than out with his friends, but his friends are very demanding. He is a follower, but wishes desperately inside to be the leader, the smart, brave one with his ears pricked at the front of a group of warriors headed out to battle. He wishes he could be different and accepted for who he is inside, not the dumb, blundering idiot he pretends to be. Sometimes, inside, Mercalli wishes that someone could see through his disguise and find out that you can be smart and fun.


Story:

*PacificBound's Rohan is used in this story with permission.

Bright green and blue eyes peering from a bush, Mercalli lifted his mismatched ears and let his pink tongue run out of his mouth. He panted in a playful grin as he watched another warrior messing around. He couldn't quite recall her name, but then he remembered the gray and yellow warrior who returned with her armor. Rohan. It was quite a pretty name, Mercalli admitted. She was playing with a few glowing white butterflies who swooped around her, trailing their shimmering dust in her fur and making her green eyes sparkle.

He remembered when he and his friends played a prank on the warriors in their den while they were out in a battle a few days ago. When the battle weary warriors returned, they sunk deep into red mud as they stepped in. Mercalli remembered Rohan's horrified face at the other warriors who accidentally stretched out in it. Rayo didn't think it was too funny when he approached with a stern look on his face, Darzek and Halibell at his sides.

Mercalli's friends thought it was hilarious when he took the blame for the prank, but Mercalli had to go through a week of sleeping outside. He didn't mind it though, he liked sleeping outside where he could watch the stars and think instead of pretending to be an idiot for his friends who weren't really his friends. It was out there when he realized that they take advantage of him. He'll blurt out really smart ideas for pranks that they claim they did themselves... until they got caught. Then it was all "Mercalli did it!" "It was Mercalli's idea!!"

Shaking himself out of the memory, Mercalli accidentally kicked a red rock. "YOUUUCHH!" Flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He leaped out of the bush and lay on the ground, licking at the little flow of blood coming out of his claw bed. Rohan's head snapped up and she snarled. "Oh, it's one of you." Huh. She must have seen him watching her when they pulled the prank. "So you're their little leader. Well you did get in trouble for it." Rohan snickered.

Mercalli shook his head and stood up, shaking red dust and bits of blue grass out of his mottled fur. "They drag me along and blame it all on me." Rohan's mean face changed into a soft, confused look. "But you always take the blame... I don't understand." Mercalli woofed, "If we get caught they thrust the blame on me, but if we don't they flaunt my ideas around and act like they came up with it." Rohan sat down. "Huh. I always thought you were their leader. Well in that case, I'm really sorry you have to sleep outside."

A panting grin grew on Mercalli's face again. "I'm actually glad I don't have to sleep in the den in their dog pile. I'm always on the bottom and it gets really hot." Rohan giggled a little. "That's good I guess. But what I want to know is, if you're so smart why are you acting so stupid with your friends and around the older warriors?" Mercalli started. No one ever noticed he was actually smart. Not even his parents! He was speechless for a second.

"My friends wouldn't be my friends without me acting stupid." Mercalli held his head down and tucked his long tail around his feet. Rohan snorted and scooted closer to him. "They aren't even your friends if they take advantage of you as much as you say they do. They are just others you hold close because you don't have anyone else." Mercalli felt his fur grow hot. A female had never sat so close to him, not even his mother!

Rohan seemed to notice and licked his ear to comfort him. But that set Mercalli on edge even more. "Where do you sleep? You must get lonely. I get tired of a stuffy den too." The gray warrior winked. Mercalli couldn't move his jaw for a few seconds. He stuttered, "At the base of the mountain just under the guards, in the grass." Just then, Mercalli heard Darzek calling in everyone to the mountain, because it was time to sleep. He slunk out of the forest, with Rohan trotting behind him. He found it sort of embarrassing that he was older than her but she was a warrior.

Mercalli wasn't a warrior yet because he gets into so much trouble, Rayo doesn't trust him enough to go out and find his armor. He is always so exposed in a battle with his wooden armor, and he hates it. But he's a great fighter when it comes down to it. Just when Rayo is watching, he always messes up and does stupid things like trip on rocks.

This is very unfortunate, Mercalli shook his head. He could hear Rohan's foot falls behind him and sped up a little. He could hear her advancing, so he picked up his pace more. Laughing, he raced Rohan back to the mountain. The wind blew his brown and tan fur, and he stuck his tongue out and let it fly with him. He figured he looked really silly, so he closed his mouth.

Rohan caught up with him and tried to catch her breath. She looked over right before he closed his mouth, and just laughed out into the wind. Mercalli opened his stide as far as it could go and went even faster. They were closing in on the mountain, only about fifty yards to go. They bounded up closer and closer, and Mercalli felt his fur blowing around. He knew if he kept talking to Rohan, his friends would surely ditch him and go after her. Mercalli stopped as soon as he saw his friends and started walking, panting heavily.

Surprised, Rohan turned around and stopped. She circled back to him, but Mercalli was too quick for her. He jumped away and ran off to the right. He glanced back enough to see her confused and sad look before she entered the entrance to the tunnels. "I'm sorry," Mercalli lowered his head and whispered to the wind. Then he walked to where he was sleeping for the punishment.
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Later That Night

Mercalli lay on his back, staring up at the stars and feeling incredibly stupid for his actions. His friends would definitely leave him in the dust and go after Rohan. Then she'd hate him because he brought it on her. The air grew colder, and Mercalli found himself wishing the pretty gray warrior was at his side. He knew it was wrong, but he felt himself growing feelings for her. The brown teen knew that she would only think of him as a friend who was incredibly stupid.

She probably hates me anyway, for what I did today. I'm such an idiot! Why did I do that?! Mercalli felt incredibly dumb and knew she wasn't coming tonight. And he seriously thought she would... before hours went by. Mercalli felt a deep pressure on his chest, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He always felt this at night, but because he was being crushed in a big pile. This time it was different. His heart ached and he felt really lonely. A scuffle of paws on rocks reached him, and he sat upright, ready to run if it was a Kronador or something that could hurt him.

He saw bright yellow and tan on gray against the rust rocks, and felt a weight lift off of him. He wagged his tail slightly and grinned with his tongue out in his special way. Rohan jumped past the sleeping guards and landed gracefully in the azure grass next to him. "No one would fall asleep, sorry." Mercalli just dipped his head. He felt awkward, but Rohan flopped down next to him in the grass. He slowly, tentatively, lay down and set his head on his front legs.

After a while in the still silence, Rohan woofed quietly, "I can see why you like it out here. The stars are much more beautiful when you have someone to share them with." Mercalli felt a curious warmth grow in his stomach. He pressed his side in her fur and answered in a whisper, "You're right." They watched the stars for a while, and Mercalli felt his eyes droop. Rohan had fallen asleep on his front legs and he hadn't noticed. He lay his head down on her soft neck fur, and fell asleep.
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Mercalli woke up with a jerk. Rohan was still in the same position, but somehow his long tail had intertwined with her short, curly one. His fur grew hot, and Rohan opened her emerald eyes. She lifted her head and opened her jaws in a huge yawn. Mercalli stared untangled himself from her and stretched. It was still pretty early, and Rohan looked sleepy still. Mercalli awkwardly lay down again, and she lay her head down on his back.

Mercalli closed his eyes again, and drifted off.

A loud snicker rung out from the opening of the tunnel. "Awwwwwwwww, look! Mercalli has grown up and now he has a wittle girlyfriend!" Mercalli jerked his head up, and narrowed his eyes into slits. It was his "friends''. He leapt up, snarling. Rohan got up groggily, and she snarled at the sight of them. Mercalli stepped forward and bared his teeth. "You leave us alone." His friends cackled. "You enjoying your 'punishment'?" One spit out. Another approached Rohan and got close to her. "Maybe I should get in trouble, too!"

Rohan snarled and snapped at his legs. Mercalli jumped over and pushed him away from her. "You will be in trouble if you do that again!" He glared down at the cowering brute. The rest of the group rushed out to defend their fallen friend, but Mercalli wasn't going to hurt him. They threw themselves at him, but Mercalli was prepared for this. They did this to him all of the time, but he always acted weak, like he couldn't fight them. But all along, he could.

And this time, he did.

They were powerless. Mercalli was just playing with them, he wasn't even fighting back or hurting them. They eventually got bored, and ran away with their tails between their legs.
Mercalli had finally shown them he was smarter and made a real friend.
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Art:


By Me


By Me


By Me


By Me


What is the name of the WoI's enemy?

The Chimerial Kronador.


Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?

Yes, so there are no unknown WoIs. It's a visual ref to find all of them, though you don't have to be the one who colors it.


What is this contest judged by?

this and all contests are judged mainly on story and art 50/50 but other sections are taken into consideration as well nothing is left out.

Done <3

[SukarettoYanagi]

Name:
Jermaine
Gender:
female
Personality:
~Witty~
~quick learner~
~battle smart~
~outgoing~
~spunky~
~tom-boy~
Story:
The scorched ground bernt my raw paw pads and made me really thirsty.
I wish atleast a clous would cover the sun. I thought, finally reaching the blue-green grass.
"Well, at least the grass is cooler." thought out loud, when suddenly, "ploop" a rain drop fell on my nose.
"Rain?," I looked up, to see nothing but the blue sky and scorching sun, "But there's not a cloud in the sky? Must be one of those cloudless rains." she said, shrugging it off and coing on my way. It started to pour, and that's whne the couds showed up, thick and black.
"Ugh, it's raining and I'm far from my den, just my luck." I grummbled, spotting a delisiously plump rabbit. I dashed after it, ignoring the rain, "At least this rabbit will make up for me being out in this stuff." I growled, gaining. The rabbit ducking into a bush, just as I reached for.
"Dang it!" I howled, "I'll just have to look for it," I barked, sticking my snout into the bush. I backed out, ears flat, tail tucked. I couldn't believe it! I was nose to nose with a huge kronador! I yowled in fear and turned away, running for my life.
I heard it's heavy steps behind me, so I tried to gain speed, but I was worn out from chasing the rabbit. It suddenly stopped chasing me. I kept running, up a mountain path, untill I was finally too tired to go any further. Turns out, I'd ran right to my cave, so I flopped down panting, but alive ad happy.
Art:
Hello
When I'm Gone
What is the name of the woi's enemy?
kronador
Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
yes, it's inportant to have your WoI on the official lines so as not to cause a confusion, but it's not important that YOU (the WoI owner) color it in.
what is this contest judged by?
50/50 art and story but other things will be taking into consideration / effort and completion

[Junsui]

Neara, could we use Halibell and Darzek in our stories? c:

[Neara]

color codes and new questions added to the first page

[chargay]

color codes and new questions added to the first page

dam i just coloured a pic and i gest the codes and the spots ar not dark enough Xp then you post the codes D: oh well XP

[Junsui]

color codes and new questions added to the first page

Thanks so much Neara, I appreciate it. ^^

[wildly-unaware]

Name:
Well after alot of consideration I have decided on..
Calivar
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Calivar can be strong and brave but also a little shy. HE loves his nature and world around him.
Wip~
Story:
Wip~
Art:
Wip~
What is the name of the woi's enemy?
Chimerial Kronadors,A mix between horse and reptile
Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
Yes to let other users know that the WoI exists and not a figure of your imagination.And to make sure they know what he/she looks like.

what is this contest judged by?
50/50 by art and the rest of the points for the rest of your judging forum.

[Moonskye]

Name:

Bruno(means armor, brown, and shining)

Gender:

Male

History:

Bruno's history is short, since his life hasn't been long. Bruno grew up in a well known family full of strong, hardy WoI's. He was born extremely small, and was the runt of his litter. Because his vocal cords hadn't had enough time to grow, Bruno started talking very late in his young life. Although unable to formulate words, Bruno was naturally inquisitive, and eager to learn new information, without talking. He was picked on by some of his tougher littermates when he was still nursing, but never let their words hurt him. (All the other pups were just jealous because he was their father's favorite.)

Personality:

Bruno is is very ambitious, and cannot wait till he gets his shiny armor. He is envious whenever another apprentice becomes one of the pack and gains his/her armor. He dislikes his wooden armor, because it blends in with his fur coat. Even though his father is a respected pack member,he is pushed around by other WoI teens because he's smaller. The runt of his litter, he was always picked on... but he is growing faster then even the shaman predicted he would. He is promising to be a great soldier like his father. He is smart, and cunning, like a fox, and funny. He isn't afraid to speak out, which has gotten him into plenty of trouble. He loves feel the wind rush past his face and he loves the water, so he spends his free time jumping off the top of the smaller waterfalls and diving into the clear pools below. Now that he's an adolescent, he is slightly rebellious, but obeys his father's every command anyway. He is very friendly in general.

Story:

Speak: I’ll call the father Angus… The mom can be Hattie.
A young Bruno gazed up at his father. A giant compared to the small pup, he towered over the younger WoI. Angus stared back at his pup with pride in his eyes. Bruno was the only son that had been produced from Angus and Hattie’s latest litter. Although he had been a runt, and had trouble getting fed enough in the beginning of his life, the muscles that had already started to grow on the pup proved that he was going to be as strong as his father and most likely as big as him too. Even when the shaman had doubts about Bruno’s survival, he pulled though and showed everyone his determination to live.
Now Bruno was old enough to follow his father around, and was already showing an inquisitive and daring nature. Perfect for a scout, was all Angus thought when his son poked his head into new situations confidently. The only problem was that Bruno had never spoken. Angus wasn’t sure if it was because of his size at birth, or some other health issue, but as the age when WoI’s began talking came and went in the boy, he began to worry. Angus always encouraged his son to talk to the other children or soldiers, but all Bruno would do was wag his tail and smile. Days passed, and Angus would be right next to Bruno, urging him to speak, but he never would. At the end of one day, when the moon was full, Angus and Bruno walked outside and stood staring up at the heavens. Suddenly, Angus picked up a quiet, new voice, asking him a question:
“Daddy, will I grow up to be like you?” the voice asked softly.
Angus whipped his head towards his son. “You spoke,” he exclaimed gleefully. Then he regained an air of seriousness and began. “Bruno. Do you see those stars?”
Bruno nodded his head.
“Those stars are like you and I,” he said.
“How, Dad?” Bruno replied, confused.
“Each one is different. All are shining brightly in the sky, but with their own special glow. You are one of these stars, and so am I,” Angus replied. “We’re all different in our own special way.”
“So I won’t be like you?” Bruno asked.
“No, son, you will be you,” was Angus’s only reply.

Armor:
It was dark, a darker night than Bruno had ever encountered before. “The spirits are against me,” he muttered as a cold wind blew past him, making him shudder involuntarily. Although slightly uneasy, Bruno couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline and excitement in his veins. How could he not? He was going to earn his armor today! Although he had worked with wooden practice armor, it just didn’t feel the same as the shining armor in his dreams felt. He could imagine running into a cold mountain cave, a hoard of Kronadors, and the shining armor that was meant to be…
“Bruno!” his name was hissed. As Bruno awoke from his daydream, he could see his father motioning for him to walk up to one of the elder WoI’s to learn which direction he would head in search of his armor. One old brute pointed towards a distant mountain where he was to go. He sighed. This challenge was going to take a while. Almost five hours had passed by the time Bruno reached the foothills that were said to lead to his own special cave where his armor would be found. Since it was nighttime, and Bruno knew better than to stick his nose into possible trouble without the aid of a little light, so he dug a small ditch and curled himself up into it, and waited for daybreak.
When dawn finally came, Bruno got up and stretched the kinks out of his back. He then moved silently toward the entrance which led into a seemingly endless black hole in the ground. Bruno shook himself to ward off all his worry, and stepped confidently into the cave. As he continued down the pathway, he noticed a glow coming from somewhere farther inside. Being the endlessly curious spirit he was, he trotted closer to the light. As he turned a corner in the cave, he spotted the most beautiful armor lying on a flat stone, as if calling him. The only problem was as he had expected, a kronador was lying around the stone, and had itself coiled around the armor, too! Bruno wouldn’t give up, though. He slowly crept closer, waiting for a chance to make a grab at the armor. Thankfully, the kronador was young and easier for a younger WoI with no armor to tackle if necessary. Bruno was willing to take the chance. He crept up on the kronador, careful not to step on any noise-making object in his path. He then slowly grabbed the leather strap of one of the armor links. He slowly pulled it over the kronador, careful not to touch the beast, and was about to turn around when he heard a frightening growl. He looked over his shoulder and saw a green, reptilian eye staring back at him. Making sure he made no sudden movements, Bruno slowly backed up towards the mouth of the cave. As soon as he got out, he ran to shelter and put his armor on. No smarter move could have been made by Bruno then, because as he ran away from the cave with the sleepy baby kronador in it, he noticed other dark shapes drifting about the mountains. It hadn’t been just one kronador, but a whole colony of the beasts. If he had been attacked, the only thing that might have saved him would have been his armor. When he finally felt safe, Bruno lifted his head up high and trotted proudly back to camp to share his amazing armor story.

Water was one of Bruno’s favorite things. Aside from his parents and friends, water was the best. . He felt at home in water, and was perfectly content lazily swimming around for hours. He also loved jumping off the top of small waterfalls and rocky outcroppings into deeper pools, loving the feel of bubbles against his skin. Many of his friends joked he was part- fish, and he laughed along with them.
He loved water.

Art: All art and line art is mine except for the armor concept line art which is TWG90's

Jump

Father and Son

Ref

Really rough armor design using TWG90's lineart

What is the name of the woi's enemy?

Chimerial Kronadors!

Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?

No. The official ref lines can only be accessed by the official artists. You aren't allowed to use the official line art when creating art if you are entering a contest to get a WoI, you must draw it yourself. You cannot just make yourself a WoI, though. They are TWG90's breed and no one else! don't steal!

what is this contest judged by?

This contest is judged on story and art, 50/50

[randomzness]

GRAAAA THIS GUY IS SHO PURDDYYYYY <3 i may have to try out for him, i dont need any more charries though, but but... OH THE INDECISIVENESS