[Aima]

Name:

Story:

Questions:

What is a WoI? Warrior of Iskert; a wolf with armor that lives in the land of Iskert.

What are the colors of Isket? Blue-Green, White and Red ("blueish grass white rivers, redisch mountains" quoted from WOI main thread)

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? Wooden armor until they are adults

Art:

[Rain Cloud]

.:Name:.
.Red Rose.
( Thought it was a cute name C: )

.:Nicknames:.
Red.
Rose.
Petal.
Rosie.
♥

.:Age:.
1 1/2 years

.:Gender:.
♀ .Female. ♀



.:Why Did I Chose This Name For Her:.

I chose the name Red Rose for her, because her main coat is red with dark red & white designs in her fur. Also the white designs is like the stars in the galaxy.

The red/dark red of her fur is like the red-ish mountains in Isket.
The white markings, is the colors of the stars & the butterbirds, in her fur near her tail; ♥
Rosie, will be her in combat with a Kronador, one day, ALONE.

The personality doesn't have to match her, but the design to her name is what makes it Unique.
She may be a teen, but as time goes on, she will soon be a strong and fierce Warrior of her own pack & family.

.:Why Do I Want Her:.

I've always wanted a WOI (Warrior Of Isket) since they were created by the beautiful TWG90.
I never knew they were open till I saw possibly the second litter open ready for adoption,
Then I just litterally started seeing them everywhere. Which persuade me to finally try and get one for myself.

I had so many oppertunities before this and well. I messed up and always got wrong or never got any art done.
Once, I laid my eyes on this wolf; I just couldn`t say no to her. I really want this wolf, but if I don't, I'll just die<|3.
But I will most likely be happy for whoever wins her. She is a very gorgerous warrior wolf.

She's a teen wolf, which makes the rarities of winning her is most hardest to find and to own one. She's very lovely, including her unique design she has on her body. Her long tail makes her even more beautiful than she already is. Everyone who owns a WOI already, is a unique, intelligent, and unique owner themselves. It's hard these days to own one of these beautiful creations.

I do not want them due to popularity or because they're 'rated high'.. I just want to own, love, and care for.
I would love to one day to own my very own warrior. C:

Everyone is using a different type of personality for her, so I'll just use the personality given for her^^'

.:Theme Song:.
.W.I.P.

.Personality.

Brave;

Strong;

Boyish;



.:Short Story:.

* ~ As My Life Begins As A Warrior ~ *

As I stand here, strong & bold, on the hill before Isket; The wind tries its best to take me down, but I am way stronger than it. I raise my head to the night sky, watching the little critters fly around me as I howl my sarrow story about my busy and hectic life. I love to howl the story of my life, every night, the stars come out over the horizon of my beautiful home, I live in today. I was turchered all my life by my siblings, father, and so-on. Well, Today, I stand as a Warrior Of Isket! I am proud of myself being.. I took so much loss and hurtings to get here today. I am a young warrior, but I will soon enough be a touch elder warrior myself. If anyone asks why I am always so quiet, it's because of my past.. But I left that behind to get here. I love who I am, who I've become, and who I've grown to be part of. I be more than gladly to tell you my life, that I grew up in..

Pup History:

Today, was the day my mother finally had me. I was still too young to realize anything was wrong with me or even thought that there was something wrong. All I knew is that my mother was a brave, beautiful, and most bold warrior wolf, I knew. My father was the same, except he pushed us extremely hard.. And never really praised me to do better, when I messed up or anything; All he did was yell at me. I grew up with name calling, but I just ignored those hurtful names. I was the odd-ball in my family since I was the only blue pup in the litter. From there, you could already tell, I was the one getting picked on everyday. Anyways, as life went on, we started learning how to defend ourselves against enemies, known as, Kronadors. I never knew what they were because mother never told us what they were or even why we had to protect ourselves from the known monster. We had objectives to finish and adventures to begin. As always I was the one to get pounced and snuck-up on. But as I got bigger and more bolder, I started to become more rigid toward my family, except my mother, since she understood how I felt through all this that kept going on.

As weeks passed, I am now 6 weeks old, and I learned how to bite, slash, doge, and tackle. They come in handy, if you ask me. I used them on my siblings, whenever they got me ferious. I never got along with my siblings ever, since all they did was hurt me, and throw me in the dirt and laugh. From all this teasing & horrible name calling; I became an introvert. Yeah, I got upset & cried due to them, but I still held my head up high in the sky and never let it get to me like it used to.

"Red Rose!" mother called out my name, since she was going on a hunting spree and I was the lucky one to always be chosen for it, too. "Coming, mother!" I called back, while running toward her. I had my wooden armour on, from there, I knew it training time, which I enjoyed most. We would train alone most of time, just me & mother, but father was being stubborn so I got stuck training with my brothers & sisters. I was jealous since I was the one too lag the most in his training excersises, but I wasn't the one to play around, either. Mother was proud of me for that, but the lagging father wasn't too happy at all. I fell over many times, but I was alert just incase my siblings wanted to attack me from behind or surprise attack me from the side. They joke around too much when they're training, but I don't. They depend on each other for help, I'm more independent so I depend on myself, which I am more proud of. For my siblings, not so much.

Months has passed and I am almost a teenager, I am inches away from the height of being known as one, and I can't wait. I am now independent, Bold, Noble, Original, Responsible and Adaptable to my enviroment. About three of my siblings went away to hunt with father, so I am left with two siblings, that stood with me & mother. Out of the two that stood, I was the youngest, but I was biggest. "Not so tough now, huh?" I teased them both, knowing they would say something back. "Be nice, Rose." mother said back, I never knew mother would say that to me, since they were the mean ones at first. "Fine." I signed twitching my ear hearing something in the forest behind me. Mother flinched and stood-up to attack, she told us go into the den, but I didn't listen. Of course, I was the most one to refuse a pack leaders quest or reject an order when I sense terrior coming in my direction.. And that time was NOW.

Me & mother stood alert listening to the forest, waiting for whatever to come out and fight us. I barked, "Come out, coward!" I bravely said even though my legs were shaking and my teeth chattered loudly. My tail was between my legs, showing I was afraid, but I didn't care. I smelled the air and it smelled very disgusting and different, which made me more frightened than I already was. I whimpered, seeing a big hairy tail in a bush then move away slowly against the ground. Mother stood gaurd infront of me, saying go back into the den, but I was too rebellious to listen to her. The monster roared loudly, I flinched barking back at it. Mother charged at the monster, shouting "Kronador!" from there, I knew what the beast looked like and it entered my home also known as my terriotory. I went into attack position, forgetting all my fears and charging at the Kronador making it fall to the ground. Mother got frightened but she knew from my tackle, I was gonna win this fight. It's tail slapped me hard against my side and cried in pain not able to get back-up, but I did and charged back at the beast biting it and making it bleed from it's ear and eye. "I will fight to my death! So you better give-up!" I shouted as I fought it tensely even though I was being an idiot, 'cause I was bleeding from my side as well. The monster flew me off him and fled, but I was knock out since I hit my head on a tree along with my blood side.

Teenager History:

I am now a full-grown teenage wolf, living on a land being raised by my mother, but soon.. She has to leave to go back to her pack. I now understand the role of being a warrior wolf but not fully, though. Mother gave me the rules and still trains me. I do remember all the rudeness and rejects I did to her orders, but I did soon..get them done for her. I was soon out of my wooden armour, but I was still lagging from all the practice and experience. I was getting tired and knew I would never make a good warrior wolf like my parents. I wouldn't get hopes up for anything, but this was one of them and I was surely getting upset about it. "Mother.." I called to her. She didn't answer, so I went into the den to find her. She wasn't there, but my two siblings that stood behind were crying. That gave me a scare so I went out to scearch for her. "Mother!" I screamed out. Hearing and smelling the same exact smell I did when I was a pup. I fled trying to stay away from the Kronador, but it caught up to me before I could even say 'No'. It was only little me and this gaint beast known as a Kronador before me. I was shivering but I remembered I defeated it long time ago alone with mother watching me. I dropped my fear, kept my head high, and snarled feriously at the beast hoping it would give in sooner or later without me fighting. The beast roared and I was alone deep into the forest, this fight I knew I was going to lose since I didn't have wooden armour on.. I was basically plan in sight. I stood there waiting for it to move, still thinking of mother of where she was and why were my siblings crying. I backed up seeing the Kronador step forward toward me. I barked making it flinch, but it roared at me, stomping his hoof in front of me inches from me. I was almost killed like a bug, but I moved out of the way before he could even touch me. I looked to the right and saw a bigger wolf than my mother in titanium armour growling louder than I could ever growl at the beast.

The wolf jumped in front of me, telling me to step back and hind. I did so. "Be careful!" I screamed out to the strange wolf, knowing it knew what it was doing since it had its own type of armour. Mother's armour was nothing like it, so it amazed me and left me breathless. I watched as the wolf attacked the Kronador and it fell over since the wolf had spikes. The teeth of the warrior was extremely tough since the beast screamed out in pain. I laughed teasingly knowing that must've hurt him. The beast was about flee away but the warrior took a strike and killed the beast. I came out of the bush hiding, since he told me to hide. I came up close to him and bowed my head in respect knowing I wouldn't get anything out of it, but his height compared to mine was nothing seen like before. He lowered his head to my height, and I was nervous and shy to talk to him.. I wanted to ask him where he came from and how he knew I needed help.. but I kept quiet. All he said was "You will soon be a warrior of isket." then disappeared out of my sight. I barked in excitement knowing what he said meant something to me. I ran back to the camp ground hopping mother had returned so I could tell her what had happened and what I saw, but she was crying herself. From there, I knew something was about to change forever.

I was now a year old and everything that happened, changed my life, and I hated it. I never liked changes nor did I like loss. The news my mother told me, broke me into peices as I grown to believe it really happened. "My brothers died.." I said slightly to myself as I sat on a hill before this beautiful open blue ocean. The ocean breeze blew against my face and through my fur, which relaxed me slowly. My tears burned the left side of my cheek due to the scar that a Kronador gave me when I was a little pup. I remembered that day like it was yesterday.. Except my brothers were still alive. I never accepted change in my life and this was one them. I hate feeling this way, but becoming a warrior like the one I saw a year ago meant more to me than change. I was't gonna let that stop me neither. All I can say is, they were mean to me, never there for me, but they will always be with me to help me find my way through to becoming a proud warrior one day.

I am a teenager of my pack. I am the youngest, but the boldest out of the three sisters I live with today. I don't like them, either, but mother left me incharge due to her leaving back to Isket. She gave me a note, "Never let anything stop you from what you are doing. Even if I am not here, be bold, strong, and intellegent to move forward. You will soon be like me & your father." I still kept that saying indended in my mind never letting that go. I am close to 2-years-old.. And most likely. I will be a warrior no matter what it takes.

Adult History(WOI):

I am now a full-grown 2 year-old wolf. I kept everything I learned with me from both my parents and the strange wolf I never met in my entire life 3 years ago. Things I never thought I would learn, I learned from him. I was proud I never gave up in life.. I'm not that type of person to speak either, but in my mind, yes. I wagged my tail freely as I stood on a mountain before Isket. I looked down and saw red mountains, blue grass, and other wolves just like me in armour. I howled a story of excitement; I listened in as my pack members joined in with my howl. I jumped down from the hill to the ground to rubbed my head up against my lovely mate to my pups who next to become a WOI themselves one day like I. I remember all the memories, the abuise, and the name calling. I got way farther than my siblings did. My two sisters are now somewhere in this world, that I have no clue, but I, myself is a proud memeber of Isket.

I really don't have much a history for adult hood, but I do remember me training still and becoming much better. I remember hunting down a Kronador alone and killing it as another one appeared. I was thrown all over in the combat between us but nothing was gonna stop me from fighting and finding peace in the camp I used to live in. I have many injuries and my armour can you a story itself, if it had any words to say. My eyes can tell a whole story without me speaking, but I would rather tell you myself. A strong, bold, original WOI. If you did what I did when I was just a young white ball of fur.. You, yourself, will become a strong WOI like we all did. Let nothing stop you from thinking positive, or doing something you really wanna achieve as. The strange wolf that saved me long time ago is now my proud pack leader. My father, I have no clue of where he is. And my mother, I stand beside this very day. We are both very bold and strong. Intellegent and stupid as times due to the dicisions we make together, but being yourself is what is needed to more original then being something we don't want. You may have fears, but there are wolves here that don't have good hearing or sight seeing. We have scars and wounds that tell a story of a deadly fight or life. We have our own fears or frights, I already told you mine. So as changes come our way, it may seem hard; but remember, you always have your friends and other WOI like myself.. Who could help you through many various things in life as one can say.

.:Quotes:.

When it comes down to training I do not play,
So quit the fooling around.

I am blue, dark-blue, & white..
In this world of colors.

My armour that I wear today, will be titanium in the future.

Life is a big laughing matter to me.
I will not be taken down in one shot, neither will you.
My brother & sisters made me weak, but I became strong, after everything.
I WILL be a Warrior like my mother before me!

.:What is a WoI?:.

A WoI, is a Warrior of Isket, which fights for peace for their land from Kronadors.
They are a cross breed of wolves, that has long ears, short ears, curled tails, or long tails.
They wear armour to protect them during practice or even fighting in a group to defeat a Kronador.

.:What are the colors of Isket?:.

Plants,
White Rivers,
Blue-ish Grass,
Red-ish Mountains,
More Night Then Sunny days.
No Spring or Fall.

.:What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?:.

Teens get wooden armour, which is for training only. They get exact armour plates that the regular wolves get.
The armour plates are in every single place just like the adult armour, exact it's wooden nothing is titanium or steal for them.



.:Art:.
.W.I.P.

[Transmute]

Name: Luxa
Story: Coming Soon!
What is a WoI?
What are the colors of Isket?
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Art:

[not here sorry!]

Sorry if this form is very long. I just love Kanti,and want her so badly. This is what happens when I just treasure something a lot. Also,if anyone copies this,I will be furious. I don't care if its just the name,a sentence,or anything else. I worked very hard on this form,and don't want someone to ruin my hard work for this beautiful WoI.
By the way,if someone copies this form and the judges mistaken me for theft,I didn't do it. I would never copy anyone. People need to be original nowadays.


Name:
Kanti.
Kanti is a Native American Algonquin name meaning ‘sings’. I chose this name because it seems to fit this lovely WoI,and it seems to fit her personality in the story. You'll see why and how this lovely name fits her. Also,my buddy,Paint,thinks this is a beautiful name for a beautiful WoI,too,and its not too girly and not too boy-ish at the same time.
Personality:
Kanti is a young teenie known for her personality. It is quite unusual,but interesting,to most warriors of Isket. Here are some well-known traits that many wolves know about her:
Boyish
Kanti is a tom-boy. She is,apparently, different from most females,and is often taunted because of this. However,she is proud for this and enjoys hanging out with other males. Most wolves mistake her for a boy because of her looks and personality,and she always laughs and corrects them. Kanti is not offended by their stunned reactions,and is rather amused by them. She likes getting filthy,chattering with others non-stop,playing and frolicking about the blue grass,and much more. She never concerns about her appearence,despite the fact she is seemingly beautiful no matter what.
Strong
Kanti is very muscular,bulky,and strong. She is born for fighting,and destined to be a powerful warrior. This vigourous,young wolf enjoys attacking Kronadors,and never pays attention to what these monsters could do to her. She knows that she is hard to defeat,so she ignores the fact that she could perish in a difficult battle,just like her father.
Brave
Kanti is barely ever horrified or shocked by a scary sight or surprise. She is couragous and full of bravery. She can face many things that can terrify any warrior. Her courage is well known among Rayo's pack,and the young apprentice always tries to prove her fearlessness.
Curious
Kanti is very curious. One little noise sounding from far away in the red mountains or a mysterious flash in the blue grass attracts her entire attention. This often leads to adventure,because she's determined to figure mysteries out.
Adventurous and Troublesome
Kanti is adventurous and mischevous. She doesn't mind being scolded by other older warriors,and rather much enjoys it. She always loves action,and a day,or even a minute,without it makes her feel inattentive and unamused. If she has nothing to do,she irritates and annoys fellow apprentices and puts on a playful,sly smile when they react. Kanti always tries to find the perfect time to sneak out the boring den to get that amazing chance for adventure. This,though,can often lead to issues,and Kanti never knows it.
Determined
Nothing can stop this young apprentice on achieving what she wants. You will most likely fail trying to do so. Kanti is determined to do what she wants,when she wants. She keeps trying if she doesn't succeed on what she wants to do,and never gives up.
A Beautiful Singer
Kanti is suprisingly a beautiful 'singer'. Her lovely howls are memorable and breath-taking,and is pleasant to listen to. This amazing apprentice's voice is admirable and even bewitching.

Story:
My past is pretty harsh. Despite a happy,optimistic smile on my face everyday in training,my heart aches for certain times in the past. I never knew my father that much. He died in a battle with a strong,bold Kronador. Mother says-I mean...said,that I looked so much like him. All I know is that he was a brave wolf who died an honorable,daring Warrior of Isket.
A certain point in the past changed everything. I still remember every detail of it. This event changed me and my life. It made me mourn every single day in my life. It made me alone,without no one to love. No one to rant to,no one to boast and brag to.
All I can say is...enjoy my unpleasant story.

Wake up

"Kanti! Wake up!" a stern voice shouted.
I felt a hard shove on my shoulder. Groaning,I shook out my red,fuzzy fur and rolled onto my other side.
"Kanti!"
"What?" I growled,opening my drowsy amber eyes. I found myself staring up at my 3 pesky sisters,who returned an impatient gaze right at me. As the largest pup in the litter,I felt anger flashing in my sparkling yellow eyes as I stared at my smaller sisters. "You sleepy head," one of them,whose name was Ailen,replied. Pausing to lick a slender paw,she continued,"We have to get up early,remember? For the training?" Salali,a sister,nodded,and added,"Why do you give us girls a bad name? We're not lazy...unlike YOU!" I narrowed my blazing eyes at her and shouted,"Well,I was in the middle of a great dream! And now its ruined,just like that. If only you didn't shove me,then the dream would've continued on." Another sibling,Sayen,rolled her glorious blue eyes at me and said in an annoyed tone,"About you chasing and fighting a Kronador,huh? Its pretty obvious." Tilting my head,I asked curiously,"How'd you know?"

The First Day of Training

"Oh,I'm so excited!" I smiled gleefully,prancing across the long,blue grass. Fresh scents filled my nose as I sniffed the cold air. Scrambling at my mothers' heals,I observed the tall mountains with a beautiful shade of red. It amazed me to see that it was the same color as my pelt! There was so much beauty in Isket. Wagging my curled tail,I bounded ahead of mother and said,"I'm leader of the warriors! Follow me,pack!" Mother chuckled and licked my cheek. "Mom!" I groaned,ruffling up my fluffy fur. "Why did you lick me? You know that I don't like it." She laughed softly,her lovely blue eyes fixed onto mine. "You have the spirit of your father," she murmured. When we reached the to the training field,mother gave us each a nuzzle. I think I was the only one who was wriggling and feeling totured!
"Welcome our new trainees,Ailen,Salali,Sayen,and Kanti," our teacher announced,eyes sparkling at us and the other wolves in training. My sisters nodded politely at her,while I uncontrollably blurted out,"Hi! I'm very happy to finally be a trainee! Ugh,it was so boring in the den. No action or anything. I would've died of boredom,and-" I was interrupted by an irritated Ailen,who jabbed me with a paw. Salali glared at me,her angry eyes saying 'Shut up. You're embarrassing us.' Rolling my eyes,I faced the other soon-to-be warriors and trotted next to a few male trainees. Ailen,Salali,and Sayen stuck close together,however,and were with the other girls.
"Are you a boy?" a male asked,his bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I thought our teacher said there were 4 sisters." I grinned,chuckling in amusement. "I'm a female," I replied,flicking my curly tail. "But that's okay. I'm not offended-"
"Kanti!" our teacher barked,boring his gleaming eyes into mine. "Listen to me,this is important!"
"Sorry!" I said,smiling sheepishly. "I didn't mean to talk. My mother said that I'm like my father,and he was talkative,too,and also-"
The mentor narrowed his angry eyes at me,as if they said 'I'm waiting for you to be quiet.'
"Sorry," I echoed again,returning a sharp gaze right back at him.
The rest of the day went on with no activity at all. It felt like being miserable in the boring den,being cooped in all day,even though there were many tunnels inside that amused me most of the time. The teacher was jibbering on and on about how dangerous Kronadors were. 'Pft,' I thought,rolling my luminous yellow eyes. 'I can beat those filthy monsters in a minute. I don't need any lecture about those stupid,rotten beasts!'
The next day was different. We finally learned REAL things; otherwise known as battle-moves. We learned and practiced many helpful techniques of how to defeat Kronadors.
Week after week,we kept getting better. I was no longer a trainee-I was a strong,courageous apprentice. Soon,I knew that the moves we practiced would be needed in a very important battle that would risk many's lives.

So Much Like Him

"Kanti," Mother beamed warmly,flicking her long,fluffy tail to me.
I strolled towards her,then settled beside the elegant warrior. "What's up?" I asked,my yellow-amber eyes sparkling with intrest. Suddenly,Mother's eyes softened and murmured,"So much like your father..." I nuzzled her with a saddened gaze and asked,"What was Father like?" Mother sighed,"His bright eyes were yellow. Like yours. They always sparkled with joy whenever I peered into them." I nodded for her to continue. She gulped and then proceeded,"His fur color was the most amazing red. Oh,I'll never stop adoring that great coat of his." I stared at my fur in awe,amazed that I was the only pup in the litter that had inheritted Father's fur coat. "Your father was so brave. Never afraid of anything. He loved fighting the chimeras,and was never terrified by the thought of being killed or seriously injured," she continued. Licking her sympathetically,I felt pity for Mother as she let out a deep,shaky breath. "What was his name?" I whispered softly.
Mother stared into my eyes for a rather long moment,as if Father's name was an important secret she could never tell. Finally,she murmured,
"Kiril."
From that day on,my father's name danced around my head,making sure I would never forget it.

Curiosity

It was an ordinary day when it all changed.
"Kanti,you're doing such a great job on training," our mentor smiled,wagging his long,fluffy tail. I smiled with pride at the compliment,puffing out my fur. "Thank you," I replied back. The truth was,I really liked training. Well,not like...love. Yes,I loved training. Learning how to shred those ugly Kronadors faces was enjoyable to do.
The short day carried on quickly,and soon the dark night cloaked the afternoon sky. My sisters and I were play-fighting,and I was close to winning the battle until Mother called us.
"Come on,girls," Mother grinned,flicking her curled tail towards us. "We have to go to sleep."
Nodding,Ailen,Salali,and Sayen followed the beautiful,elegant warrior with me frolicking behind them. The silver,radient moon hung in the middle the black,star-filled sky. Glowing regal butterflies fluttered around us,illuminating the beautiful,peaceful night. Yawning,I settled down close to my sibling and mother for a goodnight sleep.
Then,it happened.
Thud,thud,thud.
The faint noise of footsteps sounded. My dark-colored ears pricked up immediately,and I raised my head to see what it was.
Thud,thud,thud.
There it was again! I tried to force myself to go back to sleep,but my curiosity got the best of me. Uncontrollably,I silently stepped over my mother's paws and dashed outside the quiet camp. My beating heart pounded against my chest as I hoped that no other warrior would spot me sneaking out. My white,swift paws racing towards the eerie thudding.

Kronador

I sprinted towards the wierd noise,ignoring the aching in my exhausted muscles. I was going to find out what was that sound,and nothing and no one could stop me! The thudding noise stopped immediately,making me screech to a stop.
A humungous figure towered over me,its large shadow covering me with its darkness. Looking up,my red fur bristled as I noticed what I was facing:
A Kronador.
Its long,light-colored mane cascaded down its back and shoulders. Frighteningly sharp horns pierced through its light,stained with dried,crimson blood. Dark green scales covered its entire body,and its furious neon green eyes glared at me. Long teeth and claws glimmering in the pale moonlight,they sank deep into the soft blue grass. The outraged beast let out a loud,bitter roar,iritated on finding a little,troublesome apprentice on its side of Isket.
The apprentice was me.

Battle

I felt a fierce growl rumble deep in my throat,and my curled tail thrashed in anger. It snarled viciously,raising its head and making itself look much bigger than before. Though its hideous looks were terrifying,I didn't show I was frightened. My fangs glistened as I snapped at it,and I found my eyes narrowed.
I felt foolish for doing this. I didn't have my wooden armor with me,so I had no way of defense. This creature was much more enourmous than me,who was just a tiny wolf who was out of her mind! Plus,I wasn't all grown up-I was a teenie. Why was I facing a grown-up monster,who had claws and teeth as sharp as thorns and clever skills in fighting? I had no idea. I was crazy.
I let out an infuriated outcry,and lept onto its shoulder. Thrusting my razor-sharp fangs into it,I stared up at it with a hateful scowl. The irate enemy yelped in suprise,and shook me off,outraged that I would do such a thing.
Landing on the soft,azure grass,I shook my head furiously to fight my confused,dizzy feeling. Though I felt light-headed and dazzled,I was unharmed,which was important. Growling,I slowly got onto my tired paws and was prepared for its next move.
The Kronador was now provoked and exasperated at me. In extreme rage,it stood up on its tall hind legs and slashed my back. I collapsed onto the ground,scarlet red oozing out of my fur. Whimpering in pain,my only thoughts were,'Am I going to die? Am I going to die?' For the first time in my entire life,I felt afraid and not so brave anymore. Was I going to perish the same death my father faced?
The Kronador seemed to smile wickedly at me,until the clattering of armor and white fur burst out of nowhere.
Mother and my sisters!

Death

"Dear sister,are you okay?" Ailen whined,nudging me with a shaky paw. She trembled at the chilling sight of my blood,as if it were a million chimeras ready to kill us. She tried her best to stop it with her shuddering paws. Sayen and mother were slashing the irksome Kronador,but not succeeding on killing it. Salali just gaped at the horrific scene,trembling violently. The sudden shriek of wooden armor made me wince and pin my pointed ears agaist my head.
A petrifying scream pierced through the misty air,and sparkling red liquid splattered all over Ailen's bright white pelt. Glancing over at the fearful fight,she ran over to it. I tilted my head to try to see what was happening,while my wound kept on gushing blood. Straining to here what Ailen said,I managed to hear her pain-filled voice,"Salali is dead."
All I could do was lay there on the floor,shocked. My sister passed away. Eyes pricking with tears,I shut my eyes tightly.
The storm of yelps erupted,a few sounds of slicing claws sounded,and wails filled the air.
Silence.
I strugled to heave myself up,and found 3 apprentices and 1 warrior laying on the ground. My jaw dropped as the Kronador stood in the middle,full of scars and sparkling blood trickling down its long legs. Fury bubbled inside my stomach,and I suddenly ignored the pain from my injury. Gathering all my strength,I let out a long,angry howl,and used all my effort to pounce on that wretched beast. I sliced it with my sharpened nails and bit it with snapping jaws.
Because of my mother and sister,it was easy to defeat. It collapsed onto the ground,now deceased. Glancing at my hurting wound,it stopped bleeding as magic surrounded it. Looking up,I saw Igino,the pack healer,along with other warriors and a rather large male. The massive warrior had bold markings and a handsome blue mane. His soft green eyes gazed into mine with a saddened expression. It was Rayo,the leader of all Warrior of Iskets.

Grieving

Rayo lowered his head to me,and murmered,"I'm sorry for the death of your loving,brave family. This will affect us all,including you." I nodded,fighting back tears. This death was all because of me and my stupid,uncontrollable curiosity. I trudged to the limp bodies of my family,then laid down next to them. Burrying my head into their bright-colored fur,I broke down into tears. It was the first time I had ever cried.
I laid there,my head resting on their cold bodies. The pack seemed concerned about me,because I just closed my eyes and kept close to the lifeless carcasses. Mourning their death,I murmered,"Its all because of me. I'm so sorry." I nuzzled them,and whispered,"I'm sorry I led to this. I'm sorry." I repeated these sad words as I grieved.
I just wished everything would be okay. I hoped that all this was a horrible nightmare,but I smacked myself with a paw to make sure I was awake. I was.

Beautiful Voice

Finally,after two days of just sitting there,almost as weak and spiritless as my late family,I sat up. I gazed with the most sad emotion at Mother and my siblings.
In the beautiful sunset,which was the part of the day my Mother and sisters loved,they were buried. I squeezed my eyes tight,swearing and scolding at myself for all this. I regret going out of the den and sneaking out. Oh,why had I been such a witless,stupid fool?
In the middle of the night,I climbed up the red-tinted mountains up to my den. I circled around inside it. It seemed so...empty and cold. Finally laying down on the ground,I closed my eyes. Trying to get to sleep,I turned to either sides to get comfortable. Failing to do so,I shrieked out in frustration.
Walking outside drowsily,I locked my eyes onto the bright stars. Five of them were shimmering brightly-supposedly it was Mother,Father,and my little,girly sisters? For the first time in many days,I smiled up at them and howled. My song drifted up onto the night,arousing many sleeping wolves to wake up and listen. It was long and as smooth as the beautiful white streams of Isket. I found myself enjoying this.

Now,I could sleep. I had sang to the spirits of my affectionate family. Now I could smile everyday and be that happy,brave tomboy apprentice everyone knows I am. Though I will never forget that very faithful day on when I losed my close loved ones,I am now stonger than ever and continue on singing about my emotions.
Again,I hope you enjoyed my past. For now,I train to be a strong,loyal Warrior of Isket who is unique in every way,just like the many fellow apprentices today.
Why do you want this WoI:
There are many,many reasons why I want this WoI.
First of all,I had always wanted a WoI as soon as I saw the first art of this wonderful species. It was not because of the popularity,it was because of the unique qualities of these wolves. I tried to win desperately for a WoI,but apparently,I don't still don't have a warrior to love. Everyday,I stare at the WoI page,read every word,and wonder if I would get a WoI someday.
I know that I have a chance with Kanti,and that if I work on this form extremely hard,I might get her.
Second,this teenie is amazing. She is just so adorable and admirable-and that's why I'm applying for her. Her personality is creative,and inspires me to write. She fit me the best out of all the rest of the WoI teenies,though they’re all wonderful. It was not too hard to choose who to be apply for,because I noticed that Kanti was the one that actually interested me. It felt like love at first sight as soon as I clicked on her. I paid absolute no attention to the rarity; I was staring at Kanti instead of TWG's post and was practically screaming because of her. Yeah,true story. My parents were staring at me like I was crazy. Also,I stay up late to edit things around for her,but I don't care. I just love Kanti so much. If I lose,I'll be a bit sad because I'm attached to her,but its fair because you are the judges. ^^
If,only IF I get Kanti,I will love you and her forever. If I find time,I'll always draw pictures for her. I promise never to ignore her,and I will just jump in the WoI RP as quickly as a can.
And,of course,give her lots of love. <3
What is a WoI?
A WoI is an unusually large wolf that fights for peace of Isket,a beautiful land they live in. Pups train to be a strong,skilled warrior to defeat their fierce rivals,the Kronadors. They wear armor which always includes a chest and back plate. These wolves can have long,normal,or short ears with a long,fluffy,normal,or curled tail.
What are the colors of Isket?
Isket is a beautiful land,but they are known for their unusual colors,too. The grass is a blue-green shade of color,their mountains have a small tint of red,and the water of Isket is a lovely white.
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
WoI teenies get wooden armor,otherwise known as 'training armor'.
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[SukarettoYanagi]

Name:Ammie
Story:
*squish*My paw sank into the mud, This is horrible, and just my luck to be on my own too. I thought to myself. The breeze began to pick up, I sighed and stared down into a pool of murky, grey\brown water. I stared hard and long, think about what to do. Nothing. So I continued on my way.
"I am so glad to be out of that muck!" I barked, the forest's trees towering above me, the pine needles, soft on my padds. I lifted my head and took a huge wiff of the forest air and let it out with a long sigh. The sun's just comeing up., I smiled.

After about a three moon treck through many forest, I was tired, "I need to get something to drink." I thought out loud, though I was sure no one heard me. As soon as the thought cleared my mind, a familier sent tickled my nose. An ominouse feeling rose in my chest.
Hello dear sister., the words came to me through the breeze.
"So, you've comeback for me to kill you a second time, this time for good?" I smerked.
Oh sister, you were the one who was supposed to die all thoughs years ago, now I have come back to do what was not done.
"Fate is a tricky thing isn't it. You plane one thing, fate, another." I snered, knowing I was going to anger her with that, "You have no place here now Lorie. Go on and pass in peace, you have been long forgotten by us, leave."
Not untill your dead., I was then knocked to the ground, winded.
I pushed back, but was knocked unconsiouse.

When I woke, I was alive, but not in the best condition, my sister, though dead, really did a number on me. I looked around, the place I was at was not at all where I was to begin with, "I'm dead, aren't I?" as spoked into the mist. A figure appeared in the mist, then stepped forward.
"Mother!" i gasped.
"Hello Ammie, Lorie held on to a grudg and taste of revenge. She killed, but not without dire concequences. But now its not your timw Ammie, go back to the waking world, live the rest of your days with the pack." she whispered, her warm, comforting sent, writhing around me.

When I awoke, this time in the waking world, I realized I was in a den, full of herbs. I then knew this was the pack my mother ment, so I did not hesitate to try and fit in.
What is a WoI?wolf cross breed \ warrior of isket \ fight for peace of land of isket against kronadors
What are the colors of Isket?blueish(grass) white(rivers) redish(mountains)
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? wooden, training armor
Art:
<------ this is my 3rd fave
<---- this one's my fave
<------ this is her armor(re-vamped)(also, is not her training armor. but this is just the outline of her true armor. her training armor is in the same design(shape))
<---- sorry, made a sort of vent w\ her
<------- this one is my 2nd fave

[Guest]

( not up for adoption until the contest of Woi ends)

Cute female woi-teenie.

Strong,brave and boyish

Rarity: very Rare

A big thanks to Neara for the idea with watermark( I love it)

WoI (c) TheWolfsgirl90

Do not steal!

Creative Armor! ( For later) and win

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[b]Aka:[/b]
[b]"who are you little pup?" "lost?" "come with us":[/b]
[b]A warrior of isket who fights to find peace against the kronadors[/b]
[b]sry I don't know what u mean by this --'[/b]
[b]I don't get this either sorry[/b]
[b]Art:is this is what you want the armor to look like then silver chest plate with a blue outline and in the center of the chest plate a goldish circle.the back plate can have the same properties and it can extend to the tip of the tail having two loops that wrap around the tail so it will stay on, the helmet will havve a strip giong op from the nose and up between the eyes when it reaches the top of the head it can go down to the top of the bottom jaw and curve forward a tiny bit on the other side of the strip going down to the bottom jaw a longer straighter bit that tapers to a piont at the end. the colors will be all silver with a blue outline around it all and blue stripe going from the nose to the top of the head also little goldish jewels at the end of the taperd point [/b]

( armor art)


And check out the Woi thread BEFORE you use an FORM! ( link in my signature)

Thanks so much!

[.wild.fire.]

must try :3
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[clarabow]

Name: Fallon.
Meaning: The meaning of the name "Fallon" is superiority. I thought that it suited this beautiful WoI, because the general name is simple and sweet, such as the wolf's design. I've always really liked the name, actually. The meaning of the name which is the main reason I chose this name for this wolf also describes her personality in one word. I imagine her to be a very proud, confident WoI and so "Fallon" seemed to be the perfect candidate.

Personality:
Strong: Fallon is generally stronger than most females, and she's proud to say it. She is a very good fighter in battle, but she only uses her powerful strength when it's needed most, like when she needs to protect her family. Not only is Fallon physically strong, but she has a very headstrong, stubborn nature. She likes to do things her way, and her way only. This fact can be bad, and good at the same time. Her bold ways can get her into trouble sometimes when she refuses to listen to others, and yet it makes her a born leader.
Brave: Fallon is a very fearless young wolf. When she's curious, or suspicious about something, she is never afraid to do some exploring. In fact, adventure is her favorite thing. If she were to ever meet a Kronador, or any dangerous creature really, she is most likely to attack it as opposed to doing the more sensible thing like leaving it alone and running away. Her brave, adventurous personality can also be bad and still good. Trying to be brave and going straight for the attack instead of thinking about the situation first can get her into trouble, and yet her courageous heart makes her perhaps one of the bravest young wolves you'd ever meet.
Boyish: Fallon is a tomboy. Not one bit concerned about her looks, she would love nothing more than to jump into the biggest mud puddle she could find. She doesn't let her appearance get in the way of anything she wants to do. Also, while other young females tend to be quiet, she is far from it. She loves adventure, and exploring, and isn't very cautious about the things she does which often gets her into trouble. It's hard to prevent this young female from trouble, even with all the restrictions in the world. Fallon is often mistaken for being a male, but she doesn't mind, because if all is safe and all is well, than this girl has got not a care in the land of Isket.
Analytical: This young wolf is always full of questions. She is very inquisitive, and won't stop until she knows the answer. This trait of hers make her, as disobedient as she can be, a very smart wolf. She generally loves the idea of knowledge, and hopes to grow to be a very wise wolf, even though the process of learning - if it involves sitting still, and patience - can be a little boring. Her curiosity makes her a brilliant young wolf, and this is a very good thing, but while other young wolves may prefer to be taught new things, Fallon much prefers to make discoveries on her own, and without any help at all, though when help is truly needed, she knows it. Her curiosity, her need to analyze anything and everything that doesn't make sense from the start, is a very good thing in the sense that she is a very smart and skilled wolf, as well as it is this nature that can get her into a lot of trouble.
Adventurous: Fallon loves adventure. She can't stand to sit around when there's a mystery to be solved, and often those times when she manages to poke her head into places she shouldn't be, is when she gets into trouble. She loves exploring and learning about new things, and she's always willing to check out new places, even when she doesn't know where it leads, or how dangerous it is. Her love of making new discoveries, especially when she's the first to do it, is something no one can every take from her - even when she gets grounded for leaving the den without permission, her daring heart will never change.
Spirited: Fallon has spirit. Aside from the times she is told what to do, or has been restricted from doing something she loves, she is generally upbeat and positive. Even when the going gets tough, she always does her best to brighten up her day and to remember the good things in life. She loves adventure, and exploring the unknown, and is very ecstatic about learning new things such as new strategies in battle. Even when she comes across as a brash young fae, she tries to be cheerful and merry to all in all ways possible.

Story:
I remember the innocence of being a young, helpless pup... well, innocence doesn't exactly apply to me specificly, I mean innocence as in you never feel responsible for anything. Whenever danger was near, whenever someone was hurt, you never needed to feel like it was because of you or that you could've done something to prevent it or to help. At least that's what I believe. Perhaps it's because my life as a mischievous little furball never had anything to worry about. The only thing I remember needing to worry about was whether my parents would realize I wandered away from the den.
I may be wrong, other pups may of had had to face something, to come to grips with something even more terrible than I can imagine. I'm just speaking from my perspective. You see, my life isn't perfect. I did have a loving family, protection, food, everything a young wolf would ask for. But I do have pain in my heart, and it has lay there since that one day that I remember so clearly, my heart burns whenever I think of it. This day happened long after I had grown to be a wolf who did have responsibility, and the strength and knowledge to prevent something disastrous from happening. And that's what I mean when I talk about the innocence of being a pup. I miss it, I wish my life could reverse back to those happy days. Maybe had this painful circumstance happened when I was a pup, it would've been a little easier to take in because I would've known I couldn't of done anything to stop it from happening anyway. Well, if you still don't understand, maybe a little bit of my history will help you...

A Little Fun Couldn't Hurt
I could see the rays of the sun through my closed eyes, a faint glow that told me it was time to get up. I slowly opened my eyes, still a little tired. I could see the light shining through the opening of the den, and even though it was quite dim, it was still a beautiful sight. Here in my home of Isket, we don't get a lot of sunlight, so we all treasure the time during the day when even the faintest of light brightens up the sky while, as my mother and father always tells me, "the stars are sleeping."

I glance around to find that my mother and my little sister were still sound asleep, and there were a few large and deep paw prints in the dirt near the entrance of the den, which I knew were from my father who had went out hunting to bring us back some breakfast. So, for now I was on my own, and that was just the way I liked it. I love adventure, though sometimes my mother and father get awful disappointed at me for wandering off on my own. I think I can take care of myself, and it frustrates me a little bit that my parents are always so worried about me. No matter how safe I am, they are always trying to protect me. I know it's only because they don't want anything to happen to me, but sometimes I just want to explore on my own, find something new and do something I will always remember.

Anyways, I knew I had my chance to do a little exploring without my family in the way, and with a quick glance at my mother I quickly ran to the entrance, trying not to make much sound. That's one thing about my mother, she sure knows when I'm up to something, so I always have to do my best to stay under cover. I padded through the soft blue grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back. Once I was sure I was far enough for them not to hear me, I let out a happy bark.

I curiously looked around at all the other wolves that were already awake and going about with their own duties, hunting, taking care of their families, tending to their armor or getting ready to go on their journey to find their armor. I had always heard stories that when I get older, it will be my turn to go on a journey to find my own armor, and it has always brought butterbirds to my stomach. Just the thought of it made me so excited and happy, even though that spectacular adventure was very far from now.

A large shadow turning the blue grass infront of me to a murky black awoke me up from my day dream with a startle, and right then I knew what who it was coming from. I slowly turned around to find my father staring back down at me with serious eyes. He was standing tall and I knew from the look of it that I was in trouble. I tucked my tail in between my legs and quickly looked down, knowing that as much as I wanted to just run away and be free, now wasn't the time to be talking back or defying his orders. My ears fell and I let out a quiet sigh.

"Fallon, how many times do I have to tell you not to wander off on your own." I heard my father say in a serious tone, yet gentle, and that gentleness in his voice made me feel terrible inside for once again not listening to his commands. "You could of had been killed, you don't know what creatures are out there." He said again. By "creatures" I knew he meant Kronadors, a very scary creature that even though I had not yet seen, I could picture as the most terrifying monster of Isket. I've overheard my family talking about them coming to our settlement many times, and that few lives were lost. I get the feeling that until I start my training, I won't be told anything about this dangerous creature. My parents probably don't think I can handle hearing about these Kronadors, that it might stick horrifying images in my head. Honestly, they're probably right. But I still don't like not being told about these things. It took me another moment before I realized my father was waiting for an answer. "I... I'm sorry, father. I... I just wanted to..." I ran out of words. I could see him shake his head. He turned around and started walking in the direction of home. "Follow me, we're going home. Your mother's worried sick about you, and so was I. I never want you out of our sight again." He paused. "If anything happened to you Fallon, I don't know what I'd do." He said in a softer voice. He looked back at me with his big brown eyes, and I looked down. "Please forgive me father, I just wanted to have some fun." I said meekly. He took a step back and gently pressed his muzzle against my side. Without so much as a word, he continued walking, and I just as silently followed him back to our den. My mother was waiting outside with my sister behind her, and padded up to me when she saw us coming.

"Oh, Fallon. Please don't ever do this to your father and I again, alright? I was so worried." She touched noses with me, and gently nudged me into the den. "Come on, let's get you something to eat." I followed her inside after a last glance at my father who had went off to hunt for himself, and sat down infront the rabbits my father had caught for us to eat. "I'm really sorry, mother, about running off on my own." I sighed, and got right to eating my tasty torn rabbit. "I accept your apology, Fallon, and I know you just want a little adventure. I was like you too, you know." she said softly. "But you don't know the dangers of this world. And we need to protect you until you learn how to fend for yourself." she added. I nodded and licked my lips, and headed off outside the den again to get some light. My brothers and sisters were play fighting, but looked up at me when I walked out.

"Where were you, Fall?" Said my little sister, Isla, rubbing her head against mine. "I was just out getting some fresh air." I lied. "Oh, well I'm just happy you're back." Grinned Isla. I showed a faint smile and padded off to my bed, just wanting a little time for myself. I sighed and tucked my paws under my head, wrapping my fluffy tail around me. I really wish I could just have the freedom to do whatever I want, I thought. I really wish there were no boundaries. Little did I know I would be greatful in the future that my family cared enough to protect me from "the dangers of this world."

Different Than the Rest
“Pinned ya, Isles,” I exclaimed with a triumphant grin. “You can’t beat me, sis, I am way too strong for you.” I chuckled, and ruffled the fur between her ears like I had since the day she was born. I am older than her – sure, by less than a year, but I’m still generally more mature than her. At least I think I am, and she’s also shorter than me by a paw print. Anyways, I know I am a lot stronger than her, but she insists that age difference is the reason why. I don’t think so though, I just got good bones. I flash my pearly whites at her, and then she pulls away from my outstretched front leg with a quiet scowl; probably so mom wouldn’t hear. “You were just lucky that time. I’m not stronger than you because I’m younger, and you are not strong, you’re just older. Stop being such a show off.” She said in her high-pitched voice. I rolled my eyes. “I told you this wasn’t a competition, it was just a game anyways, so-“ “Alright, alright, sis, I’ll stop.” I said in my most sisterly voice. “But I’m still stronger than you.” I added with a happy bark. Isla let out a little, playful growl, obviously quite annoyed which was exactly how I wanted her to feel. Though her throat rumbled, and she crouched so that her eyes were glaring back up at me, her lips were curled into a friendly, sisterly grin.

Then I raised my nose to the sweet, bitter but amazingly awesome smell of fresh meat. My father had come back with our lunch. I twitched my nose, trying to figure out what my father had caught for us, but I couldn’t tell. I barked at my sis to come with me, and so we padded with our muzzles in the air to the entrance of the den, where we found my father dragging a long, deer’s leg that left a thick red trail of blood. My sister didn’t always like the smell of blood, it was the meat that was so delicious, but I personally thought that familiar smell of blood was pleasing. Of course, the pups my age find that really weird, and that’s why my best friend is my sister; she’s the only one who really accepts me for who I am, and doesn’t get all disgusted and whiny whenever I make what others think of as a creepy comment. I quickened my pace when I saw my father. “Daddy, you got lunch!” I barked happily. He nodded. “Fresh deer leg for my little girls. This one was awful stubborn, but I had to bring her home for you two. I knew it’s your favourite, Fallon.” Said my father in his deep, fatherly voice. I grinned widely, and tore apart the piece I liked best, leaving the rest for my father to divide by the rest of the family. I wanted to eat in the sunlight of the day, for it had been of very nice weather so far and a bright sun is very rare in the land of Isket, so I enjoy what we have. I planted myself in a very soft patch of blue grass that was near the entrance of our den, and buried my face into the warm meat. It was a thick piece of flesh I had here, so my whole muzzle had managed to disappear into the soft meat. Suddenly, as I had whipped my head up to swallow the chunk of flesh, I heard the high moans and groans of pups I assumed were my age who were obviously really disturbed by something. I turned my head to see three pups, three young females who I thought were sisters, with their little paws over their eyes and their tails in the air. Talk about prissy, I thought. I rolled my eyes.

"What're you acting so squeamish about?" I mumbled through a mouthful of juicy meat. They stared back at me like I was some kind of alien. One of them had been laughing and snorting and pointing at me like I was a clown, the other had laid down on the ground with her eyes closed looking sick as ever, and the last one had acted like the world was going to end. When I finally caught their attention after all that irritating rambling, they peered at me with their beady little eyes. The one who had been laughing so hard stepped forward and rolled her eyes at me. "No one eats like that, you twerp. You have blood soaked into your whole face. Your pig impressions have made my sister sick, here." she said, nodding to the one who had been moaning on the ground. "Well, what do you want me to do, starve? It's food, isn't it?" I shouted back, angrily. This wasn't the first time I dealt with whiny pups like these. "Why don't you freaks ever see how annoying it is when you complain about anything and everything you see?" I snapped, fighting back tears in my eyes. I wasn't a rude pup, but these pups were pushing me over the edge. No one calls me a twerp. All of a sudden, so unexpected it was kind of creepy, the whiny one who hadn't yet said anything thrust her head back and started to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. I think my face twisted at that one, these pups were really getting on my nerves. I stood up, my meat unfinished, and let out a low growl. The fur on the back of my neck stood up as I glared at them. The one who had called me a twerp, growled back at me. "We're the freaks here? Why don't you look at yourself. No one likes you, around here, you know." she spat back, and with a gruff "c'mon" she and the others and padded away with their heads in the air.

Now that they were gone, I looked back at my sliver of meat. I slowly pushed it away, having lost my appetite. Was I really so different, such a freak, as they suggested? Was it true that there really were no pups out there who would accept me for who I was? I hung my head, and a teardrop slid onto my paw. When I wiped my face, I realized that I really was completely covered in blood, at least my face was; and with an embarrassed wince, when I couldn't define the familar bittersweet smell, I realized that it wasn't blood that had dampened my face - I had been crying the whole time. Not knowing what else to do, I was that hurt and broken, I lifted my head and released a quiet, but sad howl. Even though I couldn't yet howl as loud and long as my parents, it was still one of the best ways to express my feelings. I watched the butterbirds flutter across the sky, and sighed. I wish I could be one of them, so I could fly far away from here, if it was true that no one in the land of Isket really liked me. But then I thought of my family, the only ones I know who really do love me for me, and I realized that maybe I should just be grateful that there are ones who care for me out there, even if "ones" doesn't refer to any friends. At all. With a shaky sigh, and a last glance at the half-eaten sliver of meat, I decided I should just go home. My tail, which was almost always curled high over my back, was now dragging along the soft blue grass as I trudged back home.

Keep Your Eyes Closed
"Come on to bed, my little one." I heard my mother's musical voice call to me. Isla, the obedient of my parent's pups, was already at my mother's side, lying down with her beady eyes looking at me. "Mother, I told you not to call me that." I moaned from where I was sitting, near the opening of the den. "There's no one here to listen, Fallon, and I'm your mother." she said. I recognized the stress in her voice when she called me by my name. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I'm coming." I mumbled. "Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady." scolded my mother, in a firm but gentle tone. Even though she was far at the back of the den, she seemed to just know I had rolled my eyes. She knew me too well, I thought. I heard Isla let out an innocent giggle.

I slumped forward and planted myself a paw print away from my mother. I dropped my head onto my front paws and swished my tail boredly. I wanted to watch as the first star rises into the sky as night settled, but my mother has a rule that we all be in bed by a certain time. I sighed quietly. My mother leaned forward and licked me between my ears. Even though I wanted to, I didn't tell her to get rid of the motherly instinct. She probably knew I'd prefer to not be given a bath at night anyway. I looked through the corner of my eye at Isla, who was already sleeping. "Close your eyes, Fallon. It's time to get some sleep." murmured my mother. I remembered that she had told me before that my bright amber eyes always glow at night, so of course she could see me peeking around, even with my eyes open at a sliver. I reluctantly shut my eyes, and as I did so I could hear her finally rest her head.

All of a sudden however, her head shot right back up. I had heard too that my father, who had been out hunting, was barking furiously at something - and he was nearby. I gasped and perked my ears to the sound. I didn't know why he was so angry, but I guess I was about to find out, because my father had just appeared at the mouth of the cave. He called to my mother. "There's one of those filthy beasts coming our way. It was terribly angry that I had gotten to a deer before it, and started chasing after me. I tried to lead him off my scent, but I can hear that he's close. Come, we need to fight it off. I will not let him get to our pups." I overheard my father say. He was speaking quick, and kept looking back outside. I could see his eyes, my eyes, bright and frantic. I felt panicked and afraid. He must've been talking about a Kronador. I whined.

My mother, quickly and silently, rose from her spot and with one more lick for my sister and I, bolted out the den. I watched as the two of their silhouettes vanished. I felt afraid, and I worried about my parents. They were very good warriors, I knew that, but I couldn't help but remember everything I had heard about Kronadors. I shivered violently. But I knew I'd be too chicken to not check out what was happening, so I hesitantly stood up. I carefully tiptoed over to a place I could easily hide, and yet see everything that was going on. I peeked over the side through the large opening of the cave, and what I saw was so terrifying, I immediately decided I was to keep my eyes closed. I huddled to the side, and lay down, curling my tail around me. Even though I couldn't see, I could hear every roar, every cry, even the scars of my parent's sharp claws. I knew I should've just stayed with my sister to make sure she didn't wake up, but now I had felt too scared to even stand up.

I opened my eyes a little and watched as the dark silhouettes of my parents and the large Kronador they were fighting fought against the deep violet sky. I kept bringing my paw back to my eyes, terrified. I knew I shouldn't be, but the what I had heard about the Kronadors kept whirling in my head. I quickly decided that I had seen enough, and bolted over to my sister. I lay down, and shut my eyes again, waiting for my parents to return. All of a sudden, I heard the loud, piercing, blood curdling roar as the beast was finished off. I winced. So that was what a Kronador was. A viscious beast. I was suddenly glad I hadn't been told about them just yet.

I shut my eyes when I heard my parents come walking tiredly back to the back of the den. I wanted to hear what they would say. But, as they came breathing heavily even though they were only our for what seemed like a few minutes, they had simply lay down and dozed off without a word. I guess I wouldn't find out exactly what happened, but then again, I had already seen enough. With a horrible memory stuck in my head that I hoped would soon fade, I too, had fallen asleep.

First Day of Training
"Wake up, Fall, wake up!" chanted Isla, her paws pushing my side. I groaned lazily, and rolled over to my other side, hoping Isla would leave. She was a sweet little sister, but sometimes she could be annoying. With a sigh, before I knew it I was sleeping again and in this short sleep I had a dream...

I was running through a forest, my paws sinking into the soft blue grass, the trees around me casting shadows all over the ground, the tips of reddish brown mountains peeking through the clouds, and the stars shining so brightly above me. All of a sudden, I heard a long, low growl, and I stopped to investigate. Looking through a bush, I could see a large, greyish blue beast with wild white hair burying his head into a large animal, blood all over his claws. With a snarl, I leaped over the bush, and with a slash-

"C'mon, Fall! It's your first day of training, and mother wants you to get up early so you can prepare!" said Isla, giving my ear a gentle bite. My eyes flashed open, remembering my ghastly dream. I stared out into space, thinking about what I might've really done if I had seen a Kronador, and the answer came right at me: Kill it of course! I grinned to myself. "What up, dreaming about your boyfriend, Fall?" giggled Isla. I let out a playful snarl and ruffled the top of her head. Little sisters, I thought.

And looking into her eyes brought back those days I was a little pup, always poking my head in every nook and cranny, looking for adventure or in my mother's eyes, trouble. I remembered the fears I used to have too, about the creatures I had not at the time learned about, but heard about. A while ago was when my parents chose to tell me about the whole battle for the land of Isket, and our warriors' opponents the Kronadors, and now I would laugh at the thought of these beastly creatures. Nothing to be afraid of now, not when you got the strength, the bravery, the courage like me!

And then after my fantasy of slashing the throat of one of those blasted Kronadors, what Isla had informed me about my very first training session finally locked in and I leaped to my paws, making a bolt for outside. "I completely forgot it's my first day of training! Thanks for reminding me, Isla! Can't miss this!" I called out to her. I could hear her chuckle from inside the den, creating a small echo. The last thing I wanted was to be late for my first training session, which I had waited for so long to come! I found my mother waiting outside the den, my father was standing beside her with a deer's leg - my favorite - at his paws. I greeted them with a bark.

"My daughter is growing up." said my father, to my mother who had nodded. "So, Fallon. Are you excited, dear? It's your first day of training, and we all know how long you've waited for it." said my mother, with a laugh. I nuzzled them both. "Oh, yeah. I just can't believe this day has come!" I said with a grin. My father pushed the deer leg infront of me and nuzzled me back. "A treat for my Fall. You're going to need a lot of strength today." he said, backing up. I chuckled. "I'm not sure I need strength, but I don't mind if I do!" I plunged my head into the tasty leg, enjoying every bite. Yes, I could tell this day was going to be good.

Licking my lips after I had practically swallowed the deer leg, I looked back up at my mother and father. Having been a troublemaker my whole life, I hoped that training at my hardest would make it up to them. I really did owe it all to my parents, and little Isla, for always caring about me. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside... probably because with age and the changing seasons my vibrant red coat is getting a lot fluffier. Anyways, I knew I ought to thank my father for the leg. "Thanks, father. That was delish." I barked. He smiled and nodded. They stepped forward. "Well, we better get going. And here's a little heads up for your first lesson; a few things you should always remember when in battle." said my mother. "Never turn your back on a Kronador, as strong as us warriors may be, Kronadors have very powerful strength all the same and can easily attack us if you lose focus." she added. "Never mistake a Kronador for being foolish. Regardless of how they appear, they have quick minds, but if your mind is just as quick you have no need to fear." said my father. "And never lose focus. Kronadors look at every chance they have, so you must figure them out before they have an opportunity to attack. No wandering eyes when one of those beasts are with you." said my mother. I quickly went through all the things they had told me, and nodded my head in understanding. "I think I got it." I said. "Good. Now that you're ready, let's go. I know you will do well, Fallon." said my father. "Thank you, father." I replyed. "Can we go now? I can't wait to start my lessons." I said, wagging my tail impatiently. They nodded, and so we all went forward, butterbirds in my stomach as I thought about how totally awesome this was.

After a while of walking, we arrived at a wide open field of navy blue grass. It was so empty here, I could see just where the grey sky touched the land. A gentle breeze ruffled my coat. I looked across the field to find a group of wolves my age, all dressed in their wooden armor and looking back at me. A larger wolf who appeared to be the one who would be giving us our lessons turned to look at me too. He nodded, signaling for us to come forward, and so we did. I bowed to the large wolf. "Fallon, is it?" said the large wolf with a smile. I nodded. He then told me that today we weren't going to be doing much, just the basics of how to fight off a Kronador. I was told the things we would learn in training were only to be used as defense. Too bad, I thought, but then I realized I may've regretted saying that in the future. I was then given wooden armor of my own, with intricate designs that were carved into it. I put on my new armor, sliding the plates into place. I found wearing this was a little uncomfortable, but I was told I would get used to it. Now that my armor was on, and I had gotten a general idea of what training was all about, it was time for my first lesson. For the second time, I repeated what my parents had told me.

I was told to stand in the center of the field, and another wolf stood a short distance infront of me; my first opponent. I kept fidgeting, impatient. I wanted to start. Finally, I was given the signal to run forward. The rules were not to actually harm your opponent in any way, and no fooling around. That was easy, as long as he didn't step on my paw. I dashed forward, keeping my eyes steady on the other wolf who was charging toward me. I was given the signal to go for his throat, and so I leaped forward, giving a gentle bite, and he in turn had went for my ear, and I had let out a little yelp. With a hard push, I pinned him down with my paws at his shoulders. He bit my neck, and pushed hard at my stomach. Having been an expert at tackling my siblings however, it wasn't difficult to hold him down even through his struggle. When the large wolf declared I had won this battle, I padded back to the other wolves with a grin. I thought I was doing pretty good for my first day. I could see the other wolf was embarrassed at his loss, and so I went over to see how he was doing. I watched as more wolves had matches against each other, and I picked up a whole bunch of new fighting techniques I didn't know before. The day went on like this until the stars were high in the sky, and I cheerfully padded back home to inform my mother and father of what a great day I had.

When I arrived, they were very happy to find my first day of training had went so well, and they told me that I really was at a great start and that they had knew I would succeed even before they watched me take down my opponent. I gave them each a warm hug and headed straight for my part of the den to go to sleep. From now on, training would be a normal part of my life and I needed as much rest I could get. I felt a warm feeling inside, like one day, everything would change and I will of had fulfilled my purpose...

A Heartbreaking Battle
It's getting dark out, and the moon is giving only a faint white glow to show Isla and I the path back home. I have been training for about a few months now, and things are going very well. I love showing off my new moves to my new friends I met in training. It gets a little tiring sometimes, having to wake up early every day and working 'til night, but it is worth it. Should any danger ever be near, I think I can scare it off. As I walk, I notice things just got quieter, an eerie silence. I wonder why, and it takes a moment for me to realize that Isla is no longer tagging along at my side like she should be. I look around, but the area is too dark to see. I could only depend on my hearing to find my little sister. I could feel a lump in my throat. I regretted bringing Isla with me. I thought it would be good for her to have an early start at training, so I brought her with me, but I know I shouldn't of now because the poor pup had-

"Gotcha, big sis!" barked Isla. I let out my own bark in surprise, and relief. She was there all along, she was just trying to scare me. I turned to find her glowing amber eyes looking back at me. I sighed, because she really did scare me. I thought she was lost, that something terrible had happened and I hadn't noticed. I gave her head a gentle pat with my tail, and she giggled. We were just about home, and we raced to the cave, having sisterly fun. But the fun had ended when neither of us had heard anyone else in the den. "Fallon, where's mom, where's dad?" asked Isla, with a worried look on her face. I shook my head. The den was even darker than it was outside, and there wasn't even the faintest light to depend on. I sniffed the air, and I could smell that both my parents had left the den, but were recently here. I found it quite odd they would leave. Every night, my mother, father, my sister and I were always at home together. So why were they not here now? I was worried. Something must've caused my parents to leave the den at this time that I didn't know about. I gulped, and I heard Isla let out a little whine. And then it happened.

All of a sudden, a long, mournful howl echoed across the sky. And then another joined in, as well as another, and another. I looked back at Isla and barked. "Isla, get to the back of the den." I said. "Why? I wanna help you find mom and dad." said Isla in a shaky voice. I could hear her sniffle. "Look, something terrible must've happened. I need to find out what and why. I can't let you come with me, it could be very dangerous, and I can't let anything happen to you." I said in a serious tone. She gave me a sad look, but without a word rushed off to the very back of the den. I glanced back, even though it was hard to see. She would be safe while I left to investigate. And so I bolted out of the cave to follow the howls.

I didn't tell Isla, and I don't know if she had figured it out on her own, but I had recognized a few of the howls to be my parents. I didn't want to scare her anymore than she already was, so I kept it to myself. I ran in silence, perking my ears to any sounds, sniffing the air for any familiar scents, trying to locate exactly where my parents and the other wolves with them were. I was grateful I had the moonlight to guide my way, for without it it was almost impossible to see. Finally, I came to an open field. And on the far end, facing one of the horrifying greyish blue beasts that I had heard about, but never actually seen, were our warriors. My mother and father whom I recognized by their shining armor, were in the midst of the group. I panted hard, not knowing what to do. No doubt this would be an ugly battle. I felt like the ground below me was shaking, but then I realized it was my legs that were about to collapse. I watched in fright, unable to move. I slowly backed up, afraid to be seen by the beast. It was the first time I ever felt so afraid. I was sure my heart was about to beat right out of my chest.

And right before my eyes, the giant sized beast began to charge at the warriors. Just the same, the warriors charged for the beast. I shivered in fear, and I tried to forget the fact that I was vulnerable to virtually anything right now. For all I knew, there could've been who knows how many terrifying beasts waiting behind me for the perfect moment to attack. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what was going on. The darkness only brought even more fear to me though. I felt alone, and scared. No one knew I was here, but me and should anything of happened to me I wouldn't know what to do.

Even though there were no images to be seen, I could hear the sounds of the beast's attack, the pained howls of the wolves who had been injured, and I thought I could even hear the sound of bones being crushed. Tears rolled down my face. But one thing caught my attention, and my head jerked up right away to see. I saw my mother not far away from where I was, laying down at her side. I heard her quiet whine, and even more tears rolled down my face when I could smell her blood. There was a large boulder that she leaned against, that blocked anyone from seeing what was behind it, so I went over to her side to help her. I licked her cheek, seeing that her eyes were closed, and gently nudged her neck. And as I realized what had happened, that no longer could I hear that warm heart beat, I let out a piercing howl. I could hear the echoes in the sky, and I knew that Kronadors from all around me would be able to hear, but at this point, I didn't care. My mother, the one who brought me to this world, who had cared for me and loved me all my life no matter what happened, was dead.

I lay there and cried the rest of the night. I could hear the sounds of the battle, and they are sounds I knew I would never forget, but I was not about to leave my mother's side. My heart ached, and I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, to tell her how much I loved her and how grateful I was that she was there for me all my life. But I never got the chance, and now it was too late. My mother was killed, and I had done nothing to stop it from happening.

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I was awakened to the sunlight warm on my head. My mother lay lifeless beside me. I had never felt so broken in my entire life. When I got up, I looked around to find that there were no other wolves on the field. Where was my father, I thought. I knew I had to find him. It took me a while to finally stand up. I had an urge to just stay there with my mother, to hope and pray she would come back. But I knew it was not going to happen. After a while of mourning my mother's tragic death, I got to my paws and started walking around the large field with my nose in the air, sniffing for my father's scent. Every little while, I turned to look back at my mother, and every time I did so I felt a tear come to my eye.

I continued walking around the soft blue field, trying my hardest to identify each scent. I shuddered as I saw that there were many large patches of the field that had been stained red with blood, and in some places were parts of the Kronador that had attacked. I reminded myself there was nothing to be scared of right now, but I knew that wasn't necessarily true. After I felt I had checked every bit of the field and not found one scent of my father, I thought he might've left. I didn't want to get lost, so I realized that the only thing I could do was go home and wait for him to come back. He might already be there was what I hoped. So after going back to my mother and staying with her, praying she was in a better place now, wherever she was, I started for home.

It was the hardest thing to leave her there, but I knew it's what she would've wanted me to do. As I walked, I kept trying to find my father's scent to see if he had come the same way. But oddly, I couldn't recognize any scents at all. I sighed and kept walking with my head low to the ground. I thought about what I would say to Isla, the poor pup. She was still young, and I was worried she wouldn't be able to come to grips with what had happened. I hoped she was safe. I felt bad about leaving her there on her own, but after going through everything that had happened the night before, I realized it was the right thing to do.

I finally saw the large mouth of our cave come into sight, and at that, I bolted forward, hoping to find my father and my sister there waiting for me. But my heart had shattered when I found Isla alone. I ran to her, and when she noticed me she ran to me. She rubbed her head onto my chest, and I sighed in a little relief to see she was safe. "Oh, Isla. I was so worried about you. I am so sorry I had to leave you like that last night." I said quietly. She looked up at me with glossy eyes. "Fallon, where are they? They're..." she paused. I swallowed and slowly shook my head. And then everything that had happened last night spilled out. I told her about what I had seen, and I told her about my mother. She fell onto my paws, and cried so hard that I had began to cry too. We both lay there for a while in silence. I told her I had not seen our father, and that he might be on his way right now to see us. We calmed down at that, and went into our den. It took us a while afterwards to truly understand that we needed to move on, even though our mother was no longer with us. It might've seemed unfair, but it was just life. And it's what she would've wanted us to do.

Moving On
Isla and I were on our own for a long while after. Since I had not hunted a lot when my parents were around, I wasn't very good at it, let alone Isla. We got help from some other kind wolves, and we were sure grateful for it. We tried to continue going on with our usual days, keeping to what we would do if our parents were still around, and it was a little difficult. But it was how we kept them close. Yet, as normal as we tried to make our new life, it still had a quiet sadness to it. But we were grateful for each other. Each other was all we had.

It took us days that turned into weeks for us to realize that our father was never coming back. That also took some time to get over, but I think we both had already known he wasn't coming back since our mother's death. So, now we go through life looking at it in a different way. It was the worst thing that ever happened to us, knowing we would never see our parents again, but with that loss came a strength. We both have an independence, a new leadership role now that are parents are not here to guide us. And it took a long while, but we got used to it after.

Of course we would never, ever forget our parents. They would never be replaced, and we knew it. We still miss them with all our hearts, that longing will never end, but at least we have those memories that will never fade and that we will always cherish. We are grateful for our new life however, because we have never felt stronger. I still feel a little guilty now and then that my parents' death was partially my fault, that I didn't try to prevent it, but even though they have gone, Isla and I still feel them with us.

For every once in a while, as the sun peeks over the clouds, we can hear, "good morning, my loves. Rise and shine, while the stars are sleeping."

Run Away
“Okay, remember, always keep your eyes on the target. If you look away for the quickest second, they will use the opportunity to attack you.” I said, sitting with my chest puffed out. Isla sat listening intently in front of me, twitching her ears to every new lesson. After our parents died, I knew I was all the family my little sister had, and I had offered to give her private lessons, as well as I decided to take a break from training to learn some new fighting skills on my own. We are adjusting pretty well, I have realized my hunting skills come from my father because I almost never miss a kill, but we will always miss our mom and dad. They cannot be replaced, we realized that a long time ago, but from now on we’re on our own.

“Yes, sir- I mean, sis!” yipped Isla, obviously making fun of me. I gave her one of my famous amber glares, and when she shut up I showed a faint smile to show I wasn’t mad. “The second thing you need to know, is never turn your back on your enemy. Kronadors are smarter than they look, and they will look at every option there is to rip you to shreds.” I said, again, in my leader-like voice. It was quite nice being able to pass down my knowledge to my little sis. Apparently, she didn’t mind my bossing around either. This private training thing is really bringing us together, but I won’t tell her that before she says I’m being such a butterbird. She nods willingly again. “And the last thing to remember, always, is don’t stick your head into places you shouldn’t be. You never know what sick creatures there are, out there.” I lowered my voice. “But sis, you always do that.” Barked Isla, in her don’t-tell-me-that voice. “Look, I can protect myself. I know how to act if I should ever come across a nasty beast, but you don’t. Not yet.” I said in a reasonable voice. I didn’t mention the part that even when I was small and helpless, I still stuck my head into places I shouldn’t of been. She rolled her eyes, but I pretended I didn’t see.

And then it happened. A low, sickening growl echoed the small clearing we had decided to do our training in today. I looked to my right, and sure enough stood a Kronador about my size, with blue-ish grey skin, and wild, white hair. I gulped, and I heard Isla let out a choked gasp before dashing behind me to hide. The blue beast took a step forward, it's sharp claws sinking into the grass. I saw a fat slab of drool fall from it's bared teeth, to the ground - very disgusting. I don't know if I was more scared, or grossed out, but all I knew was I would do anything to get out of it's sight. I wanted to grab Isla and run, disappear from the clearing, but I knew the blasted beast would chase us. And once he got a hold of us, bye bye Fallon. I had to get out of there, fast, but how? I glanced around at all the corners of the clearing, but none of them provided a good hiding spot or escape route. We were just about stuck, unless I could either distract the Kronador, or kill it. I gulped again a the horrifying spot. I had learned many different ways to kill a Kronador, but had I ever come across one that wanted to kill me? Well, no, so I wasn't as prepared as I hoped I'd be when I did come across one that wanted to kill me. I glanced behind at Isla, and she had her paws wrapped tightly around my back leg, her eyes shut. If I was her age, I'd probably be doing the same thing.

So we were trapped in a small clearing with not a hiding place nor an escape in paw. I winced. And then, before I had time to think of a real plan, with a sickening growl the Kronador had knocked me to the side, and I hit against a large boulder. I groaned, the pain on my shoulders killing me. And then, as I leaned against the boulder, a realization hit me. That was the same boulder I had hid behind during the heartbreaking battle that took place right here in this clearing, that killed my parents. My heart might've beat right out of my chest. I knew I couldn't let the same thing happen to my sister, never, ever could I do that. And so, bruised back, wobbly legs and all, I stood up facing the Kronador. My sister had been crouched low to the ground, the Kronador looming over her with a scrawny arm raised, and claws unsheathed. I barked loudly, trying to get it's attention, and just as I'd thought it whipped its head to me, growling viciously. Just the same, I snarled, baring my teeth. "Isla, get out of here, now." I said through a snarl. "But, sis, you can't-" "Now!" I shouted. She bolted away to the south end of the field, leaving me to fight off the beast. Now it was all on me.

The Kronador had turned it's head to watch my sister make her escape, so I knew now was probably my only chance to make an attack. I lunged forward, going for the throat, and so I sanked my teeth into it's soft skin. At that, it yowled in pain, then smacking me right back to the boulder. I was knocked unconscious. I struggled to breathe, this blow was even harder than the first. It towered over me, and with a growl, I gave a hard blow at it's ugly face, leaving three pink gashes under it's eye. It pinned me down at the shoulders, and I gave a hard kick at it's underside, causing it to lose it's grip on me. I leaped up, and shot for it's front leg, snapping my jaws around it. I heard a loud crack, and it cried out in pain. It went for my hind leg this time, but I managed to pull away, leaving only a few scars instead of broken bones. I kept lunging at it, and it kept lunging right back at me, and let me just say it was a bloody battle. I wasn't physically injured, but I had gained an awful lot of scars. That training really did help me in terms of defense. Finally, I was too weak to even swat my paws at it. It too had lost a lot of strength, mainly because I had managed to snap both of it's front legs. And then it hit me. There was a little cliff nearby, and a dangerously fast river beneath it. I decided this was my only chance.

I ran as fast as I could, even though my legs were weak. I sprinted forward, hoping it was following me. As I glanced back, I realized it was. It was having trouble moving because it had to limp rather than run, but it was following me. Shortly after, I reached the edge of the cliff. I watched as the water rushed below. I heard a low growl, and then it was right beside me. I limped behind it, so that it would turn to face me, and that's exactly what it did. I raised onto my hing legs, and let out a harsh snarl. "Farewell, you blasted beast." I barked. I pushed at it's torso with my scarred front legs, sending it over the cliff edge with a loud, painful wail. I watched it fall, and soon it had disappeared beneath the water. The scream left a horrifying echo. I sighed quietly, relief washing over me. I knew we had to get home as fast as possible, before another Kronador tries to attack us. I raised my head to the sky and let out a howl, calling my sister, and in a minute she was by my side. I nuzzled her, and we sat at the cliff's edge for a while, enjoying the beautiful scenery I had missed. Finally, we stood up, and made our way back home. As we walked, it occurred to me what a brave thing I had just done, and I knew that this battle was one I'd never forget.

Why do I want her?
Since I learned about the WoI, I had always dreamed of getting one. I would often read through the WoI page, hoping to find an opportunity to get my very own. I thought it was nearly impossible, since customs were no longer available, and there were already so many of these beautiful wolves. I remember seeing many different litters, many of which I was so close to putting in a form, but then I always thought I would never win. But recently, I found out about these gorgeous teenies, and when I came across Fallon right here, it was like love at first sight. <3
I knew I had to try to get this girl, because it was like a true connection when I saw her so sweet but simple design. And her personality fits me so well. I am a bit of a bullheaded, brave, tomboy, and I thought she was like the perfect wolf representative of me. It wasn't necessarily her given rarity that caught my eyes, it was just her as a character that I found fascinating. I love her color scheme, resembling that of a husky I thought, which is my favorite dog and that is one of the reasons she caught my eye from the start. I adore your ideas for what her personality should be like, because it's so different, so beautiful, and so as I already mentioned, me. And don't tell Fallon I said that. :3 I looked through many other WoI teenies, trying to choose one to apply for, which was so hard because they're all unique in their own way, but in the end I just couldn't look away from those gorgeous amber eyes - I knew that this beautiful WoI was the one for me.
One of my dreams on CS is to own, to love, to always care for one of these awesome wolves which have stole my heart with their uniqueness and value since they were created. I have put all my heart into this form, and I am so truly happy to know that even if she is given to someone else, I will know that at least I tried. Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity, TWG90, and I wish you all the best of luck in getting her! c:
If I were to get her...
I would consider joining the role play with Fallon. I would definitely continue my story until I have a general idea of her whole life, from puphood to adulthood. Fallon sure is a fun wolf to write about, probably because speaking for her is like speaking for me. I would do much more art for her when I get my tablet, and I would certainly love to create a whole page for her for her story, art, and just general information. But mostly, of course, I will cherish and love her forever, and I will never forget one of my most wonderful days on CS - the day I could call the beautiful Fallon mine. <3

What is a WoI?
Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.
A Warrior of Isket could be a big wolf with normal ears, long ears or really short ears and three other different tails as well.
A Warrior of Isket will always have really special armor! Their armor must alway have a chest plate and a back plate.
What are the colors of Isket?
There's grass of a blue-ish shade, mountains of a reddish shade, and white rivers.
There is a lot more night than there is sunlight in the land of Isket, and there is no spring or fall.
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
WoI teenies get standard wooden armor, which must always include a chest plate and a back plate,
until they have reached the age of one. At one year of age, WoI teenies must go on a journey to find their armor.
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~RunawayWolf~
♥Spirit♥
_Safe&Sound_
dasher.

These people are allowed to edit their form til 26th ( art and story)