[Clive]

Gosh she is gorgeous <3

I would love to try out for her, but i want to wait until i get my tablet though, so i can draw some decent art. I love the smooth tool, but i perosnally think that i can"t draw with the smooth tools details like i do in my sketchbook. I the last past months i sat down in my bedroom and studied in biology book the anatomy of the wolf/canine.
Now i can draw wolves better than before (oh gawd what a shame, i can remember the paws, the head and so on, oh gawd, my drawings were definately eyehurting for an experienced artist >.<).
Now, let"s stop my long comment x3

I wish everyone good luck who are trying out for this beuaty! I can"t wait to read some great stories again =D
Always, awesome to see how creative seome CS members are, really amazing <3

(And for those who are wondering who i am, i was ♥Silverflash♥ before )

[fugitive]

I decided to drop out. x] Found out I liked Jase better then her and couldn't kill him for the story's sake. I will make him into a human. ;}

Name:
Jenica, though many call her Jen.
Story:
"But father! I want to help!"
Jenica protested, why didn't he get it? Her father quickly looked around, she guessed it was to make sure that no Kronadors where around. "I said get back!" He said forcefully, the new teen didn't move, "I know how to fight, father." She said, he should know this, he trained her! Her father sighed and was about to say something when a quite big Kronador showed his ugly face. Snarling fiercely, Jen throw herself at this monster, aiming to dig her teeth into his soft, tender, neck.
"I will win this battle!"
It throw her aside like paper! She felt the pain of hitting the ground, but still got back up. What? Why didn't she hurt it? Her father hurdled himself at the monster, trying to get it's attention away from his daughter. It wanted her blood. Her father battled him, trying to get it away from his daughter, who now kept on trying to get at it. She noticed he kept looking around for the others but they were in they own battles, fighting the other kronadors. Quickly he lunged at the beast. Backed away and lunged again, trying to lead him closer to his comrades. He can't do it alone, the think sank into the teens mind, he needed her. Jumping on the back of it, she tried to sink her teeth into his hard skin. It throw her off again, this time the world went black.
---------
Jenica awoke with a pack member standing above her, "Is she alive?" Someone asked, the teen close her eyes again, what was going on? Suddenly she remember the fight. Her father!
"Father?" she muttered questioningly at the figure, he shook his head sadly. "He's gone.." He said, pushing a small necklaces. She looked at it, it had belong to her father.. Tears started to form,
"No! He isn't!" She yelled, surprising the others. "He isn't..." She muttered. The pain told her it was true, though she wanted all to be a dream. They are just trying to trick her, it some be that!

Jenica walked to the cave, her father's necklace around her own neck. What will her mother think? Her head still hurt from the throwing she received, why did it have to be him? They explained what had happened, her father kept the beast away from for as long as he could and ended up the beast lunch. They tried to safe him but couldn't, it was too late. They were afraid they had lost her too. Why couldn't it of been her? Why did it have to be her father? Her mother ran from the cave,
"And where were you, young lady?"
Her mother asked, she couldn't meet her mothers eyes, the news would kill her. "I am waiting Jenica! This is not the time be all...shy. Honey, why do you have your father necklace on? He never lets anyone take that off."
This was it, she had to tell her. She knew one of the warriors could easily do it, but the duty had fallen to her.
"...He's dead, mother." She said, she felt tears starting to run down her cheeks again. Her mother stood for a second, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"No.. Not him.." She said, tears starting to tail down her own cheeks. This surprised Jenica. Wasn't she supposed to be the one to comfort her? Stopping her own waterfall, she went off to cuddle her mother.

A few weeks later...

Jenica slowly walked, her mother leaning on her.
"Mother, would you like me to get some food?" Jen asked, trying not to fret about how her mother hadn't eat in days. It hadn't been easy there last few weeks.. "No, I'm fine." Her voice was weak.. why wouldn't she just let Jen help?
"Honey, I really like you trying to help, but.. you should get to know the other teens." Jenica couldn't believe her ears, why couldn't her mother just understand? "But mother, you need help..." Her mother slowly shook her head,
"Please Jenica, you need friends. I.. I will leave you too someday, I don't want you to be alone." Her mother's voice quieted towards the end. Jenica was taken back, she didn't want friends, she wanted her mother!
"It's not others would like to talk to me.."
Her self-pity ate though her brain, but before she could argue her mother had already began talking to another warrior, he would help her. Jenica walked away from them, letting her mother talk to another living soul. As she walked she looked at the beautiful grass, it's fields of blue seemed to want to run, to race, but she didn't want to leave her mother... She wanted an adventure, darn it! Turning, she found herself bumping into another teen, causing both to trip.
Jen waited for the other to yell but to her surprise he started laughing, "Sorry.." She mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. The other fellow only laughed louder, "For what? I run into you." He said, his laughing stopped but his face was still lighted up with a smile.
"I,er.. Well.." She sputtered, "Why am I so stupid?!" Her thoughts tormented her.
"Hey, it's fine." He said, getting up and shaking himself off. She got up too, trying to be not so awkward. "So, I guess I should be sorry.. But I am happy to bump into a pretty dog such as yourself." He said with a little playful wink. "Well, thanks. Though I am not that pretty." She said, in a matter of fact voice. She shook gently as not to put dirt all over him. He chuckled slightly before remembering something, "Oh, I have to go." He said, bouncing off before coming back, "Hey, if you want you can come with me. I'm going.. somewhere cool."
Jenica didn't quite know how to response, he was up to something but.... "OK. As long this 'cool' place isn't to far." She said, looking over her shoulder, "What? You scared of leaving your mother?" His tone wasn't mean but it still put her on nerves, "I'm not scared! It's just she hasn't been feeling well.." Jenica's voice lowered as the last part came out, he looked taken back for a second but then bounced back up, "The name's Jase, what's yours?" He asked, she guessed it was to cover up embarrassment

WIP
What is a WoI?
Well, WOI does mean Warriors of Isket, they can read so that makes them smarter then the normal wolf, they also have certain tail and ear type. I believe they are a little bigger then the normal wolf too, for on the main page they say 'big wolf with' and so on.
What are the colors of Isket?
The grass is blue, a beautiful shade of it I might add. The rivers, and I'm sure other water sources, are white, the mountains have a reddish tint to them, it is a beautiful place, oh it also has an appearance more of night then day.
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Wooden, of course! We wouldn't want a mere teen running around and bumping into things with that big armor! Well, actually I believe it's because they aren't quite ready for/haven't taken the trip so they don't have their armor yet.
Art:
WIP

This whole thing is a wip.

[redninetails]

Name:
Reveka
(pronounced Ree-vee-ka)

----------

Appearance

One sensitivity Reveka has is how others look at her appearance. She disregards her reflection and won't agree with compliments given to her about her outward appearance. She feels she lacks that wow factor that others have, the gracful, unique patterns on their pelts and the long bushy tail. She is rather over self-conscious and needs to be doing something to keep her mind occupied and away from her worrisome thoughts. Though Reveka avoids letting herself think she is beautiful she doesn't hate herself. Despite the worries on her outer appearance Reveka also has a great fear of how others see her personality. For her it's needing to be convinced, not so much on her thoughts about her outside but her ideas on how she's just as beautiful on the inside.

Stubborn

When her minds set there’s really no changing it. There’s no argument to be had because of her persistence to stick to her beliefs.

Adventurous

Reveka is known to be daring in her adventures through Isket. She can make reckless, foolhardy decisions that make her feel as if it’s almost courageous to go off on these exciting experiences. She doesn’t usually put thought into the risks of going off on her explorations, thinking merely of the chance to find something new and exciting. She’d take the chance before the full cons and pros of what could happen are registered.

Semi-Shy

On her own or with trusted friends Reveka can be as energetic and outgoing as if she had no worries in the world. The only way you'd know that she isn't that merry would be to see when she shies up. Her reserved side usually comes up when she doesn't feel comfortable, whether it’s from where she's at or who’s she's with, or when she's worried. This is mainly influenced from her self-consciousness. She can become quiet and appear to have a very coy personality when meeting someone new. Though Reveka has this shy side it’s not so bad to where she fears the world. For the most part, though, Reveka is a fiery, spirited fea.

Take it All in

Observation is key when exploring. Reveka likes to take everything in, makeing sure to take great care to memorize every little detail. She observes where shes at, whos shes with, and how she feels. She doesn't want to miss anything, since everyday brings something new. It might seem that shes a bit critical though she keeps those thoughts to herself. Since Reveka's so eger to find something new many things can easily excite her but few things can take her breath away.

----------

Story:

I dreamed of a place with streams of running, pure white water and grasses in dark shades of blues. Where the mountains held a strange reddish color to them and where glowing white insects flew about in a graceful manner. It was a magnificent place, until the monster appeared.

It looked almost like a horse, with a wild white mane, though it was also part reptilian. Its dark blue colors matched those of the foliage with large pointed horns of a beast. Its face drew nearer and nearer until I could easily examine its neon green eyes, staring viciously back into mine, its heavy breath smelling of rotting meat. It lifted an arm, readying to slash its large talons down on me, with its jaws opening wide to show even more of its dangerously sharp teeth. I slammed my eyelids shut, preparing for the amount of pain that was about to be dealt by the blow, only to open them and see my mother’s white face over mine. Trying to get the image of the horrible creature out of my mind I found myself up, on my feet, and already beginning today’s adventure.

Today we were exploring an exciting new world, one where the sunlight ebbed away and the world seemed almost as if it were in a twilight state. Was the day already closing to an end? "Come on mom, let’s go!" I barked with a clear, strong voice. My mom had told me that she'd found a brand new place for us to explore, where there were others like us. She told me of the Warriors that lived here, the same blood that we both carried.

"Hold up Reveka." I heard her bark as she staggered up the slope of the red tinted mountain. She seemed drained, almost worrisome. Wonder what that’s about I thought.
"But mom, if we don't hurry up it'll be too dark to see anything at all!" Our journey here today was for one reason, to gaze across the land of Isket. I heard her chuckle as she took a bounding leap towards me, making me fall back and yipp in surprise as she landed only inches away. A warm smile played on her lips as she bent her head low to tug my ear gently. I let out a soft growl and hopped up, curled tail high and leading the way. For an unknown reason I was feeling rather energetic over this exploration. Maybe I was still just feeling a little rattled from the dream, or rather a nightmare.

-----

As the ground started to level out we found ourselves on a rather week looking ledge. I took as many steps as possible to get as far out as I dared. Peering out I felt my eyes widen in amazement. Isket looked exactly as I had dreamed. “I’ve seen this before, in a recent dream!” How i hadn't noticed the connections between the sky and the mountians was shocking to me.
“I’m not surprised. I’d hoped you wouldn’t remember this place but I guess that was too much to hope for” Her tone was low and dull.
“Huh?”
“Reveka, this land, Isket is our home.”
“What are you talking about?” Was she seriously hiding something from me?
“Reveka we, I.” She let out a sigh, showing that she was struggling with whatever it was she hadn’t told me. “I need you to know something, a lot of things, things that you should know. Your father and I weren’t supposed to have pups, so we left the warriors…” I cut her off.
“So you’re saying I was just someone that wasn’t supposed to be born?” I gawked with anger, fueled by hurt, starting to bubble up.
“No, Reveka. It was just not allowed that we had you…”
“Well at least tell me about dad, where is he?” I had never wondered about my non-present father but now I had to know.
“He’s, dead.” At my blank stare she continued. “When you were born your father and I were already gone from the pack, still in Isket. We ended up staying near the second territory of Isket, the home of the Kronadors. We were careful with you around, extremely, and we knew the risk of having you in the enemy’s territory, but it was worth it to have you.” I continued to listen, my expression somber and unmoving. When I didn’t respond she started up again. “On a bright day while your father went out to hunt, bright and early in the morning, I stayed with you. By mid-day I grew worried so we set off in search of him. Following his trial I recognized the stench of Kronador.” Her eyes seemed puffy and bloodshot as she told me of this hidden memory. “He was dead. We promised each other if something ever happened to one of us we’d leave Isket…But I know it was wrong. We should’ve just gone back to the warriors, to convince them to at least keep you… As I doubted our original plan I heard you let out a whimper. The Kronador had returned so I did the only thing that I could think of. I ran with you in my mouth. I ran away from our home.”

-----

She looked so frail and ashamed at that moment. Weather it was because of her having to give up everything because she had me or because she had just revealed everything she’d been keeping from me for so long I didn’t know. “Let’s go.” I said coldly, still trying to grip all of this.
“But Reveka, we need to go to the Warriors.” I stood and started down the slope.
“We’ll aren’t you coming?” Her footsteps weren’t following mine and my coldness quickly turned to fear. As I rushed back up the short distance of the rocky side I saw that the ledge we had just stood on had crumbled. My heart sank and the world grew large and out of focus. I wanted to call out, so badly, but I knew there would be no response. The fall from up here would kill anybody who unluckily fell.

I stumbled a few times as I struggled to find my way down though I managed to get to the bottom of the mountain. I searched aimlessly for a body, at least to know that she had fallen, not run off, though the probability was zero to none. As I looked up at the vast starry sky I finally felt my eyes start to water as the salty tears began to slide down my face. A soft white glow came and I felt something land on my nose. One of those insects from my dream. I remembered what mom had said “We should’ve just gone back to the warriors, to convince them to at least keep you”. She had talked so much about these Warriors…and if my dream had been a clash of my memories then that beast, a Kronador, would be lurking around somewhere. Standing up with my head held high I knew where I was going next.

I was going to find the Warriors of Isket.

What is a WoI?

A Warrior of Isket is a large wolf crossbread with certain ear and tail types. They each have their own special armor and fight to find peace for Isket against their enemies, the Kronadors.

What are the colors of Isket?

The greenery is blue with white waters. The mountains in Isket have a reddish coloration and the sky has more of a night than day look to it.

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Wooden armor
Art:

Picture
Without Shading

[Sheppie]

...

[Blitz.]

((Done <3))



Name: Mayati [May - Ah - Tee]

Story:
I remember that awful day I woke up, the sky was clear, its colors shifting as the day dragged, and no wind stirred. I was besides my father, taking my daily nap in the comfortable darkness of my den.. With a stretch, I pushed my legs against his stomach playfully, and with a smile he licked my head. You could say I am a ‘daddy’s girl’. He never gets angry with me and I am allowed to do more around him than my mother would let me, but I love them both just the same. I continued to bat around at him, but he’d merely smile and lay his head back on his paws to sleep. When I also was about to resume cuddling up by his side to sleep, his head shot up and he looked outside. Curious, I peered to the direction he was facing and I heard a loud cry. Even from the distance from the den you could see a few warriors fighting a Kronador, and even make out a bit of a red coating that was on the blue foliage. It was obviously blood, but I didn’t bother pointing the obvious out to father. Without a thought he stood, and looked into my eyes. “Whatever you do, do not leave this den” he said, eyes nervous. “Do you understand me?” I hesitated, his voice sounded pretty demanding, but I quickly nodded, and without a word he had stormed out of the den and to the action.

What now? All I could do was pace the den, the battle had moved farther as they chased that horrible beast away. Night quickly shrouded the skies soon after, and I began to get more curious. And no matter what my mind told me to do, I forced myself to stay and huddled into a corner. I was cold, lonely, and desperate for someone to talk to, or even just a being to look at at this point. Before I even knew it, my eyes slid shut and peace came to me finally. Once the skies lightened, I stood, stumbling to the den’s entrance with a yawn and a frown to accompany it. Father wasn't anywhere in the den, and it appeared that no one was in the nearby area. Sadly, I did the right thing, staying where I was told and hoped he would return soon. Every horrifying thought hit my mind, wondering if he was slaughtered, got lost, or died. All of them were possibilities; he would have come back sooner if it was an easy fight. At last, I could see a familiar figure arriving close enough for me to see him, but his head was hung low and the closer he got, the more upset he seemed. When he made it into the den, he didn’t even bother to stop and look at me. Father just went to the end of our sleeping area and fell over, staring at the wall. I blinked, my curiosity was eating at me and I felt invisible. Padding to him, I plopped by his side, looking into his round, wet eyes. Tears ran down his face. I wondered why. “Father, why are you crying?” I asked with a tilt to my head. No response. It made me angry; I took a deep breath and looked to him a little more harshly. “Mama will be upset that your just laying on the floor all sulky” I taunted and noticed his eyes shift to me, the tears increasing. “Listen… May…” he began, words barely making it from his mouth. “Your Mama… She… She is dead…” I froze, and looked to him, eyes widened, my heart pounding. This had to be a joke; my mom was strong and fierce, not the warrior who would go down so easily. “Haha Father. Good one, you know Ma doesn’t like you joking that way” I snickered, forcing my expression into one of amusement in attempt not to cry. He slowly shook his head, and didn’t reply a word to me after that. He was clearly serious; the grief in his face made that clear. Finally, I began to sob, digging my face into his fluffy pelt and we cried together for the rest of that day, not even bothering to get food.

As the days went on from there, things began to get much worse. My father never spoke, and stayed in the same spot, just crying. I had to ask other wolves to help me get food during those days and I couldn’t get father to eat a bite. The others understood my problem though. And as his depression got worse, my heart broke more, it was just awful to see him like this, he was even losing some weight. After a week straight of this, I couldn’t take it anymore; the ignorance, the depression, and the hunger. Neither of us could live like this for too much longer and I wouldn’t stand for it at all. Getting to my feet, I darted out of the cave and headed to the large blue field I remember seeing the fight at. Stopping, my gaze hit the floor, expecting to see blood, but all that was there was the soft blue grass. It was hard to believe this is where my mother was killed, it was so lovely. I had to force myself to look away and head towards the next spot I remember the battle moving too, but I didn’t know much after that. A few pups that saw me running off had curious glances, and the looks got more nervous the farther I got. They even scrambled and ran off. Making it to a wooded area, I looked around, hoping to find the very beast that dared to kill my mother. I specifically remember one feature on this Kronador, one of his horns was broken, if I was seeing things correctly that day. Even with knowing this information, I’d have to get very lucky to just find him here, so I went further and further, hiding from each Kronador I passed. I guess I am just lucky, but some would stop to sniff around. My eyes slid around, everything was quiet and the foliage was getting thinner, I kept cover in a bush.

Finally! The beast I was searching for was feasting on some creature of which I didn’t bother identifying, though, even if I tried I really couldn’t tell what it was since he had grinded and tore it apart. I shuttered, feeling a bit nauseous watching him eat at it, his face covered in its blood. Now, let’s see, I found him, but I wasn’t smart enough to think of what to do next. Yeah, sure, I figured I’d kill it, but he is MUCH bigger in person. I began to sit, but I got stiff when my movement made the bush rustle along with it and froze. The Kronador blinked, looking directly at where I made the sound. With a rough, crackled laughed he peeked into the bush, his face butting me out of it. Horrified, I stared into his eyes, fearing for my life. I instantly began to think he was just going to eat me, but he seemed to just be messing with me at the moment. With his forehand, he pushed me away from the bush and against a tree. “Why, hello tiny, watcha doin so far from home aye?” he snickered, his claw at my throat. I swallowed, air gathering in my lungs and I released it all in the form of a yell. “You killed my mother you dirty monster!” The Kronador blinked, tilting his head with a sly smile, he pushed his claw closer to my neck. He snickered once more at this point. “Aww, well, that’s harsh, I am certainly not dirty” he insisted, playfully rolling his eyes. Beginning to shiver, tears rolled down my face, and I sniffled, flashing back to the recent days, surprised that not too long ago my life was perfect and I was going to lose all of it so young. That’s when I heard a loud, angered howl and a figure busted from the bushes, under the Kronador, his teeth gripping its stomach, and he tore skin from the beast. The Kronador yelled, pushing me aside, glaring at the attacker, my Father. My eyes watered, he snapped out of it! I wonder what got to him, or how he knew I was here, now that I begun to think of it, but I merely just began to cry, tail tucked between my legs in fear. Father’s eyes looked like fire, his glare was harsh at the Kronador. “You may have taken my mate, but if you dare take my pup, I will make you fall to the floor begging to die.” He growled, leaping once forth, taking a bite at the Kronador’s neck. The beast yelled once more, lashing its claws into my Father’s face and with a yelp he began to continue the fight. It seemed like a repetition of attacks, but then more figures appeared. My eyes were grateful that it was allies and quickly they launched at the beast as well, the four of them took it down. My Father made the final attack at the neck.

Instantly, Father ran to me, nuzzling his face into mine and his tears made me wet. “I am really sorry for what I did to you, it will never happen again” he cried, grabbing me by the scruff, following the other Warrior’s back home. A smile climbed to my face, my eyes still wet and I looked up to him. This trip was all worth it in the end, but I am just glad none of us died, but the warriors did get a bit beat up. When we returned home, many faces came to greet us, asking questions. But Father carried me back to our den, setting me down and curling around me, nuzzling me with his nose. I laid also, and dug my face into his fur happily. We were finally happy again, able to live our lives before, I am sure that’s what Mama would have wanted after all, so we better fulfill that wish. And maybe tomorrow we’d play, laugh, and get something to eat, as we used to do. I looked at him, we were both still watery eyed and we both had soft looks for each other. “I love you Father” I said, snuggling against him, my eyes shutting for sleep.
A tear fell down his nose and as he laid his head down next to mine, he replied;

“I love you too, my little Mayati”


What is a WoI?
"Warrior of Isket"
Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.

What are the colors of Isket?
The mountains are reddish, the streams are white, and the foliage is blue.

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Wooden Armor.

Art:

By Me; Wooden Armor Concept - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=907746

By Me; Head View - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=909457

By -Kiley-; Awesome sauuuce <3 - http://i1033.photobucket.com/albums/a41 ... /Blitz.png

By -Kiley-; <333 - http://i1033.photobucket.com/albums/a41 ... Blitz2.png

By -Kiley-; ;u; - http://i1033.photobucket.com/albums/a41 ... Blitz3.png

By -Kiley-; Thank you so much Kiles! <3 - http://i1033.photobucket.com/albums/a41 ... Blitz4.png

By Me; Upper body view ~ Enjoying the stars - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=910845

By Me; Half View(?) ~ Always with me - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=911736

By Me; Full View ~ Relaxing - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=913715

By Me; Upper View ~ Walking like a boss - viewtopic.php?f=34&t=914117

By Me; Chibi - viewtopic.php?f=33&t=914175

By Silver Bullets; Thank you Twineh! <333 - viewtopic.php?f=33&t=917247&p=23743584#p23743584

[Mienrah]

Done-ish. The story is a bit... 'meh'. But I'm proud of the art I've done so far.

Name:

Tai-Qin
泰钦

Personality:

. shy . quiet . adventurous . determined . stubborn . contradictory . observant . shadow-stalker .

shy ; since birth, the youngling had been quiet, shy & almost impossible to get a straight answer from. if it came from being an lone child in the world, it was unnoticeable, for she never made an attempt to not be lonely. she took solace from herself, distanced herself from most others. her crimson eyes seemed to know that which others did not. her shyness, is actually a genetic trait - many in her unknown family had social disorders.

quiet ; the little dark chestnut girl is almost as silent as the night, her favoured time of day. she speaks little, and of that, even less makes sense. she enjoys speaking in riddles, a sharp contrast to her organised mind. few words pass her white maw, especially to strangers. she refuses to speak of her past or family, barely acknowledging she is orphaned. this silent air can be unnerving to those who do not know of her strange ways. her silence naturally comes hand in hand with her shyness, however the riddling speech she uses as a natural deterrant to try to push away any who would try to get close to her heart.

adventurous ; this mysterious female, despite her rather eerie features & personality, enjoys the thrill of a mission. once she begins something, it becomes a quest, and she must be as silent & unnoticed as possible. she tends to see everything a a chance to spy on others, and despite a lack of strong malicious intent, believes she would make a good assassin with the correct training. speaking of training, she always is sure to put forth her best effort. with no parents to gaze proudly upon her, she must work to gain the pride of the Warriors. she only wishes to fit in. she is also rather proud of her conquests.

determined ; as a determined teen, she does not accept failure. 'fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me.' is one of her favourite sayings, simply because it is true. if you fail, you must try, try & try again until you suceed. in the opening days of her training, she made it her goal to make it to the top of the largest pole in five days. she suceeded, using pure determination - and wit. her determination tends from her adventurous streak and the willingness to prove herself worthy.

stubborn ; a trait similar to determination. this warrior of isket is stubborn to a point of contradictions & hypocrisy. if she has a point to make, she won't back down, no matter how desperate it makes her seem. her stubbornness is one of her largest flaws, as well as one of the most noticeable. her stubborn manner is the main contradictory trait to her shyness/silence, as when she stands her ground, it is usually in an aggressive manner.

contradictory ; one personality trait that often goes hand in hand with a stubborn woman, is the art of contradiction. unfortunately, when this warrior gets riled up, she tends to forget about her numerous amounts of statistics & blackmail material. things become heated rather quick, and it isn't until after the argument is over & she's calmed down that she realises she was wrong. this girl also tends to be in denial when others speak of her beauty, simply because compared to everyone else, she is plain. she has no pretty swirls, or aztec-like symbols. she's just dark chestnut, white & rose. this also in regards to her shyness makes it difficult for her to accept compliments that don't have to do with her fighting prowess.

observant ; despite this little lady's flaws, she has one skill that could indeed become useful later in life. she is an observer. during the time she's been with the strange pack, she has noticed a lot about each of the members. how one is itchy in that one certain place nearly all the time, how that one struggles with their armour. each has its own little quirk or flaw. and each certainly has a lot of blackmail material. her crimson eyes drink in the details life lays before her.

shadow-stalker ; the youngling spends much of her time in the shadows of isket, spying, gazing, always watching. perhaps it is a little creepy the wa she watches, but it is who she is. night-stalker. she moves with the shadows, the shadows move with her. she is a creature of the night. the dark chestnut is the dark, star-lit sky. the rose is dusk. the white is the moon.

Story:

A dark toned canine moved warily in the dead of night, ( as dark as it could possibly be in Isket, what with it being night most of the time ) dark chestnut paws, careful in the placement of movements, worried for the wooden armour upon her back - if it made the slightest noise her mission would be fall to ruins & essentially be unsucessful. She moved with almost feline grace, dark crimson gaze filtering through the horizon as she stepped with lithe movements. The apprentice was named Tai-Qin, a slightly unusual name among her kind; but it would become respected like the rest in time. Her rose-tipped, curly tail brushing lightly against her almost asiatic form & wooden plating. The white sections of fur that gleamed eerily in contrast to her pelt were mostly hidden by the training armour, a slight relief to the youngling.
Usually, at this time of night, she would not be wearing armour. However, in retaliation to her silent pranks & traps that had been set around the camp in a vie for attention, she had been sent to the training poles. Upon one of these training poles, she had been sitting until far into the night. She had been supposed to remain until dawn/early morning, hence the current sneaking. Her crimson eyes glanced at the earthen floor as she carefully side-stepped a pile of twigs. Dark chestnut form blended with the shadows as she calmly, softly stepped around sleeping bodies. Her long ears were pricked, alert for any sounds that would signify the posted guards were moving. She winced as the wood creaked in light protest, for she had been attempting to stretch out over the long tail of one of the elders. She withheld her sigh of relief when none stirred, unwilling to attract any more almost-disturbances.
Earth crumbled slightly under large paws, tans pads blending with the dirt as she lowered her body in a balanced crouch. She now moved in a more slinking way, white stomach furs brushing lightly against loose grains as she slowly made it to the other end of the cave. Crimson eyes were lit with stubborn determination as she made it out into the fresh air. Her dark chestnut paws stepped in relief onto the blue vegetation, dark pink tongue slipping out t link her maw as she darted forward stealthily, gaining distance from the cave until she was finally two kronador lengths away. It was here that she turned her head & flashed her teeth, finally slipping them under the fern-ropes that held the wood in place. She worked at them silently, until at last it was loose enough to slip the armour over her head. Tai-Qin did so proudly, before at last she lay down beneath a nearby tree, curled around her wooden armour.
Even while asleep, she appeared awake. Her ears were tall & pricked, tail curled & the markings around her eyes had that strange look to them - similar to the eyes upon a butterfly's wings. She was the second known Warrior of Isket to 'escape' punishment. Even in sleep, an adventurous, smug smirk curled her lips.

What is a WoI?

'Warrior of Isket.' A large canine creature from the land of Isket. Varying tail & ear types, as well as colourings/patterns. They fight against Kronadors in attept to find peace. They wear wooden armour as apprentices; when they progress into adulthood, they make a long, difficult & arduous journey to retrieve & gain their armour.

What are the colors of Isket?

Isket is a land, in which the vegetation is blue, water sources run with white liquid & the mountains are an orange-red.

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?

The teenies of the Warriors of Isket use wooden armour, until they are ready to take the plunge & go on their mission for their true armour.

Art:

tai-qin in a cave - by me
armour concept - by me

[Novva]

Name:Nanea

Story:I peered out at the blue grasses. The drops of due glistened in the sunlight.i sood and shook the grasses due off me. I started to walk the morning sun warming my back and my dragging feet collecting the water.

What is a WoI?: Wois are wolf hybreds that fight for peace in the land of isket

What are the colors of Isket?the grass is blue the mountens and land are a redish orange and the waters are white

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?: woi teenies get wooden armor wich is training armor

Art:wip

Wip

[Rain Cloud]

Name:
Nicknames:
Gender:
Story:
What is a WoI?
What are the colors of Isket?
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Art:

Everything is a WIP for me.

[Novie Kenari]

Withdrawing.
(wonderful design btw,wish i had time to enter!)

[DecafBunny]

Name:
Story:
What is a WoI?
What are the colors of Isket?
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Art:coming

Wip <3