Both Usernames:
Lirrie and Farrah
WoI´s Names:
Sophie
Emmet
WoI´s Genders:
Female and Male
Which WoI belongs to whom?:
Sophie - Farrah
Emmet- Lirrie
Personality of Both:(short 5 words)
Sophie:
- practical
- adaptable
- quick-witted
- kind
- protective
Emmet:
-Rash
-Loving
-Hard-working
-Attentive
-Hyper
short Story/Histoy of Both:
It was cold.
Numbingly cold, and blindingly white. The snow didn’t ever seem to let up, though now it drifted down lazily, letting the wind swirl it around.
Someone, Sophie had decided, had really wanted to eradicate senses when they’d created winter. It was practically silent but for the snow and the wind, and her own movement. There was almost nothing to smell but snow and cold air. There was very little to eat.
The female teen continued to make her way through the snow, occasionally jumping up and over some of it to stay warm. Sophie was trying to find a home she could defend. With her foster parents dead, she couldn’t stay in their den – it had been too quickly overtaken by other wolves. Besides, their territory was too big. She needed something small to start with.
Sophie came to a scraggly bunch of trees and figured it would be an okay place to settle down for the night. She dug deep into the snow, carving out a rough little den to bunker down for the night – staying the open was begging for death.
Suddenly, she heard something.
Something was walking through the snow.
Hackles raised and hair standing on end, Sophie looked around for her enemy in the dim. He was a small wolf, yes, but small didn’t mean tranquil. Whirling as she caught his scent, Sophie let out a snarl and faced…a pup.
His amber eyes were wide with fright, and dark fur was covered in snow. The poor thing looked like he’d been out on his own for a while. As soon as Sophie relaxed, though, he looked more curious and mischievous.
“What are you doing on your own?” Sophie asked him, and the little wolf replied,
“What are you doing on your own?”
“I asked first.” She said, feeling a little irritated with him.
“Fine. My aunt and uncle were killed by Kronadors. I’m on my own now.” The boy’s small voice said, trying to seem tough. “Now you.”
“Yeah, yeah. My relatives were just old. My family didn’t make a lot of friends.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me about your parents.” She asked, but the little wolf looked down.
“I never knew them.”
“Huh. Neither did I.” Sophie said to him. How odd…what a similar past. I wonder…no, they always said I was alone…
“Well, I guess you can tag along with me, if you want.”
EXTRA
Emmet and Sophie had traveled quite a ways in search of a nice place to stay – or, as Emmet kept suggesting, Isket.
“Emmet, Isket is too far away. Besides, the Warriors are one big mystery – no on eknows what they’re like! They could be cannibals for all we know.”
“Well, yeah, but how much worse could they be from the wolves around here?”
“We know what they’re like – who could even guess what the Warriors are.”
Sophie’s ears perked up as they caught a noise. Something was lumbering through the snow, and it was following their travel. Sophie nudged Emmet, looking at him and then away. The message was obvious; Let’s get out of here!
Sophie signaled to the younger wolf to go in the opposite direction of her, but then to loop back together up further ahead. She was a little nervous letting Emmet out of her sight, but it would only take the day to split up and form back together, and they’d be within howling distance – not sight – so she figured it would probably be alright.
The two bounded over the snow in opposite directions, leaping over it for now, though that would take up more energy. Sophie kept her attention both to food and to the noise behind them, which was fading as she headed further out. She wanted to check on Emmet several times throughout the day, but kept herself from doing so, since that would give their position off to whoever was following them. But toward the end of the day, she heard Emmet’s higher voice raised to a panicked howl.
Sophie! it was the only word the older female needed to hear. The two weren’t that far apart now – they were coming closer to their meeting point, and she leapt across the drifts of snow as fast as she could. When she got closer, she discovered a Kronador heading directly to Emmet.
“Leave him alone!” she snarled right before she crashed into the beast. It really wasn’t much bigger than Sophie - skinny from a lack of food, and young – and it fell over but quickly got up again, enraged and roaring at her. She returned with a growl, coming to stand closer to Emmet, who hugged her side, afraid of the beast, small though it was. The creature looked at the two, its green eyes trying to decide if it was worth the fight. In the end, it turned and left, not wanting to risk the rage of Sophie.
“You okay?” she looked to Emmet, who nodded shakily. “Aw, come here, you.” She said, licking the top of his head. “You’re okay now! I’ll protect you from anything that comes our way.” Sophie said to him amiably, figuring that they should probably get on digging a little den.
“Wanna help find a good spot to settle down?” she asked Emmet, who dutifully nodded and got to his feet. The two chose a spot nearby a cluster of trees and dug down, carving a tiny den for the two of them. Sophie and Emmet snuggled together, both agreeing that the next morning they needed to hunt for some food.
“Sophie?” Emmet asked sleepily as the two started drifting off.
“What?”
“Can you teach me to be a warrior, like you?” Sophie blinked, a little surprised.
“Emmet, I’m not a warrior. Well, not because I want to be one. I’m a warrior out of necessity.”
“What’s that?”
“It means I’m only a warrior when I have to be one.”
“Oh. Well, can I be one too?” Sophie chuckled.
“Sure. I’ll teach you all my skills.”
“Awesome!”
“Now go to sleep, will you?” The two chuckled together and then let the night cover their thoughts.
The next morning was blindingly bright, but it was warmer. Sophie and Emmet searched around, but found no food in their immediate area. So they continued on, and noticed that the snow was getting less deep, and that it wasn’t quite so cold. Sophie and Emmet laughed and walked together.
It was too late when Sophie noticed that the smell of Kronador was surrounding them. The wind was odd, always changing, and whatever direction it blew Sophie suddenly smelled Kronador.
They were surrounded. The beasts were coming closer, well within view. The triumphant gleam in their eyes countered Sophie’s defeated one, and Emmet looked at her, confused.
“Sophie? We can beat them, right? Sophie?” Sophie didn’t answer, but moved closer to her brother. Maybe he could escape. Maybe something could happen.
They were moving closer.
“Emmet, I need you to run.” She told him quietly.
“Run? No! Sophie, I don’t wanna leave you!” Closer.
“Emmet, I need you to do it. I’ll catch up to you.” Emmet wasn’t moving.
“Emmet, go!”
“You wouldn’t have caught up, would you have?”
“Emmet, get out of here!”
“I don’t wanna leave you.”
“Well, you need to.” Too late. Too close. Sophie knew she would protect her brother as long as she could. She bared her teeth at them, snarling.
But they didn’t attack. They fell.
Other wolves were attacking them.
Sophie watched in a daze as five powerful wolves swept over the Kronadors. They were clad in complex armor, each of them dazzling in their own way. Golden armor picked up her brother. Dull gold and emerald pushed her to the sidelines by him to watch them. The wolves worked as a team, watching each other’s backs and striking together. Sophie had never seen such unity; normally it was everyone for themselves and their small family, but these wolves certainly weren’t all related to one another. They were one unit, one entity, one being. There was a male in silvery armor, the female in dull gold, a female in black, and a male in what looked like a brown armor with the fur of something on it.
The Kronadors had fallen. The Warriors were up.
The Warriors, she realized, looking on their splendor, looking at them as they checked to see that no one was severely injured and then studied her.
“Welcome to Isket.” The one in gold spoke, and Sophie could only stare.
Armour Designs:
Sophie
Emmet's Armor
Artwork:
Lirrie and Farrah
WoI´s Names:
Sophie
Emmet
WoI´s Genders:
Female and Male
Which WoI belongs to whom?:
Sophie - Farrah
Emmet- Lirrie
Personality of Both:(short 5 words)
Sophie:
- practical
- adaptable
- quick-witted
- kind
- protective
Emmet:
-Rash
-Loving
-Hard-working
-Attentive
-Hyper
short Story/Histoy of Both:
It was cold.
Numbingly cold, and blindingly white. The snow didn’t ever seem to let up, though now it drifted down lazily, letting the wind swirl it around.
Someone, Sophie had decided, had really wanted to eradicate senses when they’d created winter. It was practically silent but for the snow and the wind, and her own movement. There was almost nothing to smell but snow and cold air. There was very little to eat.
The female teen continued to make her way through the snow, occasionally jumping up and over some of it to stay warm. Sophie was trying to find a home she could defend. With her foster parents dead, she couldn’t stay in their den – it had been too quickly overtaken by other wolves. Besides, their territory was too big. She needed something small to start with.
Sophie came to a scraggly bunch of trees and figured it would be an okay place to settle down for the night. She dug deep into the snow, carving out a rough little den to bunker down for the night – staying the open was begging for death.
Suddenly, she heard something.
Something was walking through the snow.
Hackles raised and hair standing on end, Sophie looked around for her enemy in the dim. He was a small wolf, yes, but small didn’t mean tranquil. Whirling as she caught his scent, Sophie let out a snarl and faced…a pup.
His amber eyes were wide with fright, and dark fur was covered in snow. The poor thing looked like he’d been out on his own for a while. As soon as Sophie relaxed, though, he looked more curious and mischievous.
“What are you doing on your own?” Sophie asked him, and the little wolf replied,
“What are you doing on your own?”
“I asked first.” She said, feeling a little irritated with him.
“Fine. My aunt and uncle were killed by Kronadors. I’m on my own now.” The boy’s small voice said, trying to seem tough. “Now you.”
“Yeah, yeah. My relatives were just old. My family didn’t make a lot of friends.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me about your parents.” She asked, but the little wolf looked down.
“I never knew them.”
“Huh. Neither did I.” Sophie said to him. How odd…what a similar past. I wonder…no, they always said I was alone…
“Well, I guess you can tag along with me, if you want.”
EXTRA
Emmet and Sophie had traveled quite a ways in search of a nice place to stay – or, as Emmet kept suggesting, Isket.
“Emmet, Isket is too far away. Besides, the Warriors are one big mystery – no on eknows what they’re like! They could be cannibals for all we know.”
“Well, yeah, but how much worse could they be from the wolves around here?”
“We know what they’re like – who could even guess what the Warriors are.”
Sophie’s ears perked up as they caught a noise. Something was lumbering through the snow, and it was following their travel. Sophie nudged Emmet, looking at him and then away. The message was obvious; Let’s get out of here!
Sophie signaled to the younger wolf to go in the opposite direction of her, but then to loop back together up further ahead. She was a little nervous letting Emmet out of her sight, but it would only take the day to split up and form back together, and they’d be within howling distance – not sight – so she figured it would probably be alright.
The two bounded over the snow in opposite directions, leaping over it for now, though that would take up more energy. Sophie kept her attention both to food and to the noise behind them, which was fading as she headed further out. She wanted to check on Emmet several times throughout the day, but kept herself from doing so, since that would give their position off to whoever was following them. But toward the end of the day, she heard Emmet’s higher voice raised to a panicked howl.
Sophie! it was the only word the older female needed to hear. The two weren’t that far apart now – they were coming closer to their meeting point, and she leapt across the drifts of snow as fast as she could. When she got closer, she discovered a Kronador heading directly to Emmet.
“Leave him alone!” she snarled right before she crashed into the beast. It really wasn’t much bigger than Sophie - skinny from a lack of food, and young – and it fell over but quickly got up again, enraged and roaring at her. She returned with a growl, coming to stand closer to Emmet, who hugged her side, afraid of the beast, small though it was. The creature looked at the two, its green eyes trying to decide if it was worth the fight. In the end, it turned and left, not wanting to risk the rage of Sophie.
“You okay?” she looked to Emmet, who nodded shakily. “Aw, come here, you.” She said, licking the top of his head. “You’re okay now! I’ll protect you from anything that comes our way.” Sophie said to him amiably, figuring that they should probably get on digging a little den.
“Wanna help find a good spot to settle down?” she asked Emmet, who dutifully nodded and got to his feet. The two chose a spot nearby a cluster of trees and dug down, carving a tiny den for the two of them. Sophie and Emmet snuggled together, both agreeing that the next morning they needed to hunt for some food.
“Sophie?” Emmet asked sleepily as the two started drifting off.
“What?”
“Can you teach me to be a warrior, like you?” Sophie blinked, a little surprised.
“Emmet, I’m not a warrior. Well, not because I want to be one. I’m a warrior out of necessity.”
“What’s that?”
“It means I’m only a warrior when I have to be one.”
“Oh. Well, can I be one too?” Sophie chuckled.
“Sure. I’ll teach you all my skills.”
“Awesome!”
“Now go to sleep, will you?” The two chuckled together and then let the night cover their thoughts.
The next morning was blindingly bright, but it was warmer. Sophie and Emmet searched around, but found no food in their immediate area. So they continued on, and noticed that the snow was getting less deep, and that it wasn’t quite so cold. Sophie and Emmet laughed and walked together.
It was too late when Sophie noticed that the smell of Kronador was surrounding them. The wind was odd, always changing, and whatever direction it blew Sophie suddenly smelled Kronador.
They were surrounded. The beasts were coming closer, well within view. The triumphant gleam in their eyes countered Sophie’s defeated one, and Emmet looked at her, confused.
“Sophie? We can beat them, right? Sophie?” Sophie didn’t answer, but moved closer to her brother. Maybe he could escape. Maybe something could happen.
They were moving closer.
“Emmet, I need you to run.” She told him quietly.
“Run? No! Sophie, I don’t wanna leave you!” Closer.
“Emmet, I need you to do it. I’ll catch up to you.” Emmet wasn’t moving.
“Emmet, go!”
“You wouldn’t have caught up, would you have?”
“Emmet, get out of here!”
“I don’t wanna leave you.”
“Well, you need to.” Too late. Too close. Sophie knew she would protect her brother as long as she could. She bared her teeth at them, snarling.
But they didn’t attack. They fell.
Other wolves were attacking them.
Sophie watched in a daze as five powerful wolves swept over the Kronadors. They were clad in complex armor, each of them dazzling in their own way. Golden armor picked up her brother. Dull gold and emerald pushed her to the sidelines by him to watch them. The wolves worked as a team, watching each other’s backs and striking together. Sophie had never seen such unity; normally it was everyone for themselves and their small family, but these wolves certainly weren’t all related to one another. They were one unit, one entity, one being. There was a male in silvery armor, the female in dull gold, a female in black, and a male in what looked like a brown armor with the fur of something on it.
The Kronadors had fallen. The Warriors were up.
The Warriors, she realized, looking on their splendor, looking at them as they checked to see that no one was severely injured and then studied her.
“Welcome to Isket.” The one in gold spoke, and Sophie could only stare.
Armour Designs:
SophieEmmet's Armor
Artwork:
