[Neara]

^^ A female Water saber

Oh yes and note to any other Was Pound Artist, this is my last saber.

Pound closed Oct 5th

original colors ^^




Grade Results!:

Winner!
Alley96- art 99 story 95 97%

Yelloweh- art 98 story 92 95%
Universal Phonebooth- art 94 story 91 93%
Moko-chan97- art 95 story 90 93%
The-Red-Wolfy- art 90 story 89 90%
.wild.fire.- art 95 story 83 89%
Masked Mystery- art- 90 story 85 88%
Rainy Days- art 88 story 78 83%
unikels- art 78 story 80 79%
Spark- art 98 story 50 74%

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Applicant list
p2
Masked Mystery-
Rainy Days-

p4
Alley96-

p6
The-Red-Wolfy-
.wild.fire.-

p7
Yelloweh-
Universal Phonebooth-
unikels-

p8
Moko-chan97-

p9
Spark-

Disqualifed or Withdrawn people:
Klondike- no art
RW- withdraw
Express- no art
Synth- no art of saber
Aysan1- no art
The_Lotus_Wolf- disqualified
Mordacious- no story
Ainki- Widthdraw
Psycadillo- no art
xAmbyroo- no art
Cougar28- widthdraw
Tusk- no art
starry-knight- disqualified
Muddy~wolf~prints- no art
Deadly Nightshade- no art
kamee7- no art
The Wolf- no art
JerseyDusk- disqualified
Fengo- no art
~Kung Fu Warrior~-no art
*Blackberry*- disqualified
Roboo- no art

[DELETE.ACCOUNT!]

Neara strikes again with the famous *LIKE BUTTON!!!!!!!!!*

[Klondike]

Username: Kondike
Name: Koria
Age (at most 400): 200
Personality: Spunky, funny, outgoing, cute, spontanious, a survivor.
Attacks: ?
Special Ability: Water
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Silver
Story: Walking in the forest hungry and alone with no one to comfort me except for the shining stars. My name is Koria and this is my story... I was just a young cub when they came. Hunters. Cold and thirsty for the saber blood. It was me and my mother, father, brothers and sisters when they came. I could hear there footsteps and smell them from a mile away. I was scared. I knew they were out for our fur. I knew they were going to kill us. Next thing I knew, my parents were trying to protect us and then I was suddenly out cold. I woke to the rising sun alone. My family was killed by the predators. Monsters they are! I was the only survivor. Scared, hungry, cold and lonely I walked away from the place that once was home that was now a graveyard for my dearly beloved. I walked on and on when I found a drinking hole. I drank and drank and drank. Then, by the power of the almighty gods, I became immortal. This hole was magical. It had special powers. I was now forever bonded with the Earth and the ocean forever. My element is water. I knew I would live on to be a legend. So to this day, I survived life. Now I have my own children to tell my tale. And that is my story... For now.
Art of it: ?

[Transmute]

Withdrawing.

[m e o w]

Username: Express~

Name: Artemis

Age (at most 400): 293

Personality: WIP

~*With Others*~
Gentle,stubborn,headstrong and a bit cocky Artemis is fun to hang out with but so infuriating to others and sometimes even to herself.

~*Alone*~
Most days when alone Atemis is feeeling sorry for herself but feels that is a weakness and tries to find her friends as soon as possible to hide the fact she is hurting.

Attacks:
Flash Claw~With the speed of light this attacks effect renders the victim helpless while slashed apart within seconds. Few have escaped this attack without outside help.

Death Stare~Renders victim frozen while horrible memories possibly not even belonging to them flash through their head causing unimaginable pain though it only last for a few seconds as they are cut down right away.( Can also be used for torture though Artemis hardly ever resorts to that.)

Flash Step~ An ability she was born with this

Special Ability: WIP

Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Gold

Story:

As I look around me I see dark, All dark never light. I look Up to see light as I realize I'm in water!. I scramble to my paws heaving, I thrust my paws harshly and strong to and fro thrusting upward in the clear liquid. I break the surface and scramble onto a shore as my flank is covered in the saltwater. I began looking around seeing nothing but trees and huge rock forms. I step back a little my foot touching the salt water I feel instantly hot, Was it because the water was so cold? I shiver and walk forward looking around for others like me. I take a huge leap forward running into another large saber like me. "Watch wh-" the other saber stops and takes a look a my soaked body and nods. "Your aremtis." he said turning towards me and putting his paw on my shoulder "We expected you."

Art of it: coming soon

[Delilah Nightingale]

Username: Synth
Name: Dimitri
Age (at most 400): 127
Personality: Dimitri is somewhat lost. She has no idea who she is and who she is meant to be. All she can do is be nice to anyone and everyone and submit to punishment when she does something wrong. She often looks to her reflection in the water for answers when she uses her brief future sight. She is also extremely adventurous and stubborn. She will often disobey people and cause trouble with herself and others, but when in combat she is the exact opposite. Dimitri will follow orders and fight with strategy.
Attacks: typhoon- a type of water bending. The water recedes from the shore and swoops back in with a avalanche of power knocking down and drowning enemies. It drains a benders energy as well though.
Special Ability: Future Sight- When Dimitri falls asleep she dreams the same dream over and over until somehow a huge conflict is resolved. She rarely has a good dream, her mind is riddled with horrifying nightmares.
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): gold
Story:

Am I dead?
I better be dead.
Why haven't they killed me yet?


I lay with my sorrowful eyes open and wince only for a moment as the whip comes down and slashes against my bleeding pelt. A pitiful whine escapes my cracked and dry lips. The piece of leather comes down again hard on my head. "Please just kill me or better let me go!" my mind screams looking for the answer that never comes. "Please!" my subconscious pleads.

After what seems to be an eternity the demons from hell leave me to my solitude. "Today is the day." my mind decides for me. "I must escape." I whimper with my head heavy with fail thoughts and plans on my paws, "But how..." the two words escape my barely parted lips in a hushed whisper. Slowly and semi-carefully I stand on my wobbly legs from the puddle of my blood which still drips from my side in a crimson downpour. There shall be no escape today... I fall back onto the cobblestone floor with a thud.

The light of morning floods through the rickety cage bars. Cringing slight my eyes shut themselves tight, but the clattering of my metal food dish makes me lift my head fast and quick. With a disgusted sigh I pull the rusted iron dish to my nose and take a deep whiff. Big mistake. The contents of the bowl are the old remains of a dead saber. A fallen comrade in this hellhole we call home. With a final cringe I swallow the thick, pitiful excuse for food and try not to retch. When my stomach and brain finally stop swirling and I am no longer dizzy and nauseous I lean against the cage bars only to be rewarded with a painful crop to the head and a human screech as my claws cut deep into her calf. I snicker with glee. I seemed to be the only one around here with the guts to take on a human being. But my joyous victory, no matter how small, is crush within an instant. The heavy metal and bronze harness is strapped down to my back and neck so tight I feel that I might pass out. Soon enough I almost do, but not before they drag me from the cage I am held hostage in and occasionally force me back on my paws again. We stalk along the rough stone hallways with maze-like twists and turns until we come onto a door. A deep cherry brown one with iron designs flowing upwards like ivy up at tree. Twisting in turning in a never ending race to reach the sun. It bobbles my mind. Why would they depict something like ivy on a doorway? Why not the strength and cunning of a saber tooth hunter? Or the ironic idiocy of these humans for that matter? Then I think, I actually think for a moment.
This is the room where comrades fall; where the meat is made.

With a soft gasp I strain backwards against the harness. My blunt claws doing nothing to keep a grip on the stones as they pull me forward again. "No... no no no no no!" I cry out knowing very well that they can't understand me. "Let me go!" the yowl escapes my parted lips before I can hold them back. Helplessness and pity gets you nowhere here. I should have stayed silent, at least then I would have died with some dignity. In a last defense I push back the tears and tread forward my head and tail high. My ears pricked forward in curiosity, but my eyes showed better. Fear is what I was feeling. I had felt it ever since I watched them slaughter my family and stuff my into a cage to be prodded with various needles and fed odd colored pills and liquids. And then I am given these powers. Water bends to my every will and every night when I go to sleep a reoccurring dream haunts me. Do they mean something? I don't know, but I do know that they only change when something big happens that has to do with my dream. I push the thoughts away and stare straight ahead. The door swings open with a unsatisfying squeal. It seems fate was in my favor today. Because standing in the middle of the blood stained room was a lady. With a dagger darkened with blood clutched in her pale hand. And on the floor. My hostile enemy, the human leader, lay on the floor his throat opened in a blood red smile.

The woman is the first to make a move she darts across the hardwood floors and stabs the human to my right with her knife. With a quiet thud the second one soon follows their leader and comrade to the floor. Their souls hopefully descending to the depths of Hell where they will meet their maker, the devil, himself and be devoured by his faithful demon minions. I am shaken from my thoughts when a hand is ran along my head and back. I spin around instinctively and ready my teeth for a death bite only to find the woman continuing to stroke my pelt ignoring my alarm and threatening posture. My head tilted in apparent confusion. Why hadn't she run? Why didn't she stab me like the others? "My name is Synth." the woman who I now see can't be anymore than 18 years of age says in a sing song voice. If you didn't see what just happened she would come across as innocent. "Like you can understand me." I growl somewhat sarcastically. "Oh I can." she responds quite snappishly then her voice softens back into her purr, "I'm a Runner. We can understand sabers and other animals." she smiled softly and stood. Where had I heard that before. Runner. "What's a Runner?" I ask stepping forward curiously now unafraid of this Synth. "A Runner is a prototype. Made by the same people who gave you your powers. I come another camp on the other side of the domain." she explained, "We are rebelling and I am looking for a comrade and mount for the battle. It seems that Runners and sabers make good fighting partners." she began to make swirling motions on my head with her fingers. "We are fighting in Washington now. Will you join me?" she asks completing her explanation. Slowing after a moment of thought I nod.
Hey a war will be better than this place, won't it?


Dimitri and Synth's story will continue if I get her. I plan on making a book with them and maybe a role play.

Art of it:
WIP
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[Offended Cockatiel]

My God...why you'r awsomness...why? Sorry,sorry...over reactive?

Username:Aysan1
Name:Octavia...sorry it's not very Greek
Age (at most 400):
Personality: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HAixiYj ... re=related Give it up
Attacks:
Water dancer

Erode

Aquatic glow

Special Ability:
Water cloak

Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze):
Story:"Octavia!Octavia!...Octavia!" the voices yelling from all around couldn't stop me now. I was in wear I couldn't get out. The water danced around me,almost like fire flickering dasterdly. "Octavia!". To there sudden horror,the water cloaked around me stronger then ever. I feel so daring! This water. It took me to a new land,a charred land of thought.
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"Child listen!"-"yes ma'am" the small voice of my care taker caught me off gaurd,breaking through my thought barrier. It was a small screech,distent and high. Of course her voice was always like this. Hard to beleive she was my speacies enemy. So heres wear the story begins. I had a...unique life,ever since the begening. From the way that I was lost by my parents to well,all the other events in my life. I actually from the begening couldn't lose my memory. Just so you know. Alright,i'll tell you how it was.
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Begeinng~WIp
Ever since I was a young child i've sean how I couldn't lose my memory,as much as I tried,it just wouldn't copoeraite with me.

Meets care taker~ WIP
Art of it:

[Neara]

Lolz Thank you everyone woah alot of views and likes already 8D <3

@Runawaywolf and Everyone - unshaded/highlighted pic with original colors has been posted for art work, if you want you can make her blue a bit darker along with her cream colored stripes if they don't show up that well for you as they are now :}

[Alaska.]

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MAJOR WIP I'm so sorry!

[not here sorry!]

She's gorgeous. I WANT HER. 8D
MARKING. ^_^