[Shark-salad]

# of Pup you want: #1 please
Name: Alaria (a-lar-ea)
Gender: female
Short Story: Alaria was a little pup only 4 months old she was adventerouse and loved to run around and play. Her best friend Ryan was mutch like Alaria. Sadly though Ryan and Alaria's parents never let them do ANYTHING with out them watching the two pups. One day Alaria and Ryan were sitting in the den play fighting with each other when there parents walked started to walk out Alarias mother,Lotis, called out behind her "Pups me and your parents are gonna be hunting ok? don't get into any trouble while were gone" Once Lotis was gone Ryan and Alaria turned there heads to look at eachother and whispered at the same time "we should go exploring!" Then they Stalked out of the den hiding in every bush they could find. Once they were out of camp they started to run around cheering "whoo hoo were finally out!" After a while of cheering they lied on there stomachs out of breath. "now what should we do?" asked Ryan "um, why dont we go hunt?" suggested Alaria "that sounds like a great idea! mabye after we could go off territory" Suggested Ryan "off territory? that sounds fun!" Alaria shouted

Ryan and Alaria hadnt caught much only Ryan caught a mouse. They werent disapointed from the hunt at all so right away they headed off territory to see what they could find. They entered a dark field. "whoa" Alaria whispered. They kept walking around the field "this place is starting to creep me out lets go back" Ryan said fear in his voice "agreed" Alaria said. When they turned around to go back they saw a kronador standing right infront of them "RUN!" Alaria screamed. Ryan and Alaria Bolted off the kronador close on there heels. Just then a streak of brownish blackish fur came and headbutted the kronador. Ryan and Alaria froze watching the adult fight and kill the kronador all by himself. As the wolf made the final killing stike Alaria realized who the wolf was "DAD!" She ran forward and nuzzled her father "me and your mother were so worried Alaria, your parents were scared to death for you Ryan"
her father, Romulus, said "im sorry dad me and Ryan just wanted to explore im so sorry" Alaria said happy to see her father "its ok lets just head back ok" Romulus sighed

They got back to camp and in the den safely. That Kronador attack didnt discouraged Ryan and Alaria though because a weel later they ran into ANOTHER one.
Art of the pup: with out armor

with armor

Other:

[MelodiousNocturne]

# of Pup you want: 4
Name: Anicetus
Latin for "unconquerable"
Gender: Male

Short Story/ History: WIP

Art of the pup: WIP

Other:

[Rohan.]

(aww number six is so cute! but i suck at making forms/posts for males some reason lolz)

[Chii-sai]

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;;Number Two;;

;;Name;;
Leilani
["Heavenly Flower"]

;;Nick Names;;
"Lei" - "Lani" - "Nini"

;;Why "Leilani"?;;
Unfortunately, I had already named her when I was informed that it would be a booster to name her something Roman/Greek... but I couldn't bring myself to rename her! Leilani just has a certain ring to it that made me pick it. And, my favorite part, it sets my W.O.I. up for many nicknames for her friends and relatives. In a way, her name is an oxymoron, seeing as it's a bit more feminine compared to Lani's rough and tumble attitude... but it fits her, and to me sounds exotic and beautiful in it's own way!

;;Gender;;
Female

;;Personality;;
-Tomboy. Having grown up with four brothers and only one sister, Lani enjoys running through the forest and getting dirty. This characteristic is also a given, seeing as there isn't any room for soft feelings- she's a warrior. She's going to be fighting in a war one day, and needs all the training she can get.

-Anxious. Lani's anxiousness springs from her thoughts on becoming a warrior. She's worried about a number of things: a few highlights being her family and friends becoming injured or killed, her own self sacrifice for her pack brothers, and recklessness on the battle field. Ni often hears terrifying stories from her parents about whole families dying in the heat of battle, and is terrified that her whole family will be killed, leaving her all alone to mourn her losses.
Lani's also anxious about battling in general. She knows her strengths and weakness', and she knows she can fight fairly well for her age, but she's not cocky, and knows there are those stronger than she.

-Rowdy. Ni is a ball of energy, and rarely tires down toward the end of the day. Her parents have a hard time getting her to settle down for bedtime- mind you, just about anything at all. This character trait will mellow out as she gets older and become more mature, but there will always be a part of her filled with unending energy.

-Serious. This trait will set in once she's older, but she does show hints of it in her pup hood. Although Ni is quite boisterous and energetic, she has been known to have mood swings- sometimes instantly- to where she becomes very serious. It's not random: usually the situation calls for it.

-Mood Swings. As stated above, Ni gets mood swings- not continuously, like every day, and not drastically different (excited to depressed, for example). She's not sure why she's like this, and she can't stop it from happening- she's just expressing her feelings.

-Responsible. Although she's bouncy and quite crazy, Lei is very responsible for her age. She usually does what he parents tell her to do the first time. There are, obviously, times when she's in a bad mood, and won't do it, but for the most part, she obeys.

-Adventurous. Lani loves to explore and go on as many adventures as possible. When she was younger, she was one of the first ones out of the den. When no ones around, Ni secretly sneaks off to explore on her own, although she manages to get in trouble almost every time.

-Bossy. Ni can be VERY bossy at times, and likes to take over as one of the leaders of her siblings. This irritates her siblings greatly, and she apologizes profusely, but she can't seem to help her self. When her mind is set, she doesn't like to have others changing her mind. This applies to games, and, possibly in the future, battle strategies.

-Touchy. Lei isn't touchy as in "oversensitive", but in better words, she requires touch from others. This means a rub of the flank, or the touch of someones tail. She doesn't exactly know why she needs it, but she knows that it's hard to go a day without someones physical touch. Her mother tells her she's been like that since she was born, and always slept the closest to Lotis at night.

;;Storytelling Angst;;
;Lost in the Woods;
"Momma?" I whipped around, tears filling my eyes, "Momma!?"
'Be brave, Leilani...'
I jumped as a voice whispered past my ear. Turning my head around, I found I was still alone, lost in the woods of Isket. Even the faint glow of the moonlight on the blue grass didn't comfort my fears. Late that night, I had been awoken by a glowing creature that scurried by me in the darkness of our home. Being the curious pup I was, I followed, hunting my prey with relentless fierceness. I would show my parents I could be brave and strong!
But in following the creature, I had lost my way deep into the woods, and once I noticed that I had no idea where I was, it was too late. I tried to follow my scent back, but all the smells of the forest overwhelmed and confused me to the brink of tears.
Finally giving up, I sat my bum down on the ground, staring deep into the small pool of water in front of me. The glistening, mirrored surface of the water was broken every once in a while by my dropping tears.
How was I ever going to get home? Would I die out here, never to see my parents, sister and brothers ever again?
'Leilani...'
I jumped to my paws, a growl vibrating in my throat as I tensed my body. There was that voice again. Who was following me so late in the night?
"Show yourself!" I barked into leaves and trees, my clear blue eyes searching for anything irregular.
But nothing could be seen.
'Leilani... why are you crying?'
The voice came again, and suddenly, I figured out who it was. It was my mothers voice, and I was recalling a time I had been upset. The memory came back to me as though it had just happened yesterday...
"Leilani... why are you crying?" Mother asked me, her long, sweeping tail running over my back.
"They..... they were picking on me again." I sniffed, not daring to make eye contact with my mother.
"They... as in your brothers?" She asked me, sitting at my side.
I didn't answer, but instead, I nodded.
"Oh dear... be brave, Leilani. You may be small, and tiny on the outside, but on the inside, you are a Warrior of Isket. You aren't afraid of anything, and are caring and compassionate toward your litter mates and pack brothers. You defend your family and pack with your life. You're an amazing being... you believe me?"
I could feel hope surge through me, and lifted my head to look at my mother.
"Yes momma.. I understand, and I believe in myself." I said with a firm nod.
With that, I ran off to battle my brothers, and this time they weren't going to win.
Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the stars, gathering my wits and scenting for my trail and my family.
Finally catching my scent, I raced through the brush and grass, feeling my hope soar like wings.
Screeching to a halt, I began to pant, staring up at the looming cave in front of me.
I made it.

;A Nip of Compassion;
"What do you wanna play Nini?"
I glanced up at the sound of my brothers voice. I had been busy doodling on the moist soil with my claws as my siblings bickered over what game to play.
"I dunno..." I muttered, my eyes flickering up to the clear sky, surveying the clouds and bright sun. It was a spring day that was slowly beginning to morph into summer as the days became warmer and warmer, "How about Hide-and-Seek?"
"We played that LAST time." One of my other brothers whined with a roll of the eyes.
"Shut your yap and lets play!" My sister said, springing to her paws, "You're it Nico!"
"I'm ALWAYS it..." Nico grumbled, shutting his eyes in the process.
With a half smile, my siblings and I rushed off in opposite directions.
after a moment of hesitation and thought, I knew exactly where I wanted to hide- it was my secret spot where I wandered off to when I wanted to be alone, or without my siblings. It was a crevice that could be reached by a crumbling stairway of stones. It was a few feet off of the ground by the entrance of our elaborate caves, and anything my size was practically invisible, hidden by the brown stones.
I raced over to the smalls stairs, jumping up them one by one. By the top, I had nearly lost my breath, but the adrenaline drummed through my veins.
I skidded to a halt at the entrance of the crevice, met by two golden eyes.
"Finders keepers." One of my brothers, Damon snarled.
"That was MY spot!" I growled back, my ears drawn back.
"Well too bad!"
With a pump of anger running through me, I raced down the stairs, listening to Nico count. He was almost done.
Without thinking, I veered to the left, running toward a huge field filled with tall blue grass that easily towered over me by a good foot and a half.
I raced into it, running farther and farther away from the clearing my siblings were hiding in. Feet, yards, miles!. Suddenly, I skidded to a halt, my heart stopping.
I wasn't supposed to be here.
This was the only place I wasn't supposed to be, and I had run right into it.
With a blur or speed and horror, I spun around. Which way had a come from? My heart began to pound harder and harder, threatening to burst from my chest.
"Child... why are you scared?"
I froze as a particularly haunting voice curled toward me.
Slowly as I could go- it could have been hours.. days- I turned to see a creature standing in front of me, it's sickly green eyes smiling down at my small, shaking frame.
Kronador.
A whine of terror escaped my throat. I tried to hide it with a cough, something, but it made it's way to the creatures ears.
It gave a shallow laugh.
But before it could take one step toward me, a giant figure leaped over me and clashed straight into the Kronador. Two others, clad in gleaming silver and golden armor appeared from the sides, charging head first into the creatures sides.
In a flash, the first figure (also clad in armor),who had first jumped at the Kronador, stood in front of me, staring down at me with beady black eyes.
"Run."
I would have followed his order right away if it hadn't been for the fear that held me in place.
With his large snout, the warrior turned me around, sending up a small dust storm. He then proceeded to snap dangerously near the fur of my rump. That got my attention.
With as much speed as I could muster, I bolted toward my home, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. I was lucky.

;An Uncontrollable Setback;
"Faster!"
I could feel the heat of the sun baring down on the nape of my neck as I ran forward, not even the breeze was able to cool it down.
My muscles screamed in protest as I picked up speed, and my breaths became short and quick as I fought to cool my body down. These exertions would definitely be taking a toll my body tomorrow. But I couldn't think about tomorrow. I had to think about now. A warrior never let his or her mind wander in the heat of battle. That would be their down fall.
"One's behind you!"
As quickly as my mind could comprehend the words yelled at me, I did a once over of my surroundings.
Rock.
Bunching the muscles in my legs, I leaped to the closest rock to me, smooth brown one at least three times higher then myself.
Amazingly enough, I barely made it onto the top. I had just enough to turn around and search for my attacker when I was tackled off of the rock and onto the grassy ground below.
"Dead."
Gasping, I laid my head down against the ground in defeated, shocked by the feeling in my legs and arms.
My attacker stood above me, silhouetted by the sun above us.
With a frown of disappointment, my teacher stood up off of me with a small shake of his head.
"You could have done better." He said grumpily.
"Yeah, I know." I answered back sharply, narrowing my eyes.
With another shake of his head, he turned around, beginning his way back home.
Swiftly and quietly, I stood up. I quieted my breaths, snuck roward and.. success!
I leaped for Cassiuson, landing him square in the back.
With an "oof!", he landed nose first in the ground. I could tell he wasn't pleased by my maneuver.
"Dead." I laughed.
And before I could tell what he was thinking, he had shoved me off, and, once again, gained control of the situation by putting both paws on my shoulders, stopping my struggling.
With a sigh of exasperation, I stared up at my mentor and best friend.
I had been training for a few months now, and both Cassiuson and I had grown to love each other- although I could call it more of a love-hate relationship. We constantly got on each others nerves.
Cass was quite a few months older than me, and, thus, bigger than me. He was blend of light colors- grays, whites, and light blues, with amazing hazel eyes.
"Dead again." He said with a smirk. After a quick lick to my cheek, Cass released me and we both began our way home. The sun was falling in the sky, signalling all of us warriors and warriors in training to get back home. Our lands weren't safe at night; especially for barely trained warriors like myself.
"You're getting better though." Cass said modestly, breaking the pregnant pause that had fallen between us.
"Really?" I asked, a flame of excitement lighting in my heart.
"Nope."
With a laugh, I head butted his shoulder, taking in his scent in the process, incorporating it to my thoughts. Small memories like this made my life all the more better.
We walked together in silence once more, our pelts brushing together every once in a while, sending small shivers through my skin.
I didn't really know how I loved him- a love like a child loves a sibling? Or an adult figure? Or did I really admire him, for his personality and characteristics? Whatever the case, I still had time to think on it. We were both young, and had other matters on our minds.
A rustling in the woods made us pause mid-step, both of our fur standing on end.
I scented the air carefully, taking in each scent separately, and trying to decipher what was stalking us in the brush.
In a lightning flash movement, Cass had shoved me aside, taking the full force of the Kronador that was ambushing us. Before I could see what was happening, the Kronador was upon me, ready to rip me to shreds with its razor sharp teeth.
My adrenaline kicked in with a powerful dose, and I successfully pushed the Kronador off of me before he could do any real damage- aside from a few scratches.
With my ears held back and my lips pulled up over my teeth in a snarl, I growled at the creature in front of me, each hair raising on my back as I tried to make myself look menacing.
The Kronador snarled back, it's smooth tight skin revealing the power hidden in it's muscles. I felt a wave of fear crash over me. How were we going to get out of this one alive?
As a spur of a minute thought, I lifted my head to the now purple and orange sky and let out a howl, telling the others of our distress.
I was cut off mid-howl as the Kronador barreled into me, knocking the breath out of my lungs, and making me momentarily cross eyed.
I recovered as quickly as I could, and bit into the lip of the creature, its hot, stinky breath coming down on me like fog.
I gasped for air, crushed by the weight of the Kronador. Finally finding a bit of strength, I whipped my head to the ride, ripping a chuck of flesh from the Kronadors lip.
It let out a noise of pain, one I couldn't exactly describe with words, but didn't let me go.
My legs and paws clawed at the Kronadors soft underside, my dull claws doing just about nothing.
I was going to die.
My fidgeting and thrashing about was beginning to wear me down, which was exactly what the monster wanted.
"Get off of my daughter!"
I felt a pump of relief as I bit down hard on the Kronadors brightly colored nose. Romulus.
The weight began to disappear as more and more warriors showed up, prying the fighting Kronador of my body. With a final pull, I was safely out of reach of the now despairing Kronador.
Cass.
I remembered my friend, and suddenly grew worried. Where had he been while I was fighting the Kronador.
I quickly found his light fur among the crowd. He was sitting, thank the gods, with his back to me, his head leaning against the rock he had been thrown against when the Kronador attacked.
I limped over to him, my fur covered with blood (my own, plus the Kronadors), but relief surged through me as I realized he was safe and alive.
"Are you alright, Cass?" I asked as I came within hearing distance of him.
"I can't see." I said numbly.
"I know.. it's getting dark. We really should have started back-"
"No, Lei, I mean I can't SEE."
He turned around, the right side of his light colored face was smeared with blood, but both eyes were open. I couldn't see any difference between how his eyes had been before, and how they were now. I didn't understand what he meant.
"But... you just hit your head. I'm sure you'll be able to see just fine in the morning." I said, trying to come up with some sensible reason as to why he couldn't see.
His face contorted into a mask of rage.
"Don't you get it!?" He snarled, standing to his full potential, "I can't see out of my right eye, and I never will! I can't ever become a full warrior!"
I shrank back, upset by his sudden change of behavior.
His face still filled with rage and pain, Cass stumbled off into the night, following the others (who had successfully defeated the Kronador) back home, every once in a while tripping over a rock, or bumping into someone on his right side.
Cass never wanted to talk to me again after that. I think he blamed me, although the reasoning of it was completely ludicrous. So I lost my best friend the day he lost his right eye sight. I gained momentary stardom from my pack brothers for actually surviving an attack by myself, and he lost the ability to ever fight again.
The irony I felt hurt.

;;Theme Songs;;
Ironic- Alanis Morissette

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures
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The Call- Regina Spektor
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

;;Why "Ironic" and "The Call"?;;
I chose "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette for a few reasons. One being the end of the last story, and the second, I find irony an interesting aspect of life, and so does Lani. There's not much more I can say about it, other then it can perfectly describe ones life and actions, including Leilani's.
And lastly, I chose "The Call" by Regina Speckor because of the first story I wrote. It's about Leilani's hope and her self belief (or lack there of). The Call is not mainly about hope, but it is a part of it. It's a beautiful, heart wrenching song that makes someones heart and soul soar when they hear it, and hopefully it'll give Lei some strength.

;;Armor Ideas;;
I was thinking of modelling Lei's armor a little more after her mother then her father. Only hers would have a bit more blue and, of course, a few more trinkets that will make it unique to her alone. I was going to create my own, but then remembered I can't draw armor to save my life!

;;Art of Leilani;;
<3
By Wolfehh
Don't Own Lineart


;;Why I'd Like Her;;
I've been watching for the perfect W.O.I. puppy for some time now, but I haven't really seen one I like. Lani, on the other hand, really stood out. I bookmarked this thread, and kept a look out for the puppies, and once Nini popped up, I definitely knew she was the perfect little warrior. I think my favorite feature about her would have to be those pale blue eyes, although the natural colors are a definite plus. Although I love her mothers bright yellow nose, and the assortment of colors W.O.I.'s come in, natural colors are just... wonderful. I'd do as much art of her as I can, and I would definitely join the R.P.! I'd love to have her, and I'm so glad you've considered me! Thanks a ton!

;;Other;;

(Apologies for the long and tedious form- I just want the best chance I can have! And sorry for any typos you spot. I went through this about a million times searching for any... thanks again for your consideration!)
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[InkompleteWish]

Nummer of the pup you want:
Nummer 2^^
Name:
Atsuko
Gender:
Female
Short History:
The name Atsuko is from Japanese origin. It means something like "Kind Child" or "Warm Child".
Atsuko always wondered why her mother gave her the name through, as she saw herself rather unsocial and rude. Through it wasn't always like this. There was once a time when she was really happy and kind. She would always go on adventures, even through her parents prohibited it. She hadn't had many friends at that time, because she was to shy and it didn't really change since that day due to her appearence and her new attitude.

She had found a hare once, a pure white hare and it's family. She knew that they were actually food for her kind, but she still befriended it. She always sneeked away and had gone to play with it. It was her best friend at that time. The hare always waited for her to come and play, so it walked out of ist safe den and waited with it's white fur in the grass.

But that peace didn't last long, the family and her only and best friend were killed by Kronadors, before her very own eyes. She knew that she couldn't help them anymore, she knew that it was her fault. She knew that she wasn't a match for them, they would easily kill her. She was able to run away, home to her 'family'. After she returned that day, she cried, cried without stopping. Her only friend dead, her own soul, dead. She vowed to revenge their dead, to kill ever Kronadors that she meets, even if she would die trying it. She loved him, not as a 'pet' but more like a real friend and 'brother'. She has a strong sense of justice and her bonds to her family and friends are so strong, she would die for them. That was only before her friends dead through, now she tries to avoid everyone.

She respects the alphas of the pack, her attitute however is hindering her to fully listen to them. She knows that they have more experience in fights and life in general. She thinks it's better to learn out of your mistakes and build your life yourself, not being controlled by someone. She admires their strength and wants to be as strong as them. She doesn't really like it if she is being orderd around, she listens in fights through. She knows that one wrong move could kill her, especially because of the fact that Kronadors are mercyless.

She changed over the years, becoming even more distant to her family and her packmates. Her eyes had become lifeless, her movements, slow and gloomy. She was still kind of nice to elders and pups, however. She vowed to herself, not to make any friends, so that something like in the past couldn't happen again. She doesn't want to bring anyone into danger, she felt useless. Her parents wondered how she became like that, they didn't know that she had met Kranadors once before. They tried to change her to the way she was before again, not successful. She stayed that way, cold, rude and content.

She will give everything in fights, she will fight rutheless and mercyless. She grew strong and agile over the years, being feared for her bloody fighting style. She will let her enemys taste her pain, the pain to die innerly. She will drench herself in their blood, smiling at every dead body. She won't stop until she dies, that way she can be at least a bit of help to her pack, to her family.

Art of the pup:
Atsuko without armor, Lineart by Cougar

Without Armor, my drawing(part of body, big, URL)
http://oi54.tinypic.com/w12tdc.jpg
Without Armor, my drawing(full body, small, URL)
http://oi51.tinypic.com/wv7kgp.jpg
With armour(sketch, not real armor)

The armor is mostly covered with spikes, it is out of metal. It has a few gold strikes here and there. It is also a dark armor, mostly dark metal, not silver. The armor is a bit like roman armor, not much but it does have a touch in it. The armor has on its head and shoulder piece a symbol in dark red. The thing on her hind paws are leather protectors. On the front leg are metal claws, over her own claws, like a arm guard of a knight.
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4z_uk_P7MU/SOAxFGL8GwI/AAAAAAAADKc/80DuY9cMT9k/s400/_Symbol.JPG
Other:
I don't really mind if i don't get her. I love the WoI's and will try my best during the next litter, if i am not accepted. I will keep trying my best and try to improve myself so that im worthy of owning my own WoI. If i am accepted, what i don't believe, then i need help with the armor. I have a vague idea, but i need help to create the armor. I might try to include it.^^

[Chasing Dreams]

# of Pup you want:
The handsome, and eligant #3 please

Name:
Mikró alla Panischyro -Mikró for short- (Which means small but mighty in Greek)
I gave him this name becaue he is smaller then the others but mighty.

Gender:
Male

Short Story/ History:

I was born June 28 2011. The third of the litter, also the smallest. My father picked my name Mikró alla Panischyro. It ment small but mighty, a little indication that I was the smallest of the litter. I was looked down upon by my brothers and sisters. They were all larger, even my mother pondered about leaving me to the Kronadors. Every night I would sleep in a different under-ground unit, all along, I would think of different ways that I could leave, with out anyone knowing. Surely they did not care about me, so if I did leave, I would be like the dust that collects in their brains. A hollow, faint whisper in their minds. But there was one special wolf, I looked up to him and he looked up at me. We smiled at echother, he was the one who gave me my name.
"Mikró alla Panishchyro." I would hear him singing my name over and over, like a favorite song.
"Father, please call me Mikró." I would say laughing and climbing all over him.
"There will never be a day in history when I call you that." And he was right, he never would even say Mikró. It was like a curse to him, if you said it, it would be all over. I dreamed of getting my armor, gold, silver, and with that red poofy hair piece at the top of the helmet. I wanted armor just like my dads. It was my dream, so I decided to stick with it. My brothers would come over, with little wooden armor on, that they made out of sticks.
"Hey were is your armor?" They would tease and trot around me in circles everyonce in a while prodding me with the sharpest points on their little wooden armor.
"My armor is comming, and you will all see, when I am older and all grown up, I will have the best armor." I would snarl at them.
The days got shorter and the air got crisper, covering the blue grass in frost. It was know time for all the pups to go to warrior trainning. The battle grounds, covered in blood. That is where they trained us. At least that is what I heard.

All the pups were gathered together, and we sat in a line. Are tails flicking back and forth as we wondered who would be picked to be warriors. The others would stay scouts/guards. Or even trainees. Ten strong and big pups marched out to a little path, wagging their tails behind them, because they know new, that they would become the next warriors. Four of my brothers and sisters were in that lines. All of them but me. I sunk to the ground, and lay there not moving. I was an unneeded pup, to small to do anything, and to dumb to be able to learn anything. I would become an unknown. Someone who has no rank, and no life to continue. My heart stung at that idea, I had to get into the group. I had to learn how to be a warrior. What would my father think? Would he hate me know. I sighed at the thought of him never singing my name in song form again. And soon that sigh turned into a whimper, and then a cry. Would my father ever care about me like he use to. I walked away, waiting for my brain to come up with a good idea, of how I would get into the group. But it didn't. I passed my father, and he looked down at the ground, and let out a sigh whimper. I let out one to, but he couldn't hear it. I hoped he would yell at the wolf who picked out the ten pups, and make me join. But he didn't. So I walked away, down to my own little tunnel unit, and slept the night away.
Just wondering what would happen next.

Art of the pup:
Mikró

Mikró in his armor




Other:
I really love the creation of the w.o.I. I think it is amazing and spectacular. And has come a very long way. I have always hoped one day to have one of these because they are So touching, and every one has there own personality, spunk and different nature. I wish to join you guys in the rp's, drawing them together. I would love to draw mine, if I won. I really. Hope this is my chance, and I am so exited. Thank you for taking your time, please I don't wish to sound desperate, they are just so beautiful. But thanks anyways. And congratulations to the people who win them.

[Kaylawolf]

# of Pup you want:
Well, since I loved the designs of the parents, I knew that they would have beautiful pups, and I think I was right. It was hard to choose which pup I would like to try to adopt, and for the first time I chose a male. The handsome pup, number 5.

Name:
This pup, like all other Warriors of Isket, needs a special name. Like they need their armor, they need a unique name like they need unique armor; for the idea of this male’s name I chose a name with Greek history. He was named after a Greek God of War, Ares, the reason behind his name being a physical and/or violent part of war, is because he was once a easily angered pup, and young adult. He shows the physical valor necessary for success in a war, but he is sometimes a dangerous force for both enemy and ally. That is why Ares is the ideal name for this pup, number 5.

Gender:
The gender of this pup is what fits it's design best, a male.

Describe Ares personality:

~Strong minded~
Ares is very strong minded, he is very determined to finish the mission he has started, and take down the Kronador he is after. Sometimes, Ares will not listen to his father or mother, but that is very rare; he would rather just do it his own way. The only time Ares would do that is when he is absolutely sure he will get this Kronador down, and so they do not hurt the ones he loves or any one else for the rest of its life.

~Easily Angered~
Ares is easily angered at little things like: someone demanding respect from him, if they want respect from Ares they are going to have to respect him first before he will respect him, he is also annoyed by Warriors that they think they are better than everyone else. He will fight anyone, it doesn't matter who or what rank they are he will stand up to them for what he believes in.

~Caring~
He is like a book, on the outside is a hard cover over soft pages, filled with information that few wolves know. Ares's eyes always lite up when he sees pups play, or just a small pup sleeping in the shade, trying to escape the sun. He may have a hard outside, but when you find you way in to his soft side, you will see that he is a caring, sweet male. Who would risk his life for the ones he loves and cares about. Although, he may act as if he dislikes his siblings, deep down he really cares about them, and would fight for them. (But, don't tell anyone. xD)

~Defending~
Ares will defend any one who he cares, or loves, with his life, he will stand by your side, and defend what you have to say. Ares will defend his family, and will easily risk his life to take down whoever is endangering his family and cared ones. He will stop at nothing to take the enemy down, to have his family safe.

~Opened Minded~
Ares will act how he wants, where he want to anyone. With other Warriors of Isket, hhe will cooperate with them, if they respect him first, then he will respect them. But, if they do not and they demand them to do something, Ares will not listen and completely ignore them, then go on his own way to do the job he was assigned to. He will be opened minded with mother and father, but Ares will not, normally, disobey them, because he greatly respects his parents. But, Ares will speak up to Rayo, or any of the Alphas, if he disagrees with what they have planed for war, or battle.

~Loyal/Trustful~
This Warrior of Isket my be easily angered but he is very loyal and trustworthy, once you earn his trust of course. Ares will risk his life for the ones he trusts, and stand by you for what you believe in. If you tell him a secret, he will keep that secret and take it to the grave. (He wont tell that secret, even after he dies.)

Theme Song:
Lowlife By: Theory of a Deadman (Warning Swearing)

Reason behind the theme song:
The reason I chose this song for Ares is because he doesn't care what other Warriors think of him: he is happy to be him and no one can change that. He loves who he is, and he would want a mate who can understand that, or is like him in that way.

Short Story/ History:

(In the story the names of Ares's siblings are: Pup one, Lauren, pup two, Katina, pup three, Mat, pup four, Shasta, pup six, Zach.)

~Now~
I flared my golden Warrior eyes open. My muscles tensed up, as my fangs became bared; my eyes focused up at my enemy, with a menacing glare in my golden eyes. I could see the muscles in the Kronador ripple threw his tough skin, as he walked closer and closer to me. My lips where up, exposing my large fangs, ready to take him down. It's dark aqua head watched my every move I made. My tail was up high as was my head; the armor on my body shined from the moonlight. On my helmet, I could feel the fur blow in the wind, exposing the hidden daggers on my helmet.

The Kronador who was facing me stared me down, ready to charge. He let out a loud roar of battle, and he charged towards me. I held my place and let go a strong snarl out of my muzzle. When he charged I lunged forward, and ran towards him. I could feel the adrenalin pumping threw my vanes, flowing threw out my body. My heart pounded on my chest, it felt as if it was ready to jump out; my golden eyes became bloodshot and my ears filled with the roars of battle, and my snarls. Foot by foot, now became inch by inch as I got closer to my horrid enemy.

~Earlier That Day~
"Ares!" I flicked my ear to the yell from my father, Romulus. My sisters looked at him and smirked.
"Ohhh..." They said in unison.
"Your in trouble Ares." Lauren said with a amused smile on her muzzle. I narrowed my eyes at my sisters and growled, but they just looked at each other and laughed. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the sound of my father's yell. My father was one I looked up to, and I don't like to upset him, but I do it anyways. I really don't know why I just do, I feel like I have to snap back at my siblings, it's not my fault that they annoy the heck out of me.

Who cares if I'm not the most hansom pup in the litter, oh no, that was Shasta. He got all the girls, along with Zach, and I was left with really no one. Was I the smartest? No, that's Zach and Cat. I was the strongest of the litter. And Lauren was the whiniest pup of the litter, she was the one I have gotten in the most fights with.

I let a annoyed sigh when I left my sisters site and I could see my father up ahead. My pace from a walk turned in to a fast trot then slowed down when I came close to my father. I focused my golden eyes up at him. "Yes?" I asked him, to see why he yelled for me. He let a slight sigh out of his muzzle.
"Your brother Zach was injured by a Kronador while he was patrolling the North Nide." He sat down next to me. I growled slightly to what he said, I have hated those Kronadors ever since I laid my eyes on them six mouths ago. When I heard who got hurt I was even more angry, I liked Zach more than any of my other siblings. He almost balances me out from everyone else.
"Is he.. Alive?" I asked, prepared for the worst.
"Yes. But he was badly injured and is now being taken care of by the Shaman, Igino." My father spoke. "And I want you, along with two other Warriors to push back the two Kronadors" He looked down at me, he didn't have to look far down as I was almost his height. I nodded back to him.
"I will, father." I said proudly to him. "Who will come with?" I asked, hoping it was none of my siblings.
"A Warrior who lives up in the north side, to navigate you and the other Warrior I am sending with you." I looked at him confused.
"I need a Warrior not some navigator. I know the North Side like the back of my paw, father. I would need a warrior do navigate me if I were going to the South Side." Romulus looked at me and nodded.
"Ok, I will send another Warrior to go with you and the other Warrior." I nodded, thankful.
"Thank you, father. I wont disappoint you." I smiled to him, then stood up, but my father stopped me.
"But first, Ares, you must come with me to a meeting, about how we will attack." Romulus said to me, also stood up and headed towards the Alpha's meeting den. I sent my father a happy smile when he invited me to the meeting. Maybe, he saw something in me that the others did not, and hopefully Rayo will see that too.

My father and I both arrived at the den and every one was there waiting for us. Rayo and his caring mate Soraya sat up high on a rock, where the Chiefs sat, and circling them where the Alphas. Dax and his mate Amanra, Arkhantos and his mate Kiamé, then it was my father and I. I bowed to the Chiefs, and the rest of the Alphas, I particularly hate bowing to other wolves, but they were an exception, being Chiefs and Alphas. Rayo cleared his thought to begin the meeting.
"As I have learned, there was a breach in the security on the North Side." Rayo began. "And, some of our Warriors were injured by the chimeras, or Kronadors. I plan to send Ares and two other Warriors to the North Side to control the Krondaors until we send our whole army to the scene." I looked at Rayo confused and spoke.
"No." The Alphas looked at me confused at what I said, I knew I was not aloud to speak unless spoken to, but I didn't care. I heard Dax whisper to my father. "What is your son doing?" My father did not reply, because he also was shocked, and embarrassed that I spoke up.
"What?" Rayo looked down at me, angered that I had spoke.
"I have a different idea, Lord Rayo." I said, looking up at him and then his mate, maybe she would like to hear.
"You are hear to observe not pitch ideas, pup." He had a slight growl in his voice. Soraya, on the other hand looked at her mate and said calmly. "Rayo, calm down. Let him speak." Rayo looked at his mate and sighed, she licked his cheek. "Thank you." She then turned to me. "Go ahead, dear." She smiled to me.
"Thank you." I said to her and began. All the Alphas looked at me, even my father. "No, we should not send the whole army to the North Side. That is what the Kronadors want, they wont have their whole army there, because they know that you will send the the whole army there. So, I think we should only sent me and the two other Warriors like you said before, then sent one platoon behind us, because they will know we are weak on our South Side and they will attack there. If we don't have Warriors there, the South Side, they will take more territory away from us. We may gain a little on the North Side but, we will loose more on the South Side if we send the whole army to the North." I said intelligently and proud.

Rayo looked down at me, surprised at what I said, I could tell that he did not think about Kronadors attacking the South Side. He nodded, agreeing with me. My tail wagged slightly, happy that he accepted my idea. "Ok I guess I did not think about that." He said to me. "We will go along with Ares's idea." Rayo looked down at me. "I will send you off at dusk with my daughter, Mizuki. You will be in charge and I will tell her that." I nodded to him. I don't personally like Mizuki, every time I see her it seems as if she acts like a stuck up little brat. After that the meeting ended and my father and I started to walk back to our den to talk to my mother and get things ready.

My mother, Lotis came walking up to my father. "So how was the meeting?" She asked my father, then looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at my mother.
"Ares spoke out at Rayo." Romulus decided to give her the bad news.
"What?!" She asked her mate and looked at me. Before I could say anything my father continued and told her what happened and what I said to Rayo and how he responded. She gave a sigh of relief and smiled down at me. "Good job, you better go get ready it's almost dusk." She smiled to me. "Thank you mother." I replied and walked back to the den where my siblings where.

My brother Shasta came up to me with a smirk on his muzzle. "I heard you spoke out at Rayo at the meeting. Whats your punishment? Watching the pups? Fetching food for the pack? Or is it cleaning the camp?" He laughed at me. I smiled at him then smirked.
"I get to go fight a Kronador with Mizuki." I smirked, Shasta had always had a huge crush on her. "While you get to stay here begging for scraps like a little pup." I said in a teasing voice. "At least I was invited to sit in at a meeting." Now that shut Shasta up, and he walked away, mad and not so confident as he was before. I laughed and got my armor on, and ate my fill of a large buck. After I was done I said my good byes to my mother and father. Then I headed off to Rayo and Mizuki.

I walked up to Rayo and Mizuki, and Rayo told us what we had to to. Also, he said he would send the first platoon in the morning after us. I nodded, then Mizuki and I ran off to the North Side. As we ran Mizuki spoke up. "I heard you spoke up to my father. I suggest you don't do that when I am Cheif." I thought to my self. Where the heck did she get the idea that she was going to be the next Cheif? I had enough of her.
"Who said you would be the Cheif?" I growled. "The way I see it, if you where Chief the Kronadors will take over Isket." I glared my fierce golden eyes at her. "Remember what your father said? I am in charge, so you better shut your muzzle, brat, or I will." I bared my fangs at her. I don't care if she is Rayo's daughter, Rayo set me in charge not her, and I want these Kronadors out of the Warriors of Isket's territory. She said nothing more for the rest of the run to the North Side.

We stopped, and I flicked my ear to the slight sounds of mumbling from a chimeras, Mizuki was about to say something before I 'shushed' her. "Listen." I whispered, and she listened and nodded, she could hear them.
"We should wait until the platoon comes." Mizuki suggested.
"No. That's to long we need to go now. There is two of them, we can hold them until the platoon comes." I said to her.
"Ok." She replied, some what mad that we did not go with her plan. I nodded and she fallowed me as we came closer to the Kronadors. We became closer and closer and the wind blew towards the Kronadors, and they caught our sent and roared. We snarled and ran towards them. Mizuki and I split up, each of us taking a Kronador by ourselves.

I flared my golden Warrior eyes open. My muscles tensed up, as my fangs became bared; my eyes focused up at my enemy, with a menacing glare in my golden eyes. I could see the muscles in the Kronador ripple threw his tough skin, as he walked closer and closer to me. My lips where up, exposing my large fangs, ready to take him down. It's dark aqua head watched my every move I made. My tail was up high as was my head; the armor on my body shined from the moonlight. On my helmet, I could feel the fur blow in the wind, exposing the hidden daggers on my helmet.

The Kronador who was facing me stared me down, ready to charge. He let out a loud roar of battle, and he charged towards me. I held my place and let go a strong snarl out of my muzzle. When he charged I lunged forward, and ran towards him. I could feel the adrenalin pumping threw my vanes, flowing threw out my body. My heart pounded on my chest, it felt as if it was ready to jump out; my golden eyes became bloodshot and my ears filled with the roars of battle, and my snarls. Foot by foot, now became inch by inch as I got closer to my horrid enemy.

He came closer to me and at the split second I avoided running into him when I ran to the right of him. I slammed my body into the side of the chimera, knocking him down. I backed up from him and he stood up and charged me again, but this time I ran to him; once I came close, almost under him, I jumped up and dug the daggers in my helmet, that was hidden with the fur type things on my helmet. The daggers dug threw the Kronador's tough skin, sending the large beast back. It roared in anger and pain and it charged me again, this time I jumped to the side and jumped up to the wounds I made with my helmet and dug my fangs in. I was under his mouth and in the front of his neck. My jaws were locked on his neck, he used his claws to pry me away from his neck. It was more painful to him because he was pushing me off while I still had his flesh in my muzzle and he had his large, strong claws on the tough leather that protected my chest. The Kronador used all his strength to shove me off and it worked. I flew back, landing on my paws, I snarled at him, and spit out the large amount of flesh that he tore off himself.

The large gash on his neck dripped blood every time he walked. I sent a fierce snarl at the wounded animal, and my tail flew up. I ran to the male Kronador and this time, when I jumped to bite the gash again he threw his claw in my direction, and threw me to a tree. It slashed threw the thick leather on my chest and when I was heading to the tree, I maneuvered myself and when I hit the tree, I ricocheted off the tree and on to the wound again. This time I had a larger mouth full of flesh and a vital vain in my muzzle. I growled and started to squeeze down hard, my fangs cutting the flesh. He began to shove me off but that hurt him too much, so he stopped and roared in agony. I squeezed harder and he roared louder, finally I used all my strength to rip the flesh out of his body. He screeched loudly and his body dropped to the ground, dead. I spit out the flesh and looked at Mizuki as I panted, trying to catch my breath and strength.

"Ares! Help!" Mizuki yelled as she was cornered by the large Kronador. I ignored my tiredness and ran to help her, so I jumped up on top of the chimera and clamped down on he top of his neck, right behind his ears. A blind spot for most animals. The Kronador roared in anger, his attention then turned to me instead of Mizuki. She took the advantage of attacking his upper neck, like I had done to the other Kronador. The angry beast fell over on to it's back to fall on me, but luckily I got out of the was just in time, I then sunk my fangs in to it's neck next to Mizuki. We both dug our fangs in deep and pulled, one of us, we both don't know who had his vital vane and snapped it. The Kronador let out it's final roar before it's soul left it's body.

We looked at each other, tired as can me. Threw her pants she said. "Thanks Ares." I nodded. "Don't mention it." I said then added. "We better leave to tell your father, or catch the platoon and tell them that the Kronadors are gone." I said between pants. She nodded, agreeing. After we waited for a hour or so, we left the scene and headed back to camp, to tell Rayo that he should sent at least one platoon down to the South Side to at least patrol for a week or so.

Art of the pup:
Without Armor:


With Armor:

(I will edit this, I am not happy with it so I will make it a simpler concept and make a more detailed ref of it, also make it more 'roman.' )
~About the Armor~
~The spikes are hidden by the fur on top of the helmet, because they will not know that they are there, then it makes it easy to injure them head on.
~The armor is light weight, but still is heavy. Even though it is light, no to light, it is extreamly strong metal.
~The tough leather, is about as tough as a Kronador's skin, and like the skin it can be damaged and ripped.

Other:

Reason why I want him:
There are many reasons that I would be privileged to own this beautiful male Warrior. He is the very first male I have decided to try out for, some where close, but not as close as Ares is to me. I can see him being a tough Warrior, but with a soft inside that is very hard to reach. His colors are beautiful, they blend so well together, like water in a calm stream flowing down a ice capped mountain top, and down to the evergreen forest below it. Sorry, I'm inspired by this beautiful pup. Plus, I love to have a variety of characters for me to draw when I am inspired, and he would be a beautiful edition to my other characters. Honestly, no one can compare to the species, Warriors of Isket (WoI) and I mean no one. The species itself is so unique it is indescribable. There is such a beautiful variety pf Warriors in the species, it is just jaw dropping that someone can create them all.

I think it is safe to say that I am now done with this form. I am very happy with the armor and the story. Sorry the story is so long I just love writing in his perspective, and how he thinks of things. Thank you for having these beautiful pups up for adoption. If I win him, you will not be sorry, I will take the best of care of Ares. I can promise you that for sure!
~Kayla

[Offended Cockatiel]

Will enter soon. maybe. and um Lilly the parents are already decided,what are you talking about Magic?

[Ember Sky]

Number 5#

~Name~

*~Alaska~*

~Gender~

*~Male, I think it fits this puppy very well, I'm sure he was outsanding all the others when born.~*

~Short Story/ History~

*~ ~Introduction~

Before I even had a chance to open my eyes to the new world, roam it's beauty, live as a Warrior, Kronadors had lifted me from my den, sneaking me away from my life. When I opened my eyes, glaring evil eyes stared back at me. At first, I thought I was that, but then relizing that those were not what I need to be with. I listened to my pounding heart, I searched for an escape, getting to my paws for the first time, reeling myself around threw a crack. I studdered on my heels, I wasn't even really used to this yet. I yepled, tumbling head over heels out of the darkness, my paws finding soft blue grass, it was moist and amazing, but I didn't have anytime to enjoy the sensation. I hurled myself forward, as quick as I could throwing my paws forward into a quick sprint. Listening to the shrieks behind me, they had always haunted my life.

I searched for my mother, but actually my mother found me.

I had started to grow as a Traniee, my sleek and smooth pelt glowing with steam, my bright hue eyes gleaming with power. The mist of the morning clinging to my soft pelt, reflecting the beam of lights off of my fur. I panted steadily, my heart racing it's own pace, my tounge rolling out with a steady beat. I planted my feet, raising my fur to it's highest reach, my gleaming teeth flashing in front of me. I hunched back, getting ready to attack, but until one with roar of pain came from behind me, taking my eyes off of the target, swinging back to look at the creature. Deep, blood shot eyes stared back at my shocked eyes. My mouth hung open, I had remembered the horrible faces of these, the nightmares, hauntings, and even the pain it brought me. I snapped at it, my teeth racing for the beast, my eyes following it's every move. I had to warn the others.

I threw my paws at it, jumping onto it's back, digging my claws deep inside it's leathery skin, bright red liquid running down it's back. It screamed out, peircing the calm summer winds with lumorous howls of pain. I flung my paws back, flinging threw the air onto the soft, moist grass. I ripped up the dew behind me, darting quickly from it's shallow claws. I smacked against a branch, tumbling into the bushes. I gasped, pain hitting me. I panted there, my eyes cleaning the veiw of any chimeras. I slowly walked forward, my teeth bared, growling under my breath. I slowly limped out of the thorns, almost tripping over my own feet. I howled, my voice carrying threw out Isket, mimicing the watchers call. Howls echoed my voice, hissing came from behind me. I growled, sprinting away from them, finally reaching the valley. I ran to them, barking loudly "Kronador! Chimeras! They are here!" I screamed, racing to my den. Pups where trumbeling in the corner, huddling closely together. I rolled my eyes, peeking my head out to watch the battle. All I could see from it was Blood, running, armor, and talons. I closed my eyes in pain, falling to the ground with sorrow. My mother smile down at my with a warm, comforting smile. I hung my head, smiling at her with my sparkling eyes.

Waiting for it all to be over.~*

~Art of the pup~

*~Without armor --- With Armor ~*

~Other~

*~I love the idea of W.O.I.'s I think every Warrior pup is simply amazing, but this one to me is different, what I'd call beautiful. Others may say different, but I think Alaska is just gorgeous!~ Every thing about Alaska is amazing, I can't stand here without my mouth dropping open with Awe. I think the colors and markings flow together perfectly, and it is so amazing to think about Alaska being mine. My heart pounded when I first saw, knowing Alaska is the one for me.

I could to on and on, but this is just a brief paragragh how Alaska is the one.~*

[Offended Cockatiel]

# of Pup you want:3
Name:Aristotle(Aristotélēs) I chose this name because I think it fits him. Aristotle means the Best,it is from the Greek orgin. Aristotle is a philosopher,he had great logic and wrighting working with 2 others Aristotle is one of the most important founding figures in Western philosophy.
Gender:male
Short Story/ History: Ever since I was young I was a lover of wisdom,I believed in the living being and day dreamed my life away. I was a philosopher from the start. Thinking of life for the whole day and not talking to any of my siblings at all. I knew life is a puzzle a mystery,on the chart it has no boundarys but I think about it all the time,from how my being was created to why this world looks like how it is.
Art of the pup:
Other:

when are you judging these?

# of Pup you want:5
Name:Florian
Gender:male
Short Story/ History:Florian,Florian,Florian the meaning of a flowering. I was thought to be a Warrior,but florian I wonder why...Florian? A Warrior with some good being inside? I padded through the camp slowly and saw a small flower laying on the ground. A ceremony was happening and as I started up wondering when I would get my armor a paw stepped over the small flower. A violet petalblew into the air with the wind blowing hardly.
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