[Wlyrout]

Warriors of Isket :: Tiberius
Which Pup Do I Want?

Pup 4 (♂), design by Apache: Gray male with a brown back and white chest. There are four dark brown stripes on his lower back, and a white line going down his spine. Part of his stomach is white, and his ears have a little white on them as well. He has a white chin, and white eyes. A little bit of light brown fur is on his back.

What Will His Name Be?

If I got this WOI pup, his name would be Tiberius. Because of his regal personality and father, Romulus, I named him after a previous Roman ruler. Tiberius was the second Roman emperor. Augustus, the first emporer, married Tiberius's mother, Livia. When his biological father died, Tiberius and his brother moved in with Augustus. He ended up marrying Julia, Augustus's daughter, but later sent her into exile.

Long story short, Tiberius took over when Augustus's secong grandson died and he was forced to set Tiberius as his heir. He ruled until the head of his own bodyguard killed him unexpectedly.

I chose Tiberius over other Roman names because his story really stood out to me. When I read it for the first time, I thought that it was really neat how he went from nobody as a young boy to the loyal ruler of Rome. He wasn't perfect. In fact, he had enough kwirks to balance out his military and ruling acheivments, which he had many of. He never asked for the life given to him; in fact, most of it was forced upon him, but he made the best of it and came out famous. I think that his history really explains what a real warrior should be, whether human or wolf.

A serious, introverted youth, Tiberius was not popular in Rome but won admiration & public praise for several military victories on the frontiers.

His military & administrative achievements left Rome more prosperous & more secure than when he had become emperor.

Why him?

I've been secretly stalking the WOI pound for a long while now. The pups are always great, but I was really waiting for one that caught my eye. This pup is the one for me. I gasped when I saw him. He is simply stunning, and the handsomest little warrior I have ever seen. I also think it had to do with the origin of Romulus's name. I'm fascinated with history (my friends all hate it) and I became so exited when I saw that Romulus's pups were out for adoption. I knew that with them, I could add in a touch of history as well as make a half decent story. : -)

Will you take care of him?

Of course. If I wasn't prepared to take care of him, I wouldn't have applied. Many times I have withdrawn my application because I do not feel that I want that character enough. Since you are reading this, I guess I really want him. Owning a warrior has always been my biggest dream on CS.

Personality?

Tiberius was your average pup personality wise. Well, sort of. Like all of his siblings, he was curious and adventurous. He wanted to know about everything, and because he hadn't yet learned about patience or persistence, he would often become very upset after not figuring something out immediately. His mother's replies of 'You'll know soon' or 'Oh, Tiberius!' quickly got old, and only added to his frustration. He was also quite rebellious while he was very small, and would constantly pull practical jokes on his brothers. But one day, after a false alarm of a Kronador invasion, he became very panicky. At that point he became the worrier, and a serious element settled on him. On his quest for armor, he still wasn't over the accident, and was still very fearful. Then, when he got captured... Well, you had better read the story first! ; -)

Your Short Story?

Journey for Armor
I slowly trudged along, flank to flank with another young pup. Every living and nonliving thing on Isket had seemed to stop, all just to watch us go through the first few steps of our quest. It was almost as if someone had frozen time, and it was just us. Just two young pups on a mission. No one said a word, including the other young warriors that I knew were right behind us and on our sides. The silence between us all was awkward, yet somehow peaceful. It gave me a nice chance to think things through... okay, it was a nice chance to try and calm myself down. I felt like I was about to pass out on the spot, to tell the honest truth. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, loud and strong, the rhythm only quickening as I tried to keep myself from panicking further. My partner didn't talk about my freakishness to my face, but I could sense him staring at me through the corner of his eye, probably wishing that he had a sane partner as opposed to me. The weather was perfect, and there was nothing slowing us down, but fear of the path ahead of us held us back from racing ahead. Finally daring to look to either side, I could see other groups on their way as well. The thought of not facing everything alone comforted me, and I lightly ran to catch up with my partner and the rest of the group, realizing that I had momentarily stopped in my tracks. In seconds I was back at his side, and I looked up at him with new found (and probably short-lived) confidence. When he met my gaze, I noticed a courage in his eyes that I definitely lacked. Well, he could be the one who pushed me on with his ambition, and I could be the one who kept him sane- or at least somewhat sane- with my worrying.

This day had come much too soon. I knew too well that even the eyes of my sidekick held some fear buried inside. We all knew the dangers blocking our path. We had billions of injuries and diseases to worry about, that the adults listed over and over, one by one, but above all, we knew what we really needed to look out for: Kronadors. The evil creatures were the culprits for almost every warrior's death, and not one of us would go throughout life without encountering them. Although the occasional invasion popped up now and then, they normally left us alone- as long as we were with the pack. As soon as we went out on our own, we were in danger. They knew that we would be setting out this time of year, and they were on the lookout for the wimpy pups who couldn't keep up with the group. For all I knew, they could be watching us now from the brush. No matter how scary the thought was, though, we could not turn back. This was our destiny.

Our last moment at the dens before setting off was tearful and sad. Our parents tried to put on proud grins, but they were almost as emotional as we were. Only a few managed even the weakest of smiles. I huddled next to my mother the whole time, terrified that this might be my last time seeing her. My dad stood on my other side, trying to stop my sisters' tears. Eventually, though, we all had to say let go and say goodbye. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. From there, we moved into an area of light blue grasses. I couldn't tell who was talking to us through the small masses of fur blocking my view, but at that point we were told what to do through a variety of sniffles and cries. We were just supposed to keep going. The voice told us that there were millions of routes, and that no matter which one we took, we would all get there eventually. From there, we were left alone. Slowly, one by one, we had turned and started walking. Walking away from the dens and from home.

My partner, exited as he was, picked up the pace to a light jog. I knew that he was confident, but I didn't want him to over do it. I stayed at my own rate and watched him as he pranced in front of us, amusing all of us as if we were the audience and he were a performer. When someone yelled out "Ballerina!", though, we all erupted in fits of giggles. It seemed as though we were all relieved to laugh again, instead of cry. I thought that the comment might hurt the young male, but he just smiled and came back to join us. At that point, I saw two groups veer off track on their own way. They had probably planned their path ahead of time, which wasn't technically allowed. But since our parents were always telling us about their own journeys, we knew exactly where we should and shouldn't go. I hadn't really thought about it, but I decided we should go with the main group. My partner didn't bring it up, so I suppose that's what we were doing.

After another minute or two, the main group decided that they wanted to rest. The big male, who I later found out was the one who made fun of my traveling mate, seemed to be the leader of them all. From what I knew, he was strong, but he was grumpy and lazy. When he sat down- silently- everyone else sat down with him. Except for us. Me and my buddy, as well as another pair of two females, decided to head on by ourselves. No, we didn't talk about it or even pause for a moment to think it through. We just kept going on. Yes, this was risky. We would be by ourselves. By ourselves, we couldn't defeat a Kronador. By ourselves, we could get lost. But there was no point in resting when we still had energy. Looking behind my shoulder, I could barely see the dens. They were just a speck. It was mostly thin patches of trees and shrubs. And forward? Just a large field of grass. I never remembered this area popping up in the stories! But I kept going.

Half an hour later, I was practically collapsing with every step I took. I was so tired, and my paws ached from being over used, as well as stepping on the occasional thorn or sharp rock hidden in the light blue grass. I was panting and my heart was racing. We should have stopped to rest earlier, but it was to late now. With one look over my left shoulder, I could see that my partner wasn't looking any better than me. He seemed to be limping, too. At that point, I fell over. He walked over to me. Yep, he did have a limp. He prodded me with his bad paw, then scrunched his face. He was in obvious pain.

"Hey, I know you're tired. I am too. But we cannot rest here. We are in the middle of a field. We're out in the open, and we're alone. If a Kronador is going to attack us, it's going to be now. We have to keep going and reach the forest. It's our only hope. You have to get up!"

Wow, he was more sensible then I thought.

So, I got up. What else was I supposed to do after a speech like that? I couldn't tell him what I really wanted to say ("Leave me alone!"), so I put on a brave face and rolled onto my stomach. Planting my feet on the ground, I somehow hauled my body up on top of them. There were a few complaints and groans, mostly from me, but we kept going. Even if we were going at a speed of 0.0001 MPH.

It seemed life a lifetime before we finally reached the forest border. Without another word, both me and my partner curled up. Before I could even fall asleep, though, we were disturbed by three squeaky voices. Three young pups. Two males- brothers, actually- accompanied by one tiny female. They were screaming, yelling, trying to warn us. They were cut off by a loud hiss. A chimera. A Kronador.

The horrible thing was not good news. He sure didn't mean well. Spitting at us, he easily picked up the female, and flung her against a tree. All like it was no big deal. He then swatted at me, and gave me a good enough whack to make me fall over onto my shoulder. I was sure I was going to develop a bruise there. Despite the pain, I just got back up and went at him again. He wasn't the greatest fighter for a chimera, so it was nice to actually have a chance. Still, I was in full battle mode. As he leaned down to get at my neck, I crouched. Quickly preparing myself, I then pounced on his back and dug my claws in to his tough skin as best as I could. My aching paws were getting even worse, and I immediately started slipping, but I used the opportunity to bite down along his spine. Roaring in pain, the Kronador thrashed wildly and I was sent tumbling onto the ground. I started flipping head over heels towards the same tree where the young female was laying, unconscious. As I banged into the trunk, the whole tree shook, and I heard a branch snapping. I quickly grabbed the female in my mouth, the way my mother would do to me, and dragged her away as quickly as I could.

The tree branch hit the ground with a loud thunk, which seemed to jolt the female awake. I was concerned about brain damage, but before I could react, she nodded her thanks, then scrambled onto her paws and ran in to join the boys, who were trying their best to get the creature's attention. I ran after her. For a moment, the beast was rather still. Deciding that we weren't worth it, he suddenly turned and ran away. For a brief moment, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Then, my exhaustion hit me once again. Once again, I fell over.

Reaching The Cave
The next morning, there were hundreds of complaints: creaky bones, sore tails, a ringing in an ear, blurry vision, and that was only the beginning. But pretty soon we were up and going again- despite all of the whining and protesting. The female's scabs kept opening, which wasn't pleasant, but as we trotted along in the forest, I couldn't help myself from getting exited. So close, but so far away. This forest was the end of the journey. This was where I would become a real warrior. I would defend my territory and my friends, just like the adults.

The noise died down eventually though. We were all looking up at the forest canopy in awe. It was the most beautiful place we had ever seen in our lives as pups. With the blue grass tickling our paws, a gentle breeze swaying through, and glimpses of red mountains between the tree's leaves, it was perfect. All too soon we came to the cave. Our attention immediately turned to the mass of rock. It had to be a hundred feet wide, and three thousand feet long. I couldn't see where it ended. But the most impressive sight was the armor.

Millions of pieces of armor scattered the floor, overflowing with different concepts and designs. My friends immediately went to work towards the front, but as I heard the banging of iron and steel as they sifted through it all, I slowly made my way deeper.

I looked at the floor surrounding me. There was so much to sort through, and so little time. In my small area alone- a square of four feet by four feet- were at least ten different full suits of armor. If we wanted to try on (or even look at) everything in the cave, it would be years before we came out. I pondered that thought, and laughed silently, somehow finding the thought of a crippled elder coming out of this cave, probably shouting "Finally! I found my armor!" amusing. Hopefully we could all find something in the small time slot we really had here. I knew (and I sure hoped the others did too) that our time in the legendary cave would be limited, especially with the sun already setting and Kronadors on the prowl. Deciding I had better get started, I picked up a helmet with a Roman theme. I tried not to think about Romulus, but I sighed as I thought of of my dad, of his laughter and adventure stories he shared with the whole pack. Then I thought of my mom, smiling down at me as I busily threw her question after question as a young pup, knowing that my only answer would be "You'll get it someday, my precious Tiberius.". I felt a surge of homesickness, like someone had punched me, and I lowered my head as a single tear trickled down my cheek. But I knew that I would see Romulus soon, as well as my mom, Lotis, and I shook my head clear. It hurt me too much to even try putting the helmet on my head, so I set it down. My silver-white eyes reminded me of the over-flowing pools of water that we stopped at on our way here. Here, where our story was supposed to end, but was only an intermission. Because there's another half to it. The other half was the most important part: going home. I relaxed my tensed shoulders and looked at my paws while my tear ran down to my chest. Before any of my traveling partners found me crying, I continued my search. Halfheartedly, I picked up a mask and a back plate. I couldn't find the chest plate, and besides that, it was much too big. I heard a loud whoop and looked up towards the entrance, where the more rambunctious of the two brothers had on his armor already, and was proudly showing it off to the female (who couldn't care less), my partner (who gave him a one-second smile before turning away and attempting to shove a leather strip onto his tail), and his brother (who tried to gently cuff his ear, but ended up with a bloody paw that caught on his sibling's new helmet). As the pup looked up at me, I could see the elation in his eyes, and I tried to give him a smile. Unfortunately, everything was still heavy on my mind, and I couldn't force my mouth into a grin. Then I picked up another pair of armor, an underwater themed set.

I tried it on and it fit perfectly: snug, but still with room to move around. It was practically made for me. Plus, it was great in both the subjects of attack and defense, with numerous plates that covered the sides of my head, my chest, my spine and back, as well as my stomach. I nearly whooped as loud as the While I loved it, though, a part of me still needed to try on that Roman armor before I had made my decision. My heart swelling, I painfully threw on the Roman armor, hoping that I would want the underwater set more.

But, unfortuanately, I knew that it was mine the first moment I completely put it on.

Before I could celebrate- or complain, though, I heard a low groan. I turned around and froze as the Kronador from earlier came into view, and this time he had brought friends. He hissed and seemed to smile- evily, of course. He reached forward and clawed me in the eye. I couldn't respond. One was okay, but as a group, they were unstoppable. Then, they all rushed forward. I heard a scream. I wasn't sure if it was my own or another one of the pups. I would probably never know. That was my last memory before I passed out.

I Was Stolen
My whole body jolted as my moonlight colored eyes shot open, one of them nearly swollen shut. I was panting furiously; my muscles were stiff, and there was blood and dirt caked in my fur. My head, despite being covered by my helmet, felt as though it were a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. But the worst part was what was in front of me. The green, slimy creatures that I was born hating were standing right in front of me. I stared at them, real panic setting in my chest. Kronadors. There are no words to describe the hatred and evil radiating from them. One noticed me coming to my senses and stepped forward.

"Helpless young thing. We chose not to destroy you. But even if you do survive, you will be mentally destroyed. Then, when you least expect it, we will tear you to pieces!"

His dark voice literally ate my words away. I tried to respond. I really did. But my mouth was clamped shut, and I couldn't force myself to speak. I just kept waving my head back and forth, from side to side, both taking everything in and trying to deny that it was happening. As if shaking my head would make me wake up from this nightmare. As if saying 'no' would make it somehow better. But I knew the truth. I knew what was happening. I was stolen. It all came back to me. The quest. The armor. The Kronador who picked me up, took me away...

That's when I really realized where I was. I was in the feared place, the territory of the Kronadors. Both halves of the land had always been beautiful, but with the Kronadors' mess and stench, this half was just a barren wasteland with a few dead plants. A chilly wind wisked through my fur, and even though it would normally keep me warm, it almost seemed as if the chimeras' land was completely anti-warriors. As if the defenses knew that we weren't supposed to be there, and purposly dropped the temperature. The ugly faces surrounding me didn't seem to notice.

This could not be happening.

To be continued...
If I get him. : -)

Personality? contd...

Well, after Tiberius was captured, he became a quiet bloke who kept to himself. There wasn't any one to talk to except Kronadors at that point, after all. His fearfulness quickly died away while he was in the chimera's land, because he figured that he would die there anyways. If anything were to hurt him, it wouldn't matter at that point. And, well, that's the end of the story so far.

Your Artwork?

My first satisfying piece.
A quick Oekaki.
Final armor.
Isket.
Play-doh time!

Armor?

Well, I originally wanted to go with a Roman concept. Soon after that, I changed my mind after being inspired by Neara's Dax. Then I designed some armor that fit to my storyline.

After sketching out eleven ideas, all of which are huge fails, I went with the Roman concept, which turned out to be my favorite once I had edited it. Still, I would love it if Apache could help me to tweak it. : -)

Anything Else?

I wish everybody tons of good luck, and I know that the judges will pick the right homes for these lovely pups. If I got Tiberius, I would be overjoyed; not because of the WOIs popularity, but because they are a beautiful species with wonderful creators. I thank all of the team, especially those who have judged any of these contests. It is a grueling activity to read form after form, and you guys make these contests possible. I can't speak for everybody, but I am sure that every contestant would like to say the same.

[Foi]

I'll try out for one of these pups!
My post's on page 16. c:

[*Nyxie*]

# of Pup you want:4
Name:Janus
Gender:Male
Short Story/ History:WIP
Art of the pup:I have to color & scan it
Other:nothing yet *goes to color Janus* (did I mention Janus is the roman god of doors, beginnings, and endings)

[Lilybug1997]

Marking :]

[corgie]

# of Pup you want:
Number 1 please <3

Name:
Askea { AS - KIA }

Gender:
Female

Age:
2 years 4months.

Parents:
Romulus x Lotis
{ Father x Mother }

Mate:
None // Too Young

Personality:

Sweet
Askea is very sweet, kind and caring she usually thinks about others not always about herself. She isn't greedy, and is very loyal, fighting to the end for a loved one.

Brave
Askea is also very brave, willing to stand up to others, or fight to protect. She is afraid of many things, but she puts that past her for her duty as a warrior.

Smart
Thinking out every move, and what to do during a battle is what Askea often does. She thinks, quickly but instead of a brainless attacker just attacking she puts thought into her moves making her a strong warrior that doesn't easily get defeated.

Likes:
- Her Armor
- Her den
- Defeating a kronador
- Watching the sky
- Looking over the lands of isket

Dislikes:
- Kronadors
- Darkness
- Days of Dark
- Rainy Days
- Being wet



Poems:

Brown, Cream and tan.
With spirals on her shoulder
A wise, brave yet sweet WOI
Askea is her.
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Carved out of wood
With a spiraled dent
brown, tan and cream
markings and colors
modeled to a wolf
So it fits one,
this one is
Askea
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The spiral on her shoulder
Confuses her
She wonders why
Its there
She loves it
She loves how its simple
yet beautiful
But it still brings her confused thoughts
when she just wonders
why

Short Story/ History:

Her ChildHood
- W I P -

Battle with a Kronador
- W I P -

Armor Quest
Askea lay deep within redish mountain caves, she could hear ran pooring outside as the entrance was dripping. Shaking herself she got up and walked through her den. As soon as the rain stopped she thought, she would go on a dangerous journey to find herself armor so she could battle and protect the lands of Isket from the Kronadors. Yawning she thought she might need some rest, so Askea took a short nap. Fully rested, Askea stretched and walked towards the entrance. '' This is it. Today is the day i will find my armor '' Askea thought. Soon she reached the forest, she was going to have to face all the dangers without armor. Slowly Askea walked into the forest, taking prideful steps to her journey to the old isket forest.

Askea ran through the forest, trying to be quiet she knew creatures were silently stalking her. Soon she made it to the cave, slowly she entered it and with a surprise found herself armor. It was a light tan, with aquamarine jemstones. Askea fell in love, she touched the armor, it was smooth and strong. Smiling somehow she put it on, a ray of sunlight escaped through the thickening clouds shining on her new armor. It glowed brightly in the sun, Askea puffed out her chest proudly and made her way back to her '' den ''.


Art of the pup:


Her Armor


Other:
I believe she is a normal wolf, with a normal tail C:

to do list
- Color art of armor
- Create more poems
- Add lots of art
- Create journey to get her armor

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# of Pup you want:
Number 2 Please <3

Name:
Kalik

Reason behind her name
First I was trying to find a name which meant '' Brave One ''. I found Tapfer which means '' brave '' in german, but it didn't fit. I also had no success with brave one either. So I remembered from a book the name Kalik, when I thought more about it I really believed this should be her name. Its beatiful, and I think it fits her very nicely.

Nickname:
Kal

Gender:
Female

Parents:
Romulus x Lotis

Theme Song[s]:
Life in technicolor by Coldplay

Personality:

Brave
Kal is very, and considerably wise. She will go into a mysterious cave, filling with anything without much fear. She isn't made of steel though, and has her fears. Her worst is to be defeated in battle, and she hopes no battle will be her last.

Honest
With other WOI Kal always speaks the truth, never lies not even white lies. She hates lies and finds them untrustable whoever lies, she ignores or at least doesn't trust her secrets with.

Clever
During battle, Kal is very clever making sly moves and quickly attacks. She is quick-thinking too, and makes clever remarks. She can be a bit of a thinking at times too.

<3's
- Water
- Her Armor
- The land of Isket
- Sunrises

</3's
- Darkness
- Hot Days
- Kronadors
- Thunderstorms // Lightning

Poems:

Gentle Stripes
Creamy Mixes
A single diamond
On her head
Kalik



Short Story/ History:

Her ChildHood
I had a wonderful childhood, full of tales and adventure. Of course only in my parents den or the one time we snuck off.

Stormy Day
'' Oh Mom! Why can't we go outside? '' I complained. '' Because its safe in here, when your older you may go outside '' She replied licking my forehead. '' You always say that '' I muttered before my brother attack me. I squealed in surprise and bit his ear, her then chomped on my tail. I yelped and pulled away before I tackled him, and bit his nose. I laughed and so did he, we both rolled over drooling and laughing. I wagged my tail with excitment before a large boom suddenly surprise us, followed by the crack of lightning and the sound of pouring rain. I yelped in surprise and ran back to my mom, shivering with fear. '' Its fine, my sweetie '' My mom said, pushing me back to my brother. I nodded, I knew I could get hurt and my brother growled playfully before biting my ear. I smiled and we playfought for a little while before the thunder and lightning grew bad and we all by mum and dad.

The storm was soon gone, it wasn't bad either just the surprise by it. It was late though, dark out and starry. The frogs sung and chirped, the fireflies glowed about and the crickets hummed.

Sneaking Off
'' Are you sure we should do this? '' I whispered to my siblings as they snuck out of the den. '' Of course kal! Why not? Its not dangerous at all. Mom just doesn't want us to get lost of something '' whispered one of my brothers. I shrugged whats the worst the could happen? So I followed them along old trails which were worn out by paws. The night was alive, it seemed like with fireflies a glow and all the frogs and cricket songs. I wagged my tail how could this be dangerous?! We soon came up to a path leading down to the forest. A stranger walked up to us, a toothy grin appeared on his face. '' Hello their little WOI why out so late at night? Shouldn't you be back in your den? '' His gold eyes glinted in the darkness, and he was covered in gashes and scares. I shivered, I wanted to go home, he was different and I didn't like how he was looking at us. I knew how to get home and my sister was also nervous. '' Hey Sis. Lets go home '' I whispered. '' Okay '' she nodded and whispered back, quickly we ran back up the path. '' We need to hurry. I don't like the looks of him, we must tell ma and pa! '' I told her as we ran back. Quickly we got to our den,'' Ma! Pa! Are brothers snuck out and now a scary wolf is talking to him '' Looking at us the hurriedly ran out of the den. Quickly they snarled, seeing them he ran off. '' Lets go boys, this is why we don't want you out. Especially at night! '' Mom told them. I remembered that one night forever, and when they grew restless and wanted to do it again I said no and told them I'd tell mom. So they of course didn't, and actually listened for once.

The Frog
It was a peaceful day, birds were chirping, a soft breeze blew. We were all laying around in the den, when a frog hopped in. It was big and warty also still wet. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, the creature countinued to hop along. One of my brothers growled and pounced. The frog kicked him, and attempted to hop away. My brother kept one paw one the frog, and it squirmed to get out of his grip. We all joined in after that, chasing, niping and pawing the frog. It croaked, and kicked us and finally darted out. We all panted and laughed rolling on the floor.


Quest for Armor
I stretched my paws out wide, and yawned. The sunlight poured into the entrance of my cave, standing up I walked outside and sniffed the fresh air. I smiled '' Today is the perfect day, I will start my quest for armor '' I though happily wagging my tail. I started down to the old isket forest, sniffing the air again. It was a peaceful day, I had nothing to worry about. I walked through the forest, seeing many large old trees. Leaves crunched under my paw, and bugs buzzed around. A soft breeze rustled the trees and their leaves, I flicked my ears hearing the snap of sticks in the bushes. '' Probably just a little creature '' I thought to myself and countiued on. Sunlight poured down through the trees, and it was warm.

Soon i grew to the end of the old isket forest, I could just barely see the cave. I saw a bit of shining light and objects, I contiued on as a slow pace. I had no rush, even though I was going to get my armor I had no rush to get it. Soon I reached the cave entrance, I slowly walked inside the darkness engulfing me. I could see my armor, it was right infront of me shimmering and glittering. I smiled, and equiped it. I then walked outside to see it, it was beautiful armor. It was a light silver, with embed gems, and spikes. I wagged my tail, my quest was completed. I earned my armor, as I walked back through the old isket forest back up the redish mountains. I felt different, happier, prouder. I felt like the forest looked at me different, and I was completely happy. Once I reached my den, the milky colors shone from the setting sun. I kissed the day away, and welcomed the night as I walked into my den and curled up fast asleep.

Art of the pup:




{ I had to color this one in <33 I really love how it turned out, and its super cute just like her :3 }
Line-art may be found here!

Armor


Other:
I believe she is a normal wolf with a normal tail C:

To-Do List
- Theme Song
- 3 Poems
- +1 Short Story
- Possibly 1 more long story
- More art C: { Possibly going to be : Pup Art! Armor Art 2! }

[size=150]This is a major WIP. Please be careful during construction!

If I happen to get enough points to win both { doubtfully } please give me #2 <3 I love drawing her, and I feel more connected to her than #1. Of course I don't mind either ^^

[Soriams]

# of Pup you want: 4

Name:
Verity

Verity is an english name with latin roots meaning truth. In my mind, there can be no better name for a warrior. Meaning more than the opposite of lies, truth is also constancy or sincerity in action and character. Truth means to do the right thing, to be steadfast and honest with yourself and your nature. To be true to yourself, one must take the time to learn and listen what their body and mind are trying to say. This theme is common in many forms of martial arts and I think that says something about the importance of knowing yourself before you can challenge an enemy. Thus, I have chosen the name Verity for my pup in hopes that she may find herself and always be true to who she is.

Gender: Female

Personality:

As a Pup
Verity is one of those rough and tumble kind of girls. She loves to roughhouse and play games to pass the time and has the tendency to randomly pounce on her brothers to aggravate them enough so they will want to tussle with her. Even if they are sleeping or otherwise occupied. Though she is particularly blunt with her siblings and likes to tease, she is rather shy around adults. Around her parents, Verity is always sweet and really tries her best to do as she is told, but her energy and curiosity often get the better of her and end up leading her astray. She hates the thought of anyone being able to do anything better than her and because of that, she is very competitive. Her boasting tends to get her in trouble as well, since she will almost always take a dare just to prove that she is better. However, despite all of these errant traits, Verity is seldom reckless in her play and tends to think things through before she tries them. Even if it is just for a moment to convince herself there really is a safe way to do it and not get caught. She is clever and enjoys puzzles, such as trying to sneak out without being seen, or philosophizing about such things as why the grass is blue and the like. During quiet moments, Verity is an introspective pup, thinking about how she could have done something differently in a game or, more often than not, day dreaming about playing a particularly heroic role in a victorious battle. Coming from such a large family, Verity is not accustomed to being alone and it scares her if she suddenly finds herself on her own. This is not to say that she won't seek out a bit of time to herself, but it is one thing to go out on your own knowing where the rest of your family is, another completely to be lost with no one around and no idea where they have gone.
As an Adult
Luckily for everyone involved, Verity outgrows much of her brash nature. Leaving a confident and kind, if somewhat assertive, she-wolf. Overall, she has that kind of down to earth personality that makes her easy to talk to, she would much rather be out on a hunt than sit and gossip in the caves. She still does not hold back when speaking her mind, especially if she thinks she sees a better course of action than the one already set forth. However, such times are rare as she has a healthy amount of respect for those of higher rank, showing some of the shyness of her youth around powerful wolves. Her introspective nature has truly blossomed as she has grown, and she is constantly thinking of ways to improve herself. Not so much in a negative way, as she does not obsess over the same failure, only dwelling on it long enough to find a way to overcome it. In this way, Verity is her own worst critic, but as hard as she is on herself, she will give others leeway in their own shortcomings. Feeling that if she can correct herself, they should be able to as well. Verity simply wants to be the best at everything she does. She trains daily to keep herself in shape and strong enough to carry her heavy armor with ease. In the same way, she seeks to exercise her mind, studying strategies and both creating and solving puzzles to improve her logic skills. From time to time, she still enjoys contemplating the little things in life, though with the more critical eye of an adult. It is no longer just why is the grass blue, but rather: Is the snake blue so it can hide in the grass, or is the grass blue to hide the snake? These kind of questions sometimes lead to discoveries, or an insight into the way the world works. Verity cherishes such moments, and though they often send her into a soaring mood, she seldom speaks of them. Only sharing these musings with those closest to her, she tends to be quite embarrassed if caught daydreaming, and believes the other Warriors may think her foolish for dwelling on such trivial matters. When among friends, Verity is a bit of a kidder and still teases from time to time, but is much more aware of other's feelings now and doesn't take it as far as she did when she was young. Using her comments to draw a laugh from her victim more than an actual attack. She has an open heart, and loves deeply and completely. This means she is easily hurt, but has long ago steeled herself to the possibility and refuses to guard her feelings. Believing instead that everyone must do what is right in their own heart and it is not her place to stand in their way. Verity is somewhat weak this way and does not stand up for her own feelings as much as she protects others. Her family and friends mean more to her than anything and she would do just about anything to keep them safe.
At War
As is life for every Warrior in Isket, growing up means fighting Kronadors. Verity was lucky enough to inherit her father's strength and size, though not quite enough of her mother's agility, speed and grace. This makes her the wolf equivalent of an army armored division, built to run headlong into the thick of battle and take on foes face to face. In much the way that her father, Romulus, could take on the role of centurion, Verity is a legionnaire. Foot-soldier through and through, she isn't afraid of the tough jobs or getting her feet, and in some cases, teeth, dirty. Grunt work suits her just fine, since doing something, anything at all, is better than being left behind. Overall, she finds something satisfying about a hard days work and falling into her den exhausted, it makes her feel as though she has accomplished something. As for tactics, Verity is well aware how to use her size and strength to her advantage and is a competent fighter in close quarters. One of her favorite tactics is to single out a Kronador and leap at it full speed, but rather than attempt to pounce it, she simply uses her momentum and size to crash into the side of it. Throwing all of her weight and that of her armor into it's flank to knock it off balance. Making it easy prey for either herself or another Warrior if one is nearby. For some reason, few lizards see this coming, perhaps this is because even fewer survive to speak of it. However, if forced into a chase, she will almost always fall behind simply because she lacks the top speed of other Warriors. This is not to mean that she is slow in general, as she can easily keep up with the pack and march for days at an easy lope even wearing full armor; she is simply not built for sprinting. Verity is very meticulous about following orders and, as with everything else she does, she strives to do her best. This is not always to her benefit though, as she may try to push on when it is impossible to do so. It also means that she will fight until the bitter end, even when all other hope is lost, out of pure and simple stubbornness. There is, however, one huge exception to this rule. If someone Verity cares about is in danger, she would be hard pressed not to run to their aid no matter what her orders are otherwise.

Short Story / History:

((For this story, I have placed Verity and her siblings well into the future. So of course, everything that happens here is a complete work of fiction in terms of WoI history. I have given the other pups names as well. I'm not attached to them and I don't mean to take someone else's name if they have used it already. Also, the reverse is true, if someone wishes to use any name mentioned here besides Verity, please feel free.))
Pup 1: Spera (Hope) • Pup 2: Ferocia (Courage) • Pup 3: Equitas (Justice) • Pup 5: Vercundus (Humility) • Pup 6: Praeclarus (Striking)

Verity stands motionless on the top of a red-stone cliff, looking out over the plains of blueish grass waving below. Even though it was impossible to see them in the darkness, the wind brings her the constant scent of chimeras, their reptilian stench an unmistakeable reminder that they still gather below in the flatlands. The stars above her have wheeled a quarter of the way around the sky and she knows that her watch will be over soon. However, far from tired, Verity is on alert and still wide awake even after hours of standing on the cliff, white eyes straining in the pale light for any sign of movement from below. Shifting her weight lightly on her large pads, Verity's ears twitch as the leather straps that hold her armor squeak. The soft sound a loud intrusion to her ears in the relative quiet of night. Her armor, consisting of heavy metal plates articulated with a series of complicated looking hinges and leather straps, certainty does nothing to aid her stealth. Cursed beasts! I know you are down there. It is some kind of curse that made your skin the color of the grass, I swear it... She thinks, pacing along the edge of the precipice, the quiet clink of her armor drowning out the sound of her pads on the rock. The moon has long since swung around behind her, casting the shadows from the scrub oak and cedar over her, rendering her practically invisible to anyone below. Yet, she still feels exposed and soon stops her nervous movement, staying her legs from their pacing, to once again blend in with the deep shadows that surround her.

Four days ago, a large herd of Kronadors ventured out of the grasslands to the south and crushed a border patrol. Killing one warrior and leaving the other three to barely escape with their lives to warn the rest of the Central Pack. Far different from the usual groups of mares and foals that had troubled them in the spring, this appeared to be a bachelor herd. Last reports held that there were no less than five stallions and about a half dozen two-year old colts. All that testosterone trotting around through the grasslands, apparently decided it had something to prove, and the herd forcefully and pointedly invaded the Central Pack's territory. At first, the alphas mobilized one of the normal units of six warriors, sending them out on an attack run to try and scare the Kronadors back into their own land. That strategy failed miserably, with no mares or foals to protect, the Kronadors retaliated against the attack fiercely. The cursed beasts are faster than any Warrior on the hard, flat land of the plains and, by attacking them on their own ground, the Warriors were at a disadvantage and quickly out maneuvered. The entire troop was forced to retreat before there were any further casualties.

Verity wasn't privy to the meeting that the alphas had when their initial attack failed, the Warriors returning beaten and battered to the dens. She can only imagine the panicked talk and harried looks on everyone's faces as they worked through the night to put together another plan. Her father, Romulus, had been there though and from the way he speaks of it, things were pretty ugly. Verity had run into him just after the session had ended, finding him looking tired and more than a little stressed as he stepped out of the meeting cave to get some fresh air.

Verity had gone hunting with her siblings that evening, taking care to steer clear of the plains because of the danger posed by the Kronadors. She and her family had stayed close through the years, even though growing up in such a big family can sometimes be trying. Now that they were grown, and every one of them a proven Warrior, the strife they had seen and battles fought had only helped to bring them closer together. The six of them had managed to bring down a nice sized deer from the nearby woodlands. In a rather philanthropic mood, and after a bit of sibling rivalry bickering, it was decided to bring the creature back to the dens and share with their parents. "You know, after all they did for us, it's the least we can do." Equitas had said, drawing several looks of chagrin and more than a few rolled eyes from his brothers and sisters. However, it really was a good idea. Besides, it was a great way to show off and gather some compliments. Returning home, they found only their mother in the den with news that Romulus had been called into an emergency meeting and would be gone for awhile. A little disappointed not to see him there, they none the less shared their meal and sat around chatting for awhile. Growing restless, Verity decided to go to the meeting place to see if anything had been decided. So she slipped out of the den and made her way to the central cavern, nose twitching as she hoped to pick up his scent. In fact, she might not have found him at all if it hadn't been for a helpful dragonfly who just happened to whiz past at the right moment, lighting up Romulus' dark pelt as he stood in the shadows at the mouth of the cave.

Padding towards him, and making no attempt to be quiet about it, Romulus was soon aware of her presence and turned to greet her, trying to smile though his eyes held a deadly seriousness. "Verity, what are you doing out so late?" He asked, sounding tired and a bit drained.

"Looking for you, papa." She replied, then giving him her best puppy grin: "We missed you at supper, so you better have a good reason for missing it!"

This drew a bit of a chuckle from Romulus and he looked at her, a bit of his smile returning. "You always were the one to keep us all in check... Remind us of what's important." He said, face turning dark again as he studied his daughter, now a Warrior in her own right, his silvery-white eyes gleaming the gloom. Sensing his inner turmoil, Verity said nothing, waiting for him to say what he had to. After a moment, he looks back out into the darkened sky and begins to speak. "Verity, this was a difficult meeting, nearly every alpha in attendance has had someone they care about hurt by this new herd of Kronadors. There was a lot of argument and just as much disagreement about what should be done. There are those who argue that Lord Kronjivar himself is among this herd, but I disagree. There just isn't enough of them for that, nor do they seem organized enough to be part of the royal guard. But that is beside the point. In the end, it was decided that since our previous tactics at running them off have proven ineffective, we will set a trap for them. The southern pass near the back entrance of the dens narrows into a small canyon, and the trail tracks up in a thin path to the rim. The Kronadors would be forced to take the trail in single file. It is there that we will make our stand." He paused for a moment then, turning to look at his daughter. His expression told her that the next part was difficult for him. "It was decided that I would lead the attack. And since none of my family has yet to be involved, I'm taking your unit with me. All of you, Verity, all my sons and daughters."

That conversation was less than a day ago now, and directly lead to Verity standing watch on top of the cliff. She still doesn't know exactly what transpired in that meeting to push the alphas into such a decision as to send Romulus to lead this attack, or what made him choose to take her unit. The grim determination in his voice told her not to question his decision. After she recovered from the inital shock of what her father had told her, and bit back the no small amount of pride she felt at being chosen, Verity had immediately gone with him to alert her siblings. It may seem strange to have so much family put together in one unit, to face the dangers of combat together. However, in times of war, Isket can spare no warrior on fear of loss or pain, and fighting for those closest to you only makes one that much more courageous. So after much confusion and more than a few questions, they all left to return to their own dens to find what sleep they could and retrieve their armor. That morning, though there was still no sun, they immediately set off for the southern cliffs to await the arrival of the bachelor herd.

Pulling herself back to the present, Verity scans the blue grasses again for any sign of movement, letting out a heavy sigh as she does so. Her former anxious energy drained, she stretches, trying to release some of the tension from her tired legs. The movement issues another series of soft rattles from the jointed plates of her armor and she takes a few more steps forward to stand on the edge of a rock that hangs over the edge. Training her eyes out to a greater distance towards the horizon, she can see that the sky has started to lighten, changing from pitch black to a deep blue. The sun must be near... She thinks, counting back the days since the last sunrise. Five days since sundown, that means there should be a false dawn today. Beyond the Warrior's understanding, the planet that carries Isket tumbles through it's orbit as is circles it's companion star. So as that even though it rotates like the average planet, only part of the planet ever sees the sun for more than a day at a time, plunging the land of the Warriors into a slow cycle of darkness and twilight with only a few days of full light. Gazing off into the horizon, a muffled sound behind her catches Verity's attention, and her ears swivel behind her before she turns her head, little white flags glowing in the dark against the murky contrast of the dull metal that forms her helm.

Turning slowly so as to keep her balance on her red-stone perch, Verity looks over her shoulder. The rhythmic clink of metal on metal marks the unmistakable approach of another Warrior. It is a few moments before the figure works their way through the brush and appears out of the shadows. Gentle golden eyes, glowing softly in the twilight, preceded by an equally tawny nose distinguish him at once: Vercundus. Smiling, Verity hops down off the rock to greet him, tail wagging gently behind her as she approaches. He smiles back to her, normally he would bump her chin with his nose out of affection, but their armor makes such a genteel greeting impossible. "Verity, father sent me, I'm here to relive you from watch. You should go get some rest." He says, his soft voice a happy change from the nervous sounds of night.

"What, and let you have all the fun?" She asks, a teasing tone to her voice.

Her taunt draws nothing more from him than a passing chuckle as Vercundus makes his way to the cliff to look over the edge. Backing up a bit from a sudden wave of vertigo when he makes the mistake of looking straight down, he speaks to her again without turning his head. "Has there been any movement?" He questions, voice turning serious again.

"No, nothing. Though it's impossible to see clearly more than a few hundred yards in this dark."

Vercundus nods, turning to look at her for a moment. A smile suddenly splits his face, a mischievous grin quickly replacing the weight of duty. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like some kind of wind-worn bolder in that blunt armor of yours?"

Verity snorts back a laugh. As a scout, Vercundus' armor is much lighter and of a finer construction than her own, featuring tapering wings and a finely sculpted helmet that is so strikingly like Lord Rayo's that more than one Warrior did a double take the first time he wore it. "Yeah, and you look like one of Audax's fledglings before they learned to fly. If I remember correctly, he had to throw them out of the nest to teach 'em." She says with a perfect facsimile of an evil grin. Verity leans towards him as though in confidence, "Hows about I push you off this here cliff and see if you can learn?" He puffs himself up, stepping in close to glare at her, but as he meets her eyes, neither one of the siblings can hold a straight face and they both burst out laughing.

Still chuckling a bit, Vercundus makes his way over to the perch that Verity had vacated a few minutes before. Her paws finally starting to feel tired from the many hours she spent standing on hard stone while keeping watch. Verity takes a few steps back from the edge, and does her best to find a comfortable position to lay in the shadow of a heavily scented sagebrush. Carefully resting her head between the prominent spikes that sprout from the vambraces that cover her forelegs, she watches Vercundus shift his feet to find a stable stance at the edge of the cliff. Tilting his head back, he sniffs the air as a breeze blows it up from the valley, grimacing slightly from the smell of Kronadors it brings. Letting out a gentle sigh he speaks to her again, not having to look back to know that she is still behind him. "Verity, you remember those games we used to play all the time when we were pups? You know, attack of the Kronadors and king of the hill and all that?"

Verity lets out a snort of amusement at his wistful tone. "Sure do... I remember that I always had to be the Kronador."

He shakes his head, stifling a little laugh. "It's not my fault that you and Ferocia were always the biggest. When anyone else was a Kronador it was over too fast and it wasn't any fun." Pacing a bit in a mirror image of Verity's earlier unrest, he continues. "Why is it that life didn't turn out like our games? The Kronador's always lost and all the Warriors came home victorious..." Trailing off, the lightheartedness of the siblings seems to drain away into the dark with his words, and Verity squeezes her eyes shut, remembering a simpler time.

"Guwwaar! Gurrr!" Verity squealed at the top of her little puppy voice, sending her imitation Kronador war cries echoing off the red-stone walls. This was one of those rare sunny days, where the light was strong enough to heat the rocks beneath their paws and drown out the light from the insects that buzzed around a few scattered clumps of blue hued grass. Seeing this as an opportunity for a chance to get a little bit of peace and quiet in their own den, their parents had sent them out to play in the sun where an ancient cave-in had opened a portion of den to the sky. The resulting boulder field was a literal playground for the pups, presenting obstacles and hiding places of all shapes and sizes. Leaping up onto a rock and doing her best to look menacing, Verity lets out another weird growl. "Rowr! I'm Lord Kronjivar! All you puny Warriors will di-..!" Her declaration is cut off when she is tackled by Spera, and they both go tumbling off the rock and into the dirt. Shoving off her sister, Verity doesn't even have time to shake the dust off before she is set upon by Praeclarus and Equitas. Her brothers quickly flank her and nip at her ears, trying to pull her over. Rearing up on her back paws, she shakes them off and bounds away, turning to face them with milk-teeth bared. "I'll not be taken so easily, pathetic Warriors!" She growls, stomping as she prowls forward to kick up more dust. Verity spies Vercundus trying to sneak up on her, and she spins around, pouncing him in one strong leap. Letting out a little squeal of surprise, he rolls over, kicking her belly with his back feet. Ferocia, who up until this point, had been holding back, sees a moment of weakness and plows into Verity, knocking her off of Vercundis and pinning her to the ground. Her victory is short lived however, as the other four pups take the opportunity and throw themselves into the sisters, reducing their game to brawling dog pile.

Laying in the shade of a boulder, Verity pants hard, trying to recover from their rough-housing in the warm sun. She had just about fallen asleep when she hears Praeclarus exclaim: "Woah, what's that?!" On her feet in an instant, she runs over to where the other pups are looking up at a pile of rocks. Following her fair brother's gaze, she spots a ruddy brown shape darting across the rocks, in truth, it is so like the color of the stones that none of them would have seen it if it weren't for the fact it had moved. The little creature, about half the size of the pups, was a Minandor. Distant cousin to the much larger and more ferocious Kronadors, this little insect hunter lived in the hills looking much like a miniature terror but overall, completely harmless. However, to the pups, this was it, the real deal. A living, breathing Kroandor!

Staring at it with wide eyes, Spera says in a hushed voice: "Guys, I think... I think it's a Kronador!" All the other pups turn and stare at her with mouths hanging open for a second before Ferocia finally decides to do something about it. Scrambling up the rocks, she is soon face to face with the beast, bearing her teeth at it, she lunges. The Minandor lets out a loud hiss, and scrambles away from it's furry opponent, not realizing that five more of them await him at the bottom of his tiny mountain. Startled, but not deterred, Ferocia chases the lizard back down the hill where it is soon surrounded by the other pups. All yipping, and hopping about the pups take turns swiping at the creature. Quite fast, it darts around feet and dodges snapping jaws for quite some time before Vercundus manages to knock it off it's feet. Scrambling in panic, it sinks it's teeth into his paw and he jumps back with a little cry of pain. Bound and determined to save her brother from the clutches of the evil Kronandor, Verity lets out a vicious growl and leaps. He feet find their target and she pounces on the little creature. With a sickening crunch, the lizard is flattened like a pancake under her too-big puppy paws.

All the siblings fall quiet at that moment, and Verity gingerly lifts her feet off of the creature. More than a little horrified at what she sees, she bends down, nudging the thing with her nose as though trying to get it to move again. "I... B-But... I didn't MEAN to!" She wails, eyes brimming with tears, Verity turns away from the scene. "It was just a game... I didn't want to KILL it..." She blubbers, wiping the blood off her paws in the sand as the other pups rush in to investigate.

Seeing her strife, Equitas walks over to her, licking her face. "It's ok Verity, we know you didn't mean to. But it hurt Vercundus, you had to do something."

Verity looks up at him, tears still running down her face. She looks over to Vercundus who is licking his paw where the thing bit him. "It's still my fault! If we hadn't chased it down here, it wouldn't have bothered nobody!" She shouts and runs away, fleeing the scene and heading into the dens. She only makes it about two feet in before she runs headlong into her mother. Lotis had been watching from the shadows, coming to fetch them home for dinner. Seeing their game however, she had decided to wait and see what they would do before letting the pups know she was there.

Scooping her up tenderly, Lotis brings Verity back to where the other pups are and sets her down. She licks the tears from Verity's face, giving her a gentle nuzzle of reassurance. "Verity, I know you didn't mean to hurt it, but no matter how sorry you are, it won't bring that little lizard back." Snuffling, Verity buries her face in her mothers fur, not wanting to look at the other pups who have gathered around Lotis with wide, fearful eyes. "Think of this as lesson, young warriors. Use your strength wisely to protect and defend; to feed your families... But never with anger. Your actions have consequence, and the result can't always be undone."

Verity opens her eyes, awaking with a bit of a start. Blinking in the twilight, she stares at the image of her brother outlined in silhouette against an ever brightening sky. Strange, I don't even remember falling asleep... Getting up slowly, she stretches as best she can in her armor and moves to stand by his side at the edge of the cliff. On the horizon, there is a slowly growing patch of deep blue interjected with a yellow haze making the flat dark plain a nearly invisible. It is almost as though one can see the future, the border of what may be and what is melding in a hazy line somewhere in the distance. Holding herself in a determined pose, feet anchored firmly beneath her, Verity stands next to Vercundus in silence. Taking the comfort she needs to recover from the strong emotions of the dream from his presence. The sage had masked the musky smell of Kroandors, but now, at the edge of the precipice again, every breeze blows their scent to her stronger. Vercundus, if only I could leap from this cliff and crush them all, to keep you and everyone else safe, I would...

As though to punctuate her thoughts, the sun appears over the horizon, flooding the formerly dark land of Isket with brilliant light. It is almost as if a veil has been drawn back revealing an entirely new, hidden world. The formerly mute colors are intensified a hundred fold, the ocean of grass below them shines, wet with morning dew in a thousand shades of blue, each blade a different hue. The red-stone cliffs that stretch out beneath the Warrior's paws nearly glow with the warm, deep red of ancient beaches as tiny bits of quartz embedded in the sandstone sparkle in the sudden light. Behind them, the red cliffs give way to the darker browns of high peaks, clothed in the somber colors of conifers, their snow capped peaks wink in stark contrast to the still darkened skies beyond. Isket is now a world of stark contrast, as everything in the light has brightened, so do long shadows trace their way across the ground. Looking out over the plains below, both sentinels can now clearly see the approaching herd of Kronandors. The sunlight glints off of their scales and sends their shadows leaping across the plains in front of them, enlarged to giant proportions by the sharp angle of the sun. The beasts make their way slowly across the fields, heads held low to the grass as they follow the scent of Warriors to the dens. From this distance, it is easy to imagine them as something akin to a grazing herd of deer, browsing peacefully as they walk through the grass. Verity knows first hand that this is only a deadly illusion. Each head that tops a long, slender neck, sports a snout full of wickedly sharp, hooked teeth. Rather than hooves, their legs end in grasping hands tipped with razor claws. So foul are the beasts that even a small scratch from one clawed foot can fester, leaving a Warrior sick with fever for weeks.

The light is both a blessing and a curse. Not only does it allow them to see the approaching herd, it glints off their armor like a mirror, making their position visible as well. Holding her breath with anticiaption, Verity quickly counts individuals as the sun moves laterally across the sky, only half of the disk visible above the horizon. One, two, three... Five adults, their dark green stripes are visible from here. Squinting against the glare, she struggles to count the rest of the sea-green juveniles. It is difficult to pick them out against the grass and be certain that they don't yet sport the markings of stallions. ...Eight. Oh lords there are eight of them. Two more than what the reports said. Adjusting his position next to her to get a better look, Vercundus sends a flash of light from his armor shining in the direction of the approaching chimeras. The next instant, the head of one of the stallions shoots up and he stares directly at them, sending a shiver down Verity's spine. She can just imagine those cruel gold eyes locking on to her form, narrowing with vicious intent. Far from being a mindless animal, the Kronandor knows exactly what the glint of armor means. Tilting his head back, he lets out a long, low trumpeting call and the rest of the herd immediately lifts their heads. Every reptilian eye now fixed on the siblings.

Seconds later, the sun drops below the horizon again, plunging Isket back into twilight. In the last bit of light that lingers as a rose sunset grows in the distance, Verity can see herd organize itself and start to move towards them. Turning to her brother, a mix of excited anticipation and horror clouding her snowy eyes, she swallows, clearing her throat before she speaks. "We must tell father, the herd is on its way..." They look into each others eyes for a moment before Vercundus nods, and they both spin on their heels, runing back away from the cliff. Crashing through the brush towards the rest of their unit, verity can't help but remember her dream. Use your strength wisely...

Art of the pup:

Verity as a Pup


Yep had time so I had to do it. Verity playing with Dad's helmet. ^^

Verity Without Armor


Hooray! My layers are back! Here's the image of Verity without armor. This could be seen as a transparent if anyone would like me to make one.

Verity With Armor


Verity's armor is hevaly influenced by the Roman Legion armor called lorica segmentata, which is constructed with a series of articulated plates to give the wearer a full range of motion while keeping them protected. Most commonly used by legionaries (the heavy infantry of the roman army) and the Praetorian Guard. It is heavy and a bit cumbersome, but it suits her personality well. The leather straps that protect her hind legs are reminiscent of caligae, the marching sandals worn by nearly all roman fighters. The spikes on her vambraces are similar in shape to the spear heads on roman pikes. I would have loved to incorporate a shield in the design, but for a wolf, it just seemed impractical.

Other:

Song: Faceless Man, By Creed

Quote From The Movie 300
Daxos: I see I was wrong to expect Sparta's commitment to at least match our own.
King Leonidas: Doesn't it?
[points to Arcadian soldier behind Daxos]
King Leonidas: You there, what is your profession?
Free Greek-Potter: I am a potter... sir.
King Leonidas: [points to another soldier] And you, Arcadian, what is your profession?
Free Greek-Sculptor: Sculptor, sir.
King Leonidas: Sculptor.
[turns to a third soldier]
King Leonidas: You?
Free Greek-Blacksmith: Blacksmith.
King Leonidas: [turns back shouting] Spartans! What is your profession?
Spartans: WAR! WAR! WAR!
King Leonidas: [turning to Daxos] You see, old friend? I brought more soldiers than you did.

I humbly submit this form, knowing full well that changing the gender of the pup puts me at a disadvantage. I just hope, that like Verity, I can beat the odds and still win. Oh, I'm also sorry that the 'short' story ended up being so long... I ended up just forcing myself stop, but there was oh so much more I could write.

[Kaylawolf]

@Soriams, I don't think you can change the gender of the pup. Other wise I would of done the same thing you did. Then I guess we would think a like.

[Shy]

The applications are looking great so far. c:
I'm back from vacation, so the judging should start when Apache is ready. :3

[not here sorry!]

The applications are looking great so far. c:
I'm back from vacation, so the judging should start when Apache is ready. :3

I can't wait! Good luck to everyone.

[Rohan.]

The applications are looking great so far. c:
I'm back from vacation, so the judging should start when Apache is ready. :3

:O Glad i finished my form last night ^^(BTW Shy i was lookin through ur gallery n i luffles ur new comic, you still gonna do the Wandering voices though??)