[kitten5862]

Must finish personality and pictures still, I'll try to get them done soon. Also good luck to everyone! <3 C:

[Kaylawolf]

Good luck everyone! May the best forms win! <3

[Rohan.]

good luck all ^^

[apache~]

I'm back but I'll need a few days before i can start judging. Still, get your forms finished ASAP!

[corgie]

Thanks <3

Any specific date it will be ended? *has a lot to do*

[mordacious]

When I saw you posted, Apache, I almost had a mini heart attack. I need to kill my procrastination... /stabs it with a spork











*(For screen shot purposes. .3.*

[MissKiwiBird]

-RP-

[Wlyrout]

Oh my gosh, I nearly died when I saw Shy and Apache's posts. Correction, I did die.
Too exited, but I still have SO MUCH TO DO!

[Foi]

{{Decided to post my whole thing, in case you missed. Sorry, I'll delete and edit the other post if you really like. Hope you like my spiffy homemade titles. xD}}



One please. ^^



Female



Akantha. (Thorn in greek.)
[Ah-can-tha]



The small unnamed pup trotted towards the rose bush, attracted to the soft looking white petals. Her mother watched her, anticipating her next move. The pup got to the rose bush and stopped to sniff the rose. It smelt sweet, and appealing. She rubbed her nose on the feather-like petals. The largest petal dropped off the rose and floated to the ground. The pup stopped and looked at the petal curiously. She stepped forward to see if any other petals would fall off, and felt something pierce her paw. She whimpered and leapt back, and lifted and turned her paw. Blood seeped out of the wound and the pup stared at her sore paw. She had never seen blood before. A small droplet of blood dripped off her paw, onto the white rose petal on the ground, staining it red. The pup’s mother padded over and nuzzled the small pup, the pup’s eyes filled with tears, pain saddening her expression. The pup gingerly raised her paw, and her mother looked at her with sympathy in her eyes. She licked her pup’s paw and curled her tail around her.
Later on in the day the pup was named Akantha, meaning thorn.



Inquisitive:
Akantha has always been an inquisitive one, ever since she was a pup. Her curiosity had led to various troubles, but they had always been sorted out without a fuss. Akantha’s inquisitiveness even led to her name.

Cheerful:
Akantha is nearly always cheerful. If somebody’s sad or depressed, or even if everything’s normal, she’ll always cheer them up with her positive attitude. Sometimes when something bad happens to her family, or something just devastating happens, she’ll be sad, but these occasions appear rarely.

Vicious Fighter:
Whenever fighting an enemy, Akantha is extremely vicious. She will snarl, and growl and fight until she can fight no more. She always makes the most of battles, for the rest of the warriors of Isket, and for herself.

Loving:
Akantha is extremely loving to anyone and everyone. She loves everybody, even strangers. Every morning she will try and nuzzle everybody and greet them.

Protective:
Driven by the love of everyone, she is extremely protective of them, and hates it when anybody is injured in fights. She usually blames herself for not being there to help them fight against their opponent, and thinks she should always be everywhere at once.

Enjoys Life While She Still Can.



Akantha sat up and yawned. Morning already? She had hardly gotten a wink of sleep the night before because of the heat. She saw that everybody was getting up and starting the day, so she dashed towards them. She nuzzled all of them, giving each a lick of greeting. She thought about giving the alphas a lick too, but then she realized that they had better things to do than talk with a warrior. She greeted them as they walked past but didn’t move to nuzzle them or lick them like she did to the other warriors. She was afraid they’d tell her off for not being serious.

Akantha highly respected the alphas and didn’t want to get on there bad side. Both Rayo and Soraya were huge role models to her, and she dreamed that she would be an alpha one day. But she knew it was just a dream, and that it would never happen. And it meant that the alphas would die, and she would never want that! Clanking sounds brought her out from her thoughts.

The other warriors were getting on their armor!
“What’s going on?” She demanded to the nearest warrior.
“Kronadors!” He growled. Akantha ran towards her armor and picked it up. She asked a warrior to help her, so she did, patiently. Once all of her armor was on, she barged towards the grassy plains, where she already heard bloodcurdling screams, gruesome ripping, and other ghastly sounds. Akantha suddenly stopped. This could be the end. In the last kronador fight she had been brutally ripped open by two kronadors. The shaman only just saved her from the paw of death trying to rip her soul from her body. Suddenly she heard a high-pitched battle cry. She turned just in time to see something jump on her and she felt teeth in her throat. A kronador!

She writhed under the kronador, only making it dig it’s teeth even further into her neck. She couldn’t help but start to make choking and gurgling sounds, as the kronador sliced at her muzzle and raked it claws down her rump, it’s fangs still fastened in her throat. She finally managed to squirm out from under it, a thin stream of blood trailing down her mouth. She felt rage surge through her as the kronador lunged at her again. She snarled and swiped at it scoring her claws down it’s eye, blood spurting out. It screamed and retreated, running away over the fields.

Akantha howled triumphantly. She had just defeated a kronador! Suddenly something bowled her over, winding her. She got a glimpse of a kronador face before everything went black.

Akantha blinked open her eyes and saw the shamans face a few tails away. Her mother also stood over her, despair and grief twisted her pretty, tear-stained face, causing pain to explode through Akantha’s chest. How long had she been asleep, supposedly dead, at her mother’s feet for? Her mother looked so tired, that Akantha wouldn’t have been surprised if she had been waiting for her beloved lost daughter to wake up?

“Mother?” Akantha asked, her voice faint.
“Akantha? Is that you? Oh, Akantha. What have you done?”



With Armor: http://i54.tinypic.com/2yjydxl.jpg
Without Armor: http://i55.tinypic.com/11jrh1j.png
Sorry about the sketchiness of the two pictures, I didn't want to take too long, though I bet I spent more than an hour and half sketching them out.
She was fun to do, if I win her I'll do so much more art of her.



I love this litter, the pups look so natural. <3
I'm sure a lot of other people want this pup, and I worked hard on this, so I like to think a have a chance of getting this beautiful pup.
Amazing art, again.
Oh, and good luck to everyone else!

[nixxiona]

whole thiing wip, will finish soon!



# of Pup you want: 1 please
Name: hayla
Gender: female
Short Story/ History:



hayla's story


day 1
as i walked down the hunting path, following the other trainees, i was snatched. the day i left my momma's side for the first time would be the last time i ever saw her. where was i? in the talons of a KRONADOR.

day 2
as the kronador left me in the cave, i saw the last speck of light come through the crack before the cave was sealed. i was alone in the home of a kronador.

STORY A GIANT WIP!

hayla's personality

headstrong
hayla will go through a brick wall for her friends or family. she is determined to "do it right".
Art of the pup:
Other: