[Feonix]

Phew. ^^ Edited my post with my form. And I've finished it.

[Pety]

Number of the pup: Number 6

Name: Miax (Mi-ac-ss) (The C sound like a K..)

(I Mixt some off the letters from her parents names ( Ajax and Foalan.)and Foalans parents (Laurona and Mardelius.).)
(Like this: Mardelius Ajax = Miax .)
(But you can also take the letter "A" from Laurona and Foalan!)

Short Story:

-Woooah! I allmost tript down the mountain. I jumpt back so I won't fall down.
I lookt around, the beautiful red mountains where our home, mine and my familys home..
From here you can see all the blue grass and a bit longer.
We does'nt live up here so we can see our beautiful land, no.
We live up here so we can see if any enemies is coming. (And that i know for sure.)
And there just as blue as the grass so theres not allways so easy to see them.
-Uhhhuhu.. I got a strange feeling all over my body.
I decided to go to bed again.
I turned my head up to the dark heaven and whisperd.
-Good by my friend..
I walkt into the little cave on top off the mountain, and I only stopt once
to look back at the heaven before I walkt into the sleeapers land.. once again.

Art:

Pic off her (different poses.): viewtopic.php?f=30&t=868922&p=22205791#p22205791
Armor: viewtopic.php?f=32&t=872394

Say three things about the WoI:

* Kronadors are a mix of horses and reptiles.
* In The land Isket the grass is blue, the mountains are red and the water is White.
* A W.O.I:s Armor must have a chest plate and a back plate.

[.:Liri_Biersack:.]

Number of the pup:pup #3!
Name:Irtirni
Short Story:As well as she was playful, she was serious, and nobody ever knew who was going to be there, Playful Irtini, or Serious Irtini
Art: am doing
[b]Say three things about the WoI: #1- Nobody makes customs. #2- The land of Isket is: blueish grass, plants, white rivers, redisch mountains, more night then a sunny day. #3- The seasons of Isket are: Spring, Summer, And Winter!


Hope I get her

[Alaska.]

It says in the rules 'no colored in art as your own except for armor designs'

[Birchwood Hollow]

Name: Solstis
Number of the pup: 6
Short Story:
(I know Solstis is still a pup, but this is just for the contest)
Solstis was still young, but was old enough to earn her armor. She was being sent off into the woods by herself to travel through to tough bracken, and the dark forest of Isket. Her colorful fur started to dull as she tried to squeeze her way through the thick forest. She sniffed once in a while in case of a kronador might appear. Her paws ached from the long heavy walk, but her heart raced with anticipation of what she would see of her armor. This armor was hard to obtain, but it connected to each of the warriors like kin. Once the trees spread farther and farther apart, she broke into a steady trot, with the soft earth under her paws slightly cool. The air was fresh, the trees smelt of home, she started running, jumping over rocks, dodging trees. How she longed to see the armor that would protect her, sheild her from the evil. She started imagining what it might look like. Would it be rusty from sitting there for thousands of years? Will it look magnificint like the alpha's? She began zoning out when she accedintly ran into a bush. She did a sumersault, but was fine. She quickly got up, and smelt the air for danger, her senses on alert. She needed to be more serious, more intent on finishing her mission. The mission, that she would remember for a long time. She noticed she was surrounded by saplings, and tall bushes. She took a running start and leaped over one of the smaller bushes. She scented the air, and sniffed the ground. She barked twice, and some birds flew out of the tree above her. Feeling satisfied, Solstis continued with the mission.
Say three things about the WoI:
1. The warriors of Isket fight for peace
2. Every young WoI has to earn their armor by going on a mission
3.The warriors are a wolf cross breed
Art:

[squints]

I don't know what it is but I made her into this mad woman X)
*Warning it is kind of creepy X)*

Number of the pup:
3
Why this pup?
I saw her hanging over her parent's just looking at the little farie (Let me know if there's a different name please,<3) and for some reason I though about how I would do something like that <3 a instantly loved her and knew I had to have her <3 ANd then I just twisted this sweet little pup into the crazed doctor
Name:
skoúro
Nick Name?
Sko (S-K-OO)
Why this name?
It's Greek, I was going to name her Gray flower simply because she reminds me of a flower, but it looks like she has this Dark side, I couldn't get Gray flower to work so I looked up Dark flower, I found I liked the dark part more <3 so I stuck with it <33

Personality
Let meh see

Mysterious
She always acts like she's always happy, but no one knows her dark and oh so real, personality.

Dark
Shes has an eerie scene of humor

Insane
She'll sit up for hours through the night quietly giggling to her self

Smart
look into those eyes, you know she's intelligent. But she's that sick kind of intelligent, hating lessers


But she can act...

Happy
By he smile she seems simple, in fact other often think that they can out smart her, but that's ok, they'll just be next on the "list"

Simple
Oh, did you find a body? Oh no one could blame little Sko, she's too simple, or so they think >D

Clumsy
She often just pretends to drop things, so if she was blame of a murder, she could just say "Oh I couldn't commit some thing like that with out falling over"

Short Story:

Pup

As a pup, I truly was simple, oh those years. My world was easy to float through. Well, until

"Sko" My mother ventured
"Yes" I said, pinning a moth to the floor, I guess I wasn't too sweet then ether, but I was kinder then I am now
"Come along" She said lightly.
I let the moth go and fallowed in her foot steps. We were heading back to the camp. Ever day mother would bring us to the Ravine so we could sit near the cool water.
My mother smiled at my father. "Think they could have a little meat?" My father questioned
My mother smiled and nodded, she guided us with her tail to this Rabbit like animal. I smiled looking up at my mother, hunger in my eyes. I'd see all the warriors eating these things. My mother said sweetly "Goo ahead pups" I leapt forward, hungrily. I rip a huge piece for my little pup jaws, and I wolfed it down,. My brothers and sisters were disgusted by the raw meat, but I loved it, and I knew I'd want more. So for the the rest of my pup hood I ate meat.

This is where I became me

Adventure to the cave
Being a trainee was pretty fun, the other wolves no longer stared at me when I ate meat, but I was becoming a sicker beast of my minor self. I was much more dark then the sweet little pup that I was. I wanted to be a Shaman, sadly this was taken, but I do have to say Death intrigues me *insert eerie smile here* Anyway! Back to me traveling to get my armor

It was a rather peaceful, or at least for half of the way. As I ventured deeper into the dark forest a young Kronador, about my age decided to interfere with my trip. I growled, what was it doing in our territory? I launched my self at it, mistake. It got my thigh,this would be a good match for me. My lips twisted upward in an eerie smiled as I turned back at the Kronador, I have a feeling I creeped it out a bit. I lowered my body, waiting for a perfect time to strike. It was waiting for me, wondering when I was going to strike. We stood there, me with this completely morbid smile upon my face and this lizard thing waiting for me to strike. Finally it thundered toward me, mistake. My grin widened, I quickly hoped to the side and as it came by I launched my self at it's side, ripping it's stomach to bits, As I landed I smirked. It still wasn't finished, the beast became insanely angry once again, but much slower in trotted toward me. I was ready, it wouldn't be hard any way, it was weak and bleeding. I looked up my morbid smile returning, "Time to kiss your life good bye" I chuckled and launch my self at it's throat. A heard a "Crack" this sound sent chills through my spine, it made me feel good. But the gash in my thigh burned, I hurried onward. I was lucky to not have to fight off any more Kronadors. My leg slowed my down.

I don't remember if it was days, weeks or just hours, but I made it to the cave, it was huge, filled with armor. I wanted something deadly looking, so it would fit my personality . I stopped my self from picking the super spiked armor, I thought to my self If I come back with this beastly armor, every one's going to question me, "Why get that scary armor" I have to remember they think I'm simple, and stupid" I moved onward, waiting for something to catch my eye. I caught sight of something silver, I drug it out, It was going to be mine. The theme looked as it were a deadly flower, just What I wanted. Golden and Copper flowers danced upon it, but blood red jewels accompanied the girly flowers, and spikes lingered on the shoulders. I knew it would be just perfect

Rest of her teen years
When I got back to the pack I greeted with things such as "Oh, how pretty!" or "Your armor is so beautiful" I just returned with a fake giggle and "Oh I know, I just love the Flowers!" Every one continued to think I was a sweet little simpleton and I was no threat to anyone, no one at all. It was fun to be able to just fool them so easily, I went through my training, my Mentor was quiet surprized at my violent fighting styles.

I usually liked giving my enemy a large wound, then go for the neck. MY mentor, tried and tried again to teach me to be a bit more merciful. Psh Mercy is for losers. I just kept practicing my way. My mentor would say "How'd you become so violent" I just giggle and shrug, even I don't know how I became this morbid creature.

Current day
Now, to day I am this beast, this morbid, dark, crazy beast. But, some how I am able to hide this dark, emptiness behind a giggle and a smile. I hope no one finds this cold empty thing with in myself. What I don't know is how I get a mate, maybe I'll just come out and tell the pack, I mean I'd never kill anyone of them, no matter how badly the need a strangling, I'd fight by their side till the death. No matter how crazy, mad and bloodthirsty I become, I will always be loyal to my pack

Notes and quotes

What ever this thing call meat is, it sure is good, my brothers and sisters wont come anywhere near it, but I love it so much! I'm curious as to what this red stuff that comes from it is, it's pretty, I just love this red color.

I'm getting sick of these idiots, [sigh] I guess this just comes with hiding my real self. I'm also getting sick of these stupid flowers on my armor. But the red drops still intrigue me, how can these stones look so much like blood? I love the spikes, oh the spikes.

How does my mentor not realize I AM NOT going to listen to him? I don't want to give mercy, that's not who I am, I am a deadly beast, and that's how I'm going to fight, not matter how much he hates it

Theme Songs

Lonely
By Attack Attack

Turbo Swag
By Attack Attack

Renob, Nevada
By Attack Attack

(Hmm, I guess I like Attack Attack X) )

Country Song
Seether


Art:

By the EPIC saikiyo Who did this for me <<<<<<3333


By the Epic Aysan1 <333

Blitz is still working on theirs <3

Yoki Moki Is still working on theirs <3

JUst a smig late but Lilian Nightshade said it was ok <3

Say three things about the WoI:

One
Warrior of Iskets are Wolf cross breeds

Two
They gain their armor from a large cave deep in the back of a large forest

Three
Their dens are a huge network of rooms and tunnels

<3

[Kellygreen16]

numbe: 6

why ti\his pup: i would of been glad to have ant this one just feels right

name: Rice

why this name: Named from Jerry rice he played for one of my favorite teams and now hes in the hall of fame

say three things about the WoI:

one
they live in packs

two
their called pups when their babbys

three
dogs decend from wolves

[shibuki]

I do believe you didnt read the thread or the front page.

The pup is a female

and they are not wolves

[Featherhandcuffs]

Number of the pup: Pup 1
Name: Tiszta (TEA-st-AH)
Short Story:
(English is not my first language, though I do not want that to be an excuse for bad grammar. I only mention this because I learned British English, not American English. My writing style may seem a bit funny, but you should still be able to read what I've written. If not, then I clearly do not deserve this pup.)

The sky was a cold dark blue that evening, sending chills down the young pup's spine. Tiszta shivered from the chill, the bitter air making her crouch a bit lower to the ground as she left the den. She had grown so tired of those big old caves they called home, being stuck down there for so long was a pain. Sure they were large, and connected to everyone else, but something about that reddish hue made her jumpy; anxious. Leaving the den felt wondrous, though she knew that she was breaking mother's rules. "No leaving the den without me there, don't even think about it," Tiszta said under her breath, not really mocking her mother, just repeating her instructions out loud as if for clarification. The pup's ears fell down slightly as she thought about what she was doing. She figured that "leaving" required a certain amount of intent, no? She wasn't going on her own accord, no, there was nothing she could do about the events that had to occur. It was her duty, not her choice. Looking behind her carefully, appearing rather cautious, she checked for any sign of mother or father. With no sight of them, Tiszta scampered away from the den, her large puppy paws hard not to trip over. She was a larger pup now, no longer dependent on the safety of the den. She had been out many times with her family or some scouts and guards, but never out alone, and never out so late. The crisp air seemed to nip at her heels, edging her on.

Tiszta loped through the expansive blue fields, noting how loud her paws were against the ground. She wished that she could be swift like her mother or stealthy like her father, but everyone assured her that would come with time. It would have been helpful on this quest that is certain. Glancing up at the deep blue sky as she ran, Tiszta couldn't help but sigh with envy at the beautiful orbs of light. They were like nothing she had ever seen before, so distant and small. The stars almost seemed delicate all the way up there, being held a sort of prisoner by the unrelenting night. She felt sorry for them, caught in the darkness like that, but she envied them as well. With such large numbers, they must not have been very lonely; not that Tiszta was terribly lonely. Like a Celestial family of beauty, they held themselves with a fragile pride that was practically ageless. Stunning. Wagging her tail in the slightest the pup quickened her pace, anxious to be at her destination. Once there she would be able to free those stars. The journey was a shockingly lengthy one, though it might have just seemed like that since she'd never been farther than the waterfall which was relatively close to the caves. She found herself growing tired, but giving up was not an option. Many times the pup would stumble over herself or a rock with a loud whine, crashing into the ground with a force of several stones, but this didn't deter Tiszta from continuing on.

After what seemed like eons of running, the young pup saw that her destination was just ahead. She could smell the sweetness of the forest close by, which stood out strongly against the scent of the blue grass beneath her paws. Finally being able to come to a stop, Tiszta halted and angled her head practically straight back, trying to find the top of the cliff face she just stopped in front of. Yes, a large reddish cliff, so massive that it seemed to loom over the pup who was downright tiny in comparison. Said pup sighed, her head sort of hanging low in fatigue already. Deciding that it was worth it, Tiszta began to make her way up the cliff face, which had different protruding rocks that made scaling it semi-easy for a small pup. She would place her back paws on one stone while her front paws rested on the other, serving as a balance as she hopped to it. The climb was a complete chore since it was right after such an excruciating run, the pup panting heavily in weariness. Before she could give up Tiszta made it to top, which caused her to smile wide and wag her smallish tail. With all four paws on the solid ground she flopped onto the lush foliage, air leaving her lungs in a rush. Regaining her breath she looked up at the sky, those shiny stars looking at her. They appeared almost anxious up in their vast prison, as if they knew that Tiszta was there for them. Well, she was. Pulling herself to her feet, the girl tilted her head towards the skies and opened her mouth wide, letting out a pitiful howl. It was honestly the most pathetic thing anyone would ever hear come out of a wolf's muzzle, but she howled her heart out.

This is what she came to the top of this cliff to do; to howl until the stars danced their way out of the sky. When stuck in the caves, Tiszta had wondered quite a bit. On one of her boredom-induced trips she found a member of the pack she had never seen before, someone she thought looked bizarre. He wore a cape of feathers around his shoulders and a mischievous smile on his muzzle, gazing down at Tiszta. The pup was just about to turn and return to her parents but the wolf called softly, “Come here girl, let me tell you a story." Not wanting to be rude, she walked back over to him, her ears low and her head hanging. She tried to be respectful to this mysterious member of the pack, but she got a sort of weird vibe from him. Nothing to be scared of, there was just a curious vibe from him that she was not used to. She sat down in front of him, listening as the wolf asked, “What is your name, pup?" "Tiszta," she responded, her voice quiet and surprisingly high. The wolf chuckled and smiled kindly, saying, “Tiszta, what a beautiful name. You are Foalan and Ajax's girl, correct?" The pup nodded, her ears perking a bit. The sliver-coloured wolf said, “Well Tiszta, I've got a story to tell you. Now I know you’re probably sick of legends and folklore, but I've got a very special tale for you. Listen close." Tiszta moved closer to the wolf with her ears erect, interested in what this wolf had to say. He seemed rather wise, plus the girl always loved a good story. He looked around first, pretending to look around and make sure no one was listening, than began to tell his story in a voice that added pure magic to the tale.

"A long time ago, before even our ancestors, the world was quiet. Few creatures roamed the lands we walk across now, and none had a leader among them. No, they all obeyed the same four celestial leaders. The sun, the land, the water, and the air. They coexisted well, working together to maintain one another. The sun controlled the length of the creature's days, the water controlled how many lived, the land controlled who slept where, and the air controlled who may fly and who would not. When they longed to meet with one another they would all take to their meeting hall, which we now call the sky. Because the sun was their Ultimate Alfa, he insisted that the others come to him in the sky, expecting all of them to be able to find their way up. If they could not then they were not worthy of being a leader. The wind would push itself upward easily, snaking its way to the sun for their conference. The water would regroup up in the clouds, collecting its fragile form up there so that it too could listen to the meeting without having to add much. And then, there was the land. There was no way for the being to haul itself to the skies for it was too grand, and even if it tried it would probably hurt its creatures. Many times the land attempted to send a piece of itself up into the sky, from asking the water to push a piece up to begging the wind to sweep it upward. Neither would help. They were too proud, too narcissistic. They thought that the land was nothing worth mentioning, not worth a leadership position. Sadly, the sun agreed.

The land was outraged that no one would help him to the sky, he deserved to be a part of their meetings, and he would stop at nothing to be there. He pushed large ranges of himself toward the heavens, creating what we now call mountains. He tried desperately to be a part of the group he had a right to, to be a member of the leaders as he had always been. Why was the sun staring this ridiculous rule now? But, because the land was straining himself so, he began to shake. He would shake and shake and shake, and as he was extending himself to skies, the creatures that skittered across it were in frenzy. They were in complete chaos, running all different ways frantically. So many died in the frenzy, trying to get away from the large herds of animals and the sudden cracks in the ground. The sun, seeing this commotion on the ground, was outraged. He called in a deep, booming voice, ‘ENOUGH.' The land stopped its approach. The sun said furiously, “You put your creatures in danger for no good reason at all. In your ignorance, you did not realize that the sky touches you as well. Because you put your creatures in peril you shall be punished severely. I will take your most beautiful creature, and they will be caught up here with me, held against their will until you’re learned your lesson. You will be forced to see them every dusk to dawn until you've come to realize your mistake.'" "What was the most beautiful creature?" Tiszta interrupted, so tangled in the story. The wise wolf answered, “The butterbird's ancestors. The stars. They lived on this land long ago, and they were magnificent. The sun took them away mercilessly and left them in the meeting room which is now known as the sky, holding them in place. He turned the sky into a prison, refusing to let them leave until the land learns its lesson." "How does it do that?" Tiszta inquired. The wolf shrugged, answering sadly, “We have to find out. However, they say if a brave, intelligent pup calls for them, they will find the will to wriggle their way out of the sky's grasp." The wolf now smiled mischievously again, though Tiszta didn't notice that it was mocking. She got to her feet and dipped her head, saying, “Thank you, sir, it was great meeting you." Then she ran from the cave.

Her how rang through the fields weakly, the sound almost like fingernails on a chalkboard. No matter it's poor quality the pup howled her heart out, longing to save the stars. They must look down at the land and pine for home again; it must have been so scary all the way up there. Tiszta continued for a long time, until she heard a voice she was absolutely dreading. Mother. "Tiszta! Tiszta!" Her mother ran up the cliff face, looking up at her pup as she called frantically,"Child, get down from there this instant!" Beside Tiszta's mother was the caped wolf. What was he doing here? The wolf called in a strong voice, “Come down, dear, you are in danger! It was but a legend; did I not tell you that?" The pup ceased her howls, looking down at the pair with curiously confused eyes, calling back in her adorably youthful voice, “But, Momma, I'm saving the stars! Look at them all the way up there, we have to help them!" Her mother shook her head furiously and said, “Get down from there, now, or I'll come up there myself!" Tiszta frowned, sighed, and then walked to the edge of the cliff with the intent of climbing down when the pair of adult wolves suddenly screamed,"TISZTA!" The pup looked behind her swiftly, but it was too late. A large, terrifying Chimerial Kronador was behind her, its breath making her fur stand on end. It roared fiercely, its neon green eyes piercing. Tiszta gasped and practically jumped back, almost falling off of the cliff. She held her ground well, but she pressed against the ground in pure fear, her ears down and her tail tucked. The beast growled low, examining the wolf, planning.

Standing there at the edge of that cliff, fearing death, something clicked inside of Tiszta. She could feel her emotion change from fear to anger. A sudden, all-consuming anger that she couldn't control. How dare this beast threaten her? She stood straight and tall now, her head held high and her tail erected in the air, snarling at the dark coloured beast. Her hackles rose in anger and alarm, staring the beast down with her own pair of burning green eyes. Baring her teeth, she growled, “Be gone! You don't scare me, monster!" The beast seemed almost shocked by the pup's sudden outburst, its head moving back a bit at the small white creature. It huffed, still staring, when it finally decided that the creature was not a threat. The monster made a ferocious noise of disdain, his head high in the sky, and then used its powerful tail to knock the dainty girl off of the cliff. She came tumbling down roughly, whines and whimpers to be heard from the unfortunate pup. Tiszta landed with a sickening thud, strewn across the blue grass in a painful position. "Tiszta! Oh Tiszta, are you alright?" Her mother ran to her while the silver wolf guarded the two, snarling in a threatening manner at the Kronador. Even if the Kronador was all the way on top of the cliff, there was no way he'd leave the mother or her pup unprotected.

Tiszta looked up at her mother with a sort of sheepish expression, her eyelids still fluttering as she tried to bat away the dizzying feeling that the fall had caused. She flattened her ears against her head as she said, “I’m sorry Momma, I couldn't let the stars stay stuck up there any longer. Can you imagine what it's like to be trapped in darkness for so long?" Tiszta's mother shook her head at the pup, a worried look plastered on her face. "At least they have each other. I thought you were gone. If you were, then I'd be just like one of those stars; trapped in a dark place, only I wouldn't have someone to be there with me. You've got to promise that you won't run off anymore no matter what silly story you hear, alright?" Tiszta nodded, getting to her feet. Her mother smiled a bit, then said sternly, “I’ll let your father deal with you," which made the pup lower to the ground. With the Kronador gone, the silver wolf trotted to the pair hastily, standing beside them as he said, “Shall we go home? I fear that more will come after hearing all of that commotion." Foalan nodded her head in agreement, but then looked at the silver wolf with a sort of glare. She said in a scolding tone, “If you ever tell my pup another one of your crazy tales, Igino, you will be sorry." The silver wolf, whose name was apparently Igino, let his tail fall in slight submission as he said, “Yes, of course, Foalan, no more stories." With a proud nod, Tiszta's mother turned around and started walking towards home, her tail high. Tiszta started to fallow, Igino at her side. Looking down at the young pup, he said with a slight smile, “You know Tiszta, you were fabulous up there. A true warrior." Tiszta smiled a bit bashfully, looking rather pleased as she asked softly, “Really?" Igino nodded, as though there was no doubt in his mine, and said with finality, “If the legend was true, there is no doubt you'd be the one to free those stars."
Art: [x] [x] [x]
I drew all of these. The last one's line art is done by Neara, and can be found here.

Say three things about the WoI:

*Warrior of Isket are Wolf cross breeds and they should stay this way! NO Humans, or Anthro, and no Normal Wolves!

*Warrior of Isket could only be used in the planned RP!NO other RP except you have a permission from the whole WoI Board (Lilian Nightshade, Neara, TheWolfsgirl90, and apache~)

Breeding:
Only the Custom and Alfa WoI's can breed, even so, before you decide to create a litter you still need to ask for the Board's permission.

Also, WoI can only breed with other WOI.

In my words, the WoI should remain large wolves and you may only RP them in the offical RP. If you'd like to create a new you you'll have to take it up with Neara, Lillian Nightshade, TheWolfsgirl90, and apache~. Only custom and Alfa WoI's can breed, so if you want pups you'll have to ask premission from the board. WoI can only have pups with other WoI.

[NuttyMuffins]

Number of the pup: Number Three
Name: Kear'ia (Keer-E-ah)
Personality:
Short Story:

The golden sun inched over the horizon, while the anxious pup sat at the edge of her den. With the sun hitting on the blue dew covered grass made it look like a green color. The tan pup inhaled the chilly damp air and shivered with excitement. Today would be the day! The day where she would finally stop being called a pup and earn her armor. She would be noticed as a strong Warrior born to defend Isket and help claim the land that was rightfully theirs. Normally the pup was very calm and relaxed, but she had been dreaming for this day far too long. Her pale eyes scanned the area that belonged to the Warriors, there were a few up and about, but for the most part the field was empty. As the day would draw on many more would be roaming around, but almost everybody was still in their warm dens close beside loved ones, like the rest of her family had been doing. Something sparkled in the distance and caught the eye of the pup. As soon as it consistently drew closer, Kear'ia she knew who it was. She seemed to have befriended a fairy from a younge age, and since the two have been inseparable. It happened one day when all the pups were out and about for one of the first times. It was possibly the third time that her soft paw pads had touch the land of blue grass known as Isket, when she met her little friend. A few of the pups had been chasing each other, tackling and just playing while she sat back and watched. She more often then not enjoyed watching then participating in games like that. And all of the sudden there was a uneven thudding sound and Kear'ia turned her head to see a fairy clumsily flying around. She quickly got to her feet, keeping her eyes on the fairy, moved forward and gently lifted her muzzle up from under the fairy to give it a place to rest. As soon as the fairy felt a warm fluffy object under her feet she collapsed and fell to her knees. The fairy just sat there panting. Kear'ia asked the fairy, as carefully as she could, to not move a lot and make the fairy dizzy, "Hi, my names Kear'ia. What happened?" The fairy looked at the pup sympathetically and motioned to her mouth and made an 'x' with her arms. The fairy felt bad for not being able to communicate with the pup, but she was a mute. Kear'ia understood that the fairy couldn't talk and asked "Do you have a name? If so could you write it in the dirt or something?" The fairy nodded her head, she was nameless. The pup carefully sat down with the fairy still on the tip of her snout and thoughtfully said., "I'ia.." (OCC: I-AH) The fairy pondered the name for a minute, as if she was repeating it in her head. The fairy nodded and expressed a thank you to the pup by putting her the tips of her fingers on her mouth area and extending it forward. That night Kear'ia let the fairy sleep near her muzzle, and since then they have become best buddies.

I'ia stood on Kear'ia's snout, like she did the first time they met, and caused the pup to snap out of her day dream. "Today is the day!" Kear'ia happily squeaked. I'ia nodded, as if she was encouraging her. Kear'ia could understand most of what the fairy would say if she could talk because they had know each other for a little while. The pup patiently continued sitting and waiting while the sun slowly scanned over the sky. Before long a couple of Kear'ia's siblings came tumbling out of the den. It seemed every waking moment they were tackling each other. Kear'ia couldn't help but smiling at her goofy siblings. Then quickly after the tackle fest, Kear'ia's mother come out. Somehow, for Kear'ia there was always something comforting knowing her mother was around. She got this warm feeling inside and it always soothed her. She quietly arose from where she had been sitting to greet her mother, "Good Morning Mother. I'm so excited for today!" Kear'ia seemed to be able to contain her excitement, by expressing it in words instead of hopping around like a bunny.

Kear'ia and all her siblings stood at the edge of the dangerous Forest, awaiting the order to move forward. Their mother proudly stood off the the side, all her babies entering this Forest would emerge out of it as Warriors for Isket. Sworn to protect their lands and their families. Even though this would just be the beginning of a long journey to become a full on grown defender, they would all be recognized as something more then just 'pups'. Kear'ia's pale eyes scanned the Forest to get a head start. Logic. Thats Kear'ia. Be aware of your surrounding, use it to your full advantage, turn your enemy's own power against them. Her little heart thudded, pounding blood throughout her body as her ice cold breath pierced the air, "I'm Ready.." Her feet itched to pounce as she waited for the voice to call out the command to go for it. To pass the seconds that seemed like years she made a list in her head to think of what surprises could be in the Forest.

Kronadors

Her eyes widened at the thought of crossing paths with a Kronador. While she was stunned at the thought, the command was given. All pups rushed forward, but Kear'ia was way ahead of them. Though she was caught off guard, she had agility on her side, and a quick mind. So before she even knew she leaped forward, she was already a good couple tail lengths into the Forest. For a split second she wondered if she was the first to leap in, then she wondered what thoughts were entering her mothers head. Worry is probably the first thing for a mother to think of, as her puppies rush forward into a deadly forest. Seeing your very own babies, being put into a forest where death is an option and not being able to protect them. Then seeing them as mature warrior, it must be terrifying, and yet some how exciting. Kear'ia felt a little sorry for what her mother might be going through, but then the thought crossed her mind, "Now, I really have a drive. My mother, I'm doing this for her, I can't let her down.". Kear'ia picked up speed at this thought. Another motivation. Kear'ia started to loose the scent trail and stopped to sniff around. A rustle in the bushes made her get down low and prepare, when suddenly the scents of her siblings wafted her way. Kear'ia would always avoid a fight if theres a chance, so she followed the scent and darted away. Before she knew it she was back on track. Kear'ia scanned the forest and noticed a faint blue white blur coming towards her. I'ia! Kear'ia halted and waited a second for I'ia to meet her, "You can't help me, you know that. I need to do this by myself, but you can follow me." Kear'ia said quickly, as if this was a race and she was running out of time. I'ia nodded and pushed herself forward, moving closer to her companion. Kear'ia picked up the scent of her forefathers and lunged forward. Her heart was pounding and she was panting, but there was still a long way to go. Kear'ia thought to herself, that theres more to scare you in this Forest then things that can really endanger you. Except for the Kronadors. Kear'ia had been told stories of those ugly creatures, how they are strong have long claws and teeth and are extremely hard to kill. Kear'ia hoped she wouldn't have to face one, but if it so happened she was prepared. For any and everything.

Kear'ia ran into a dead end. A huge pile of giant rocks, but the strange thing was, she could still follow her species scent. It... Was going up... She was expected to climb it. Kear'ia admitted to herself that she was not prepared for this. She jumped on top of the closest rock to her and followed the scent. She realized that she couldn't smell her siblings, and wondered if there was more then one way to the cave or if she was ahead of all the others. But she leaped from rock to rock and finally made it to the top of the mound. It was a long way down, but she could faintly see a little cave entrance. Hope filled within her and her body wanted to jump forward, but she was holding herself back. The way down was tricky. There were a lot of steep drop-offs and rocks where you would need to balance, otherwise you'd fall and get stuck in between two boulders. She inhaled the cold moist Forest air, and got control of her shakiness. She slowly placed one of her fore feet on the boulder below her and evenly shifted her balance so that she wouldn't slip. She kept moving down, lower and lower. Slowly but she was making it, when she got a whiff of a strong pungent odor. One she hadn't really even smelt before. She looked up to see a Kronador at the top of the rock hill. Fear took place of her balance and she stumbled down, her feet slipping everywhere. The Kronador tried many times to make it down, but it must have figured it was too risky just to attempt to attack a pup. So it let out a loud hiss, and scurried away. Kear'ia then stopped on her unsteady boulder, to catch her breath. She looked down, and the cave entrance was within a ten yards away. She slowly made her way down, taking caution with every movement. Her heart was still pounding from meeting the Kronador, and her paws were shaking. But she was so close and was determined to get there, and be on of the first. A breeze ruffled her fur and she could smell a sibling. She saw a brown figure making is own way to the cave entrance. Turns out there was more then one way to the cave.

Kear'ia was now too excited to care about safety and carelessly bounded from one rock to another until she leaded to the ground. The cave was dark and hard to make things out, it didn't help that the sun wasn't in the middle of the sky either. Since Isket is night most of the time, normally their eyes are adjusted to the dark. But it was just at the wrong time of day, where the sun wasn't at its brightest point but it was still enough to throw her off balance a bit. Thankfully Kear'ia had a trusty 'ol glowing pal I'ia. Kear'ia made her way into the cave, and the aroma of metal, gold, silver, bronze, jewels and the scent of every other Warrior that entered in was amazing. Kear'ia was the first to enter, but a couple of her siblings were very close behind. She slowly took a step forward and fully embraced the wonder of it all. Everything was so old and so well preserved. Her eyes scanned the cave light by fairy light. She carefully looked at clusters on armor at a time. There were so many, and lots of them looks amazing. How could she choose? She decided to go with a very light yet strong armor, that she could be comfortable running and being swift in. She looked at jewel incrusted armor, armor with wings everywhere it could be. By now a few of her siblings were entering the cave and taking everything in, while the rest were quite close. She saw so many wonderful armors, but didn't know what to choose. The fairy light hit a white and rose-gold lined armor. It was gorgeous, stunning beautiful, breath taking. She made a bee line toward it. She lifted it up with her mouth and found it was much light then one would think. There was enough to cover the body, yet just little enough for her to move quickly and comfortably in it. There were strings attached to it, or cloth if you may. She fitted into it perfectly. The armor would hold itself onto the user with strings. Since Kear'ia could tie for obvious reasons, she asked I'ia to tie it and before she knew it she was a warrior.

She left the cave with her siblings and their new armor soon after and made their way home together, showing they are still a family even after growing up. They met their mother at the entrance of the Forest, the same place where they left her. She waited patiently for them all and pride shone in her eyes as she saw all her pups as strong warriors with their own special armor. Kear'ia now believed there was a chosen armor made for every Warrior of Isket. They just needed to seek it out. This was for Kear'ia one of the best days of her life.

Art:
Kear'ia: X

Say three things about the WoI:
1: They live in a area with blue grass, white waters, red hills that is mostly night time and they don't have the season 'Fall' or 'Autumn'. They make their dens in high areas in the red mountains, so they can spot if an enemy approaches.
2: Isket is being 'shared' between the Warriors and a horse/lizard species called Kronadors. They have been at war with each other for a long time trying to claim Isket. So far neither of the Warriors or Kronadors have had enough fighters to defeat the enemy and conquer Isket.
3: At the age of about five months, pups become trainees and their first mission is to cross a dangerous Forrest to make it to a cave where they will find their own special armor. Their armor will be theirs and different from everybody else's.