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Elemental Woynx (c) moonlight_girl
Design (c) Me (Chasing Dreams)
Username:
Chasing Dreams
Name:
Shylo
Gender:
Male
Element:
Water
Personality:
Just like his name Shylo is one to run away from his shadow. He's not a wimp, but he is rather skittish. Shylo is never the center of attention, he prefers to be in the back of the crowd. Though if you needs help he's right by you're side. Shylo get's this feeling of guilt quite frequently. He feel's that somehow, everything bad that happens will relate to him and he will get in trouble. That's why he doesn't like to be "popular", because if no one know's who he is, then he won't be blamed for anyone's problems.
Shylo is very good with the younger pup's. He get's alone with pups and the elderly better than any adult. He's not shy around them, but acts more "normal". Shylo is also very honest. He never lies, and hates keeping secrets, though he will only under certain circumstances. Shylo tries to believe that no one lies back to him, but at times, it's hard to think anyone tells him the truth. The only ones Shylo can trust are the same Woynx's that he loves, pups and elderly, also his parents. Though they are gone, Shylo still looks up to them for guidance through his life.
History:
As a Pup:
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” My mother’s soft voice helped me sleep during the hard nights.
“He sure is, what shall we call him?” My father’s deep, raspy voice scared me and I hid under my mother’s furry tail.
“Look at that, he’s rather shy. Let’s call him… Shylo.” My Father agreed with my mother, he said he thought it was a wonderful name and fit me perfectly. Though I was a pup, I couldn’t agree any less. I pawed at my mother’s soft belly, searching for her milk. I let out little squeaks, my bobbed tail wiggling back and forth. That always made my parents laugh. They cared for me so well, I felt like I was a king.
Soon I learned to talk, but I was still too young to explore, and I still needed my mother for food and warmth. “Mother, I want to go with dad!” I pleaded, once I figured out he went on hunting trips almost every morning, I had the urge to go. “I’m sorry Shylo, but it’s way too dangerous, you could get hurt.” Though my mother was serious, she always spoke with such a soft, cunning voice. Like an angel, at least that’s what my Father always said she was. An angel from above.
That day, I waited by the entrance of our den for my father. I could hear the pack’s calls as they raced through the rain towards all the dens. But then I heard someone else, a bang! That was something I’d never heard before. My eyes opened wide and I yelped, running to my mother, then running back to the den entrance to see where my father was. And there he was, still leading the pack back to the dens. He held prey in his mouth, but was running at full speed towards us with a crazed look in his eyes.
Then it hit him. I heard another bang, and he tripped stumbling to the ground, shaking like crazy. Other Woynx’s tripped over him but never stopped to look back. I screamed, running out into the pouring rain and I didn’t listen to my mother as she screamed my name. The rain was so thick I almost couldn’t see my father’s body on the ground. But I soon bumped into him. A thick puddle of blood spread around his body. Some dripping out of his nose, and mouth. And a giant wound on his ribs. Like a hole through his body. He’s eyes were still open, but they were all white. And he’s legs were twitching. “Father!? Dad!? Can you hear me? Dad!? Please, don’t leave me!?” He never replied, I knew he was gone with the violent shaking of his body stopped.
I collapsed into his soft coat, taking in my father smell, I cried for as long as my body would let me. Until my mother found me, she was crying too, but she tried her best to hold it in. She grabbed me by the nap of my neck and raced us back into our den. My father’s blood was smeared all over me. She didn’t lick me clean, we just cried together, mourning over our loss.
As a Teenager:
That awful memory of my father’s death still buzzed I my mind. My mother had no mate to hunt for her, so I did. Even though I was still young, I was strong enough to hunt. But I always went alone. When the hunting pack left, I stayed home with my mother, guarding the entrance to our den. My mother was always so scared, every time I stepped out of the den, but I knew I was capable of taking care of us both.
Finally when the hunting pack returned, their mouths filled with tasty food. I would sneak out and hunt on my own. I was never good with groups, and I often wondered if I wouldn’t be so shy if my father was still alive. I often caught small prey, like mice. Sometimes one mouse or two. But that was all we needed to survive. Sometimes I thought our pack shunned us, they never seemed to mourn over the loss of my father. It seemed like they totally forgot about him. My mother and I prayed to him every night, for years we’ve been wishing he was doing all right.
I never made any friends as a young teenager. I was always alone, and taking care of my mother, while all the other’s got to play, and train to hunt. But, while they trained, I hunted for real. I took care of my mother while they still acted like their mother’s little babies. It made me so mad.
One day, I got into a fight with another young Woynx. He wasn’t being respectful of the elderly, and I snapped at him.
“Jerk, leave these pour creature alone, what have they done to you, but give you life, and give you a home to play in?” I snarled, shoving him away from the old Woynx. He snapped back at me, grabbing my neck and flinging me on the ground. I tried to get up, to prove I wouldn’t give into a bully. I staggered a bit, but managed to get to my feet.
“What do you know about life here, you are always hiding with your mommy, just like a little pup, scared of the light are yah?” He said, laughing a bit, as he drew lots of attention.
“For your information, I take care of my mother, my father was killed by hunters when I was a pup, and I hunt for my mother, and keep us both alive. No one helps me, I don’t have anyone to take care of me like you do.” I snarled, and lunged at his neck. Catching him by surprise, I wouldn’t let go of his throat. I made sure to apply all the pressure I could. It was just like hunting, only I was much more powerful, being filled with so much rage.
My mother spotted me and screamed, “Shylo, what are you doing, let him go.” I dropped the stubborn boy and snarling in his face. He let out a few whimpers before running to his parents. I didn’t care how much trouble I was going to be in, I needed to teach that ignorant brat a lesson about life. He obviously had to discipline nor respect taught to him in his life. He was such a fool, and one of my biggest enemies.
Learning My Element:
As an older, much more wise teenager, I began to teach myself the art’s of controlling my element. It was hard and first, and I usually would end up drowning myself by accident. But with my mother’s help, I learned some of the most advanced ways to control my element. She also helped me figure out which element I could control. It was water. Both my mother and father were water, so she figured out I was too. And she was right. I was soon able to control the flow of the river, and carry fish from the river right to our paws. That made hunting much easier, and I could get more food for us. I knew our lives would be much better now.
I soon advanced too harder ways of using my element. My mother’s old friend was an expert with bending water. He taught me ways to use my power to attack, or defend myself. Like one move called the Water Trap. That one took me the longest to master. I moved by body like I was dancing, slowing and carefully, but holding my breath the whole time. Until I felt like I had connected with the water. Once I felt that connection I could breathe, and with my mind, I created a cage like trap of water that sealed in my prey and drowned it. Most of these moves I was sworn never to use on another Woynx. Though I was so tempted to try them out on that bully, I kept my promise.
The first day I mastered the Water Trap. I was very eager to use it when I went hunting. Finally once the hunting pack returned I raced out into the thick woods. It was rather dark, and there was this awful smell of smoke.
“Hello there pup!” I heard a dark voice growl.
“Abalo, is that you?” Suddenly the forest turned orange and red, burning my eyes. I couldn’t see anything. I had figured out one thing, Abalo had set the forest on fire. He was trying to kill us all. A big muscular body slammed into my side, knocking me to the ground.
“I figured you’d be here, so now’s my only chance to destroy you.” I saw the fire burning in his eyes. He was very serious. I kicked at his stomach, sending him hurling backwards. “You can’t do this, why are you trying to kill everyone?”
“No one loves me there, so I’m going to kill them all, every last Woynx in our pack.” He had a sinister grin on his face the whole time we fought. I smashed him with water, and used almost all my power to take out the forest fire. But I had to kill Abalo. For the safety of everyone’s lives.
“The Water Trap, it’s the only way.” I started to dance around, holding my breath until I felt the connection. “What are you doing, you look like an idiot.” Abalo snarled, he started to run towards me, his body was engulfed in flames. I knew if he got to me I would be dead. I had to act fast or I everyone would be dead, and I promised I would always take care of my mother, and never leave her alone. I turned to face Abalo, my eyes started to glow and they turned pure blue, no black pupils. But blue, the whites in my eye’s had disappeared. My paws were shaking, but there was no stopping me now. I gathered all the water, and moisture I could out of what was left of the burnt woods. It was about enough to cover his head, but that was it.
I flung the water over his head but it would be a while before he drowned. The fire was still burning around his body. And then he hit me. His paws burning through my fur and into my skin. I let out howl of pain. “I won’t leave without you, Shylo.” Abalo snarled. He covered my mouth with his fiery paws, and I faded into darkness. But before I was completely gone, I saw his body fall alongside mine.
After the Attack:
“Shylo…. Can you here me?? SHYLO!? He’s not answering me, help me carry him home, quick!”
I felt my body being carried away, my eye’s were open a crack and I spotted Abalo’s dead body. I had done it, I had saved the pack! I understood how many, many pack member’s would now consider me a murderer, but I didn’t care. As long as I knew I had saved their lives, I would be happy.
My body was soon dropped to the ground, I felt my mother’s soft paws brushing my fur. I was burned all over, my mouth fel t like it was sizzling, and my chest still felt on fire. I wanted to badly to fall back into that deep sleep where you can’t feel anything. But my body wouldn’t let me. “M-mom.” I heard my mother’s foot-steps as she raced over to me.
“Shylo! You’re alive!” My eye’s opened a little more, and I soon saw my mother’s beautiful smile. She licked my face, though it stung my wounds I didn’t care, I was just so glad to see her. “Mom, I’ll be fine… I’m just a little burned.” I tried to smile, but only managed a little grin. “Shhhh, just rest, I’ll fix you up.” I soon felt the cool relief of water being gently poured on my body, soothing my burns. I swear I heard them steaming from the sudden cooling. Though my mother was becoming older now, and I was almost an adult. I swear, sometimes she still babied me too much. Though, I really didn’t mind it. I was old enough to take care of myself and move on, but the decision to leave my elderly mother haunted my mind.
She was always here for me, and I promised that I’d always be there for her. I didn’t want to leave her alone, since dad wasn’t here to comfort her when I was to move on, I decided I wouldn’t. She needed me, and I… well I needed her.
After days of recovery I was all better, running around and hunting. I formed a small group of four males, whom were close friends of mine, to hunt with. They understood my feelings to care for my mother, and respected her. They were all adult males. I was the youngest, but they still considered me an adult. At night after we gave my mother food we would all go around to try and lure females. I was always in the back just watching as the females chased them around snapping at their heels. I ended up laughing most of the time, as the guys crawled back to me with fresh scares. “Let’s hit a different group tomorrow night.” I laughed.
As an Adult:
Finally I was an adult. Roaming free and I now lived on my own, as my mother had passed from old age. I lived in the same den where I was born. I just couldn’t leave that peaceful place, it held so many memories. I had one female friend. She was just a friend though, but at times I felt as though she had feelings for me. I tried to ignore them. Her name was Mahawi. She was one of the most gorgeous Woynx’s I’ve ever seen. But I loved her as a friend, nothing more than that. We shared lots of fun memories together. We hunted together, and play-fought. But all that ended when she found a mate. He kept her hidden in a den, and anyone who walked by usually got a beating. He especially hated me, for being friends with Mawahi. I got so happy for her when I walked passed and stopped by to visit her when her mate left to hunt. I heard her little pup’s speaks, and even got to name a little girl, I named her Alara. After my mother. Mawahi lied to her mate that she came up with that name. I felt bad for him, but also tried not to care about him, as long as he took good care of Mawahi, Alara, and the rest of the pups, I was happy.
I still hung out with my group of males. I didn’t “hit” on any of the females, because when mating season came around, our group spilt up. The other males turned into savages, attacking each other over females. While I just sat back and watched. I felt like it wasn’t my time to find the one for me. I still wanted to explore, and be able to hunt on my own, without having to worry about anyone, at least yet. I sometimes got an empty feeling that I didn’t have to hunt for anyone but myself. And I almost lost my motivation to keep on moving. But I held on until mating season ended, and my friends all had their new girls. We still hunted together, but they always gave the food they caught to their mates, and we rarely talked to each other. We just hunted together, that was it.
My life had really changed, but it wasn’t a bad thing. I enjoyed my new life. I helped train the younger pups to hunt. And I was a rather respected adult, at least I was respected from the pups. Every night I prayed to my mother and father, glad that finally after all these years they were together. And even now, I still pray to them, asking for advice on how to make my life better. I did miss them, but I’m not ready to reunite with them. I still need to have a family of my own.
Art:
Chasing Dreams
Name:
Shylo
Gender:
Male
Element:
Water
Personality:
Just like his name Shylo is one to run away from his shadow. He's not a wimp, but he is rather skittish. Shylo is never the center of attention, he prefers to be in the back of the crowd. Though if you needs help he's right by you're side. Shylo get's this feeling of guilt quite frequently. He feel's that somehow, everything bad that happens will relate to him and he will get in trouble. That's why he doesn't like to be "popular", because if no one know's who he is, then he won't be blamed for anyone's problems.
Shylo is very good with the younger pup's. He get's alone with pups and the elderly better than any adult. He's not shy around them, but acts more "normal". Shylo is also very honest. He never lies, and hates keeping secrets, though he will only under certain circumstances. Shylo tries to believe that no one lies back to him, but at times, it's hard to think anyone tells him the truth. The only ones Shylo can trust are the same Woynx's that he loves, pups and elderly, also his parents. Though they are gone, Shylo still looks up to them for guidance through his life.
History:
As a Pup:
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” My mother’s soft voice helped me sleep during the hard nights.
“He sure is, what shall we call him?” My father’s deep, raspy voice scared me and I hid under my mother’s furry tail.
“Look at that, he’s rather shy. Let’s call him… Shylo.” My Father agreed with my mother, he said he thought it was a wonderful name and fit me perfectly. Though I was a pup, I couldn’t agree any less. I pawed at my mother’s soft belly, searching for her milk. I let out little squeaks, my bobbed tail wiggling back and forth. That always made my parents laugh. They cared for me so well, I felt like I was a king.
Soon I learned to talk, but I was still too young to explore, and I still needed my mother for food and warmth. “Mother, I want to go with dad!” I pleaded, once I figured out he went on hunting trips almost every morning, I had the urge to go. “I’m sorry Shylo, but it’s way too dangerous, you could get hurt.” Though my mother was serious, she always spoke with such a soft, cunning voice. Like an angel, at least that’s what my Father always said she was. An angel from above.
That day, I waited by the entrance of our den for my father. I could hear the pack’s calls as they raced through the rain towards all the dens. But then I heard someone else, a bang! That was something I’d never heard before. My eyes opened wide and I yelped, running to my mother, then running back to the den entrance to see where my father was. And there he was, still leading the pack back to the dens. He held prey in his mouth, but was running at full speed towards us with a crazed look in his eyes.
Then it hit him. I heard another bang, and he tripped stumbling to the ground, shaking like crazy. Other Woynx’s tripped over him but never stopped to look back. I screamed, running out into the pouring rain and I didn’t listen to my mother as she screamed my name. The rain was so thick I almost couldn’t see my father’s body on the ground. But I soon bumped into him. A thick puddle of blood spread around his body. Some dripping out of his nose, and mouth. And a giant wound on his ribs. Like a hole through his body. He’s eyes were still open, but they were all white. And he’s legs were twitching. “Father!? Dad!? Can you hear me? Dad!? Please, don’t leave me!?” He never replied, I knew he was gone with the violent shaking of his body stopped.
I collapsed into his soft coat, taking in my father smell, I cried for as long as my body would let me. Until my mother found me, she was crying too, but she tried her best to hold it in. She grabbed me by the nap of my neck and raced us back into our den. My father’s blood was smeared all over me. She didn’t lick me clean, we just cried together, mourning over our loss.
As a Teenager:
That awful memory of my father’s death still buzzed I my mind. My mother had no mate to hunt for her, so I did. Even though I was still young, I was strong enough to hunt. But I always went alone. When the hunting pack left, I stayed home with my mother, guarding the entrance to our den. My mother was always so scared, every time I stepped out of the den, but I knew I was capable of taking care of us both.
Finally when the hunting pack returned, their mouths filled with tasty food. I would sneak out and hunt on my own. I was never good with groups, and I often wondered if I wouldn’t be so shy if my father was still alive. I often caught small prey, like mice. Sometimes one mouse or two. But that was all we needed to survive. Sometimes I thought our pack shunned us, they never seemed to mourn over the loss of my father. It seemed like they totally forgot about him. My mother and I prayed to him every night, for years we’ve been wishing he was doing all right.
I never made any friends as a young teenager. I was always alone, and taking care of my mother, while all the other’s got to play, and train to hunt. But, while they trained, I hunted for real. I took care of my mother while they still acted like their mother’s little babies. It made me so mad.
One day, I got into a fight with another young Woynx. He wasn’t being respectful of the elderly, and I snapped at him.
“Jerk, leave these pour creature alone, what have they done to you, but give you life, and give you a home to play in?” I snarled, shoving him away from the old Woynx. He snapped back at me, grabbing my neck and flinging me on the ground. I tried to get up, to prove I wouldn’t give into a bully. I staggered a bit, but managed to get to my feet.
“What do you know about life here, you are always hiding with your mommy, just like a little pup, scared of the light are yah?” He said, laughing a bit, as he drew lots of attention.
“For your information, I take care of my mother, my father was killed by hunters when I was a pup, and I hunt for my mother, and keep us both alive. No one helps me, I don’t have anyone to take care of me like you do.” I snarled, and lunged at his neck. Catching him by surprise, I wouldn’t let go of his throat. I made sure to apply all the pressure I could. It was just like hunting, only I was much more powerful, being filled with so much rage.
My mother spotted me and screamed, “Shylo, what are you doing, let him go.” I dropped the stubborn boy and snarling in his face. He let out a few whimpers before running to his parents. I didn’t care how much trouble I was going to be in, I needed to teach that ignorant brat a lesson about life. He obviously had to discipline nor respect taught to him in his life. He was such a fool, and one of my biggest enemies.
Learning My Element:
As an older, much more wise teenager, I began to teach myself the art’s of controlling my element. It was hard and first, and I usually would end up drowning myself by accident. But with my mother’s help, I learned some of the most advanced ways to control my element. She also helped me figure out which element I could control. It was water. Both my mother and father were water, so she figured out I was too. And she was right. I was soon able to control the flow of the river, and carry fish from the river right to our paws. That made hunting much easier, and I could get more food for us. I knew our lives would be much better now.
I soon advanced too harder ways of using my element. My mother’s old friend was an expert with bending water. He taught me ways to use my power to attack, or defend myself. Like one move called the Water Trap. That one took me the longest to master. I moved by body like I was dancing, slowing and carefully, but holding my breath the whole time. Until I felt like I had connected with the water. Once I felt that connection I could breathe, and with my mind, I created a cage like trap of water that sealed in my prey and drowned it. Most of these moves I was sworn never to use on another Woynx. Though I was so tempted to try them out on that bully, I kept my promise.
The first day I mastered the Water Trap. I was very eager to use it when I went hunting. Finally once the hunting pack returned I raced out into the thick woods. It was rather dark, and there was this awful smell of smoke.
“Hello there pup!” I heard a dark voice growl.
“Abalo, is that you?” Suddenly the forest turned orange and red, burning my eyes. I couldn’t see anything. I had figured out one thing, Abalo had set the forest on fire. He was trying to kill us all. A big muscular body slammed into my side, knocking me to the ground.
“I figured you’d be here, so now’s my only chance to destroy you.” I saw the fire burning in his eyes. He was very serious. I kicked at his stomach, sending him hurling backwards. “You can’t do this, why are you trying to kill everyone?”
“No one loves me there, so I’m going to kill them all, every last Woynx in our pack.” He had a sinister grin on his face the whole time we fought. I smashed him with water, and used almost all my power to take out the forest fire. But I had to kill Abalo. For the safety of everyone’s lives.
“The Water Trap, it’s the only way.” I started to dance around, holding my breath until I felt the connection. “What are you doing, you look like an idiot.” Abalo snarled, he started to run towards me, his body was engulfed in flames. I knew if he got to me I would be dead. I had to act fast or I everyone would be dead, and I promised I would always take care of my mother, and never leave her alone. I turned to face Abalo, my eyes started to glow and they turned pure blue, no black pupils. But blue, the whites in my eye’s had disappeared. My paws were shaking, but there was no stopping me now. I gathered all the water, and moisture I could out of what was left of the burnt woods. It was about enough to cover his head, but that was it.
I flung the water over his head but it would be a while before he drowned. The fire was still burning around his body. And then he hit me. His paws burning through my fur and into my skin. I let out howl of pain. “I won’t leave without you, Shylo.” Abalo snarled. He covered my mouth with his fiery paws, and I faded into darkness. But before I was completely gone, I saw his body fall alongside mine.
After the Attack:
“Shylo…. Can you here me?? SHYLO!? He’s not answering me, help me carry him home, quick!”
I felt my body being carried away, my eye’s were open a crack and I spotted Abalo’s dead body. I had done it, I had saved the pack! I understood how many, many pack member’s would now consider me a murderer, but I didn’t care. As long as I knew I had saved their lives, I would be happy.
My body was soon dropped to the ground, I felt my mother’s soft paws brushing my fur. I was burned all over, my mouth fel t like it was sizzling, and my chest still felt on fire. I wanted to badly to fall back into that deep sleep where you can’t feel anything. But my body wouldn’t let me. “M-mom.” I heard my mother’s foot-steps as she raced over to me.
“Shylo! You’re alive!” My eye’s opened a little more, and I soon saw my mother’s beautiful smile. She licked my face, though it stung my wounds I didn’t care, I was just so glad to see her. “Mom, I’ll be fine… I’m just a little burned.” I tried to smile, but only managed a little grin. “Shhhh, just rest, I’ll fix you up.” I soon felt the cool relief of water being gently poured on my body, soothing my burns. I swear I heard them steaming from the sudden cooling. Though my mother was becoming older now, and I was almost an adult. I swear, sometimes she still babied me too much. Though, I really didn’t mind it. I was old enough to take care of myself and move on, but the decision to leave my elderly mother haunted my mind.
She was always here for me, and I promised that I’d always be there for her. I didn’t want to leave her alone, since dad wasn’t here to comfort her when I was to move on, I decided I wouldn’t. She needed me, and I… well I needed her.
After days of recovery I was all better, running around and hunting. I formed a small group of four males, whom were close friends of mine, to hunt with. They understood my feelings to care for my mother, and respected her. They were all adult males. I was the youngest, but they still considered me an adult. At night after we gave my mother food we would all go around to try and lure females. I was always in the back just watching as the females chased them around snapping at their heels. I ended up laughing most of the time, as the guys crawled back to me with fresh scares. “Let’s hit a different group tomorrow night.” I laughed.
As an Adult:
Finally I was an adult. Roaming free and I now lived on my own, as my mother had passed from old age. I lived in the same den where I was born. I just couldn’t leave that peaceful place, it held so many memories. I had one female friend. She was just a friend though, but at times I felt as though she had feelings for me. I tried to ignore them. Her name was Mahawi. She was one of the most gorgeous Woynx’s I’ve ever seen. But I loved her as a friend, nothing more than that. We shared lots of fun memories together. We hunted together, and play-fought. But all that ended when she found a mate. He kept her hidden in a den, and anyone who walked by usually got a beating. He especially hated me, for being friends with Mawahi. I got so happy for her when I walked passed and stopped by to visit her when her mate left to hunt. I heard her little pup’s speaks, and even got to name a little girl, I named her Alara. After my mother. Mawahi lied to her mate that she came up with that name. I felt bad for him, but also tried not to care about him, as long as he took good care of Mawahi, Alara, and the rest of the pups, I was happy.
I still hung out with my group of males. I didn’t “hit” on any of the females, because when mating season came around, our group spilt up. The other males turned into savages, attacking each other over females. While I just sat back and watched. I felt like it wasn’t my time to find the one for me. I still wanted to explore, and be able to hunt on my own, without having to worry about anyone, at least yet. I sometimes got an empty feeling that I didn’t have to hunt for anyone but myself. And I almost lost my motivation to keep on moving. But I held on until mating season ended, and my friends all had their new girls. We still hunted together, but they always gave the food they caught to their mates, and we rarely talked to each other. We just hunted together, that was it.
My life had really changed, but it wasn’t a bad thing. I enjoyed my new life. I helped train the younger pups to hunt. And I was a rather respected adult, at least I was respected from the pups. Every night I prayed to my mother and father, glad that finally after all these years they were together. And even now, I still pray to them, asking for advice on how to make my life better. I did miss them, but I’m not ready to reunite with them. I still need to have a family of my own.
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