Note to Judges:
I just want to inform you that because of the story and art limitations, I couldn't post all the stuff I wanted to in this form. I have another story written down, but because of the 400 word limit, I can't show it to you. I also have a lot more art that isn't shown because of the two-piece limit. The purpose of this little note is to show that my efforts are not confined within the borders of this post! My love for this WoI has grown each day I stalked this adoption and my ambition to win him goes far beyond what I have within my form. Thank you for your time and for a chance to win this brilliant boy!

I need an active owner. Only one carries the love, ambition and intelligence that I want to spend the rest of my life with. That owner would be...
~~~oOo~~~[ Username; the Owner: ]~~~oOo~~~♠αmoπ♠None can define me. Within the limited time we have together, let me ramble off some of the basics. I'll warn you, you may not like what you hear...
~~~oOo~~~[ The Number you Defined Me As: ]~~~oOo~~~♠The brute born of black flames; number two.♠~~~oOo~~~[ Every Warrior has a Name. This is Mine: ]~~~oOo~~~♠Amon♠A name you don't hear often, this one actually has an interesting meaning and history. My title originated from Egyptian Mythology as the God of air, creativity and fertility. A God's name certainly suits me, doesn't it? Heheheh... anyway, the God was later worshiped as the supreme solar deity, Amun-Ra. The actual meaning of my name is "the hidden one".
~~~oOo~~~[ My Character in a Nutshell: ]~~~oOo~~~♠Self-aware♠"I know who I am. A fierce warrior with no fears except failure. I certainly don't doubt my strength or abilities on or off the battlefield. I understand what it takes to survive the war, even if that means taking food from the unworthy and eating it for myself. I know what lies in the abyss of my heart and mind; and trust me what I say I'm proud of who I am."
♠Dedicated♠"I have many missions in my life. I am determined to complete every one of my goals and do whatever it takes to survive justifiably. Survival to fight another day is what keeps me fueled. I can only rely on my sheer determination to be the warrior I am; to sculpt my character, choices, mind and life."
♠Egotistical♠"Now I'm not saying I'm number one in the pack... I'm just saying I know I'm one of the more important. My battle styles and plans are unbeatable and no little pup or weakling can even compare. I make my own flawless strategies of survival, whether that means stealing the food from a pup or defending my soul from a Kronador. Either way, my life is too worthy for death and the rest of my pack will realize this some way or another."
♠Power-hungry♠"As you know already from perhaps subtle hints or clues, I'm not quite the nicest of guys. The fun doesn't stop there! Let me explain the thrilling rush I get when I bring down a Kronador. That chilling satisfaction that wells up inside of me when a flock of the strongest pack members spread tales of my victory. Yes, those are the types of things that fuel my lust for power. The more pride I collect from my kills, the more I want to bring down my next enemy."
♠Sadistic♠"Now don't go thinking I like harming my fellow pack members.
Normally its Kronadors or, I'll even admit, prey animals that get the harshest treatments from me. But think about it; that's certainly better than hunting down a defenseless pup, right? Now, I believe we're done here, so leave me alone--I've got Kronadors to slaughter!"
A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. Here is the art to show how much I'm loved and praised for my deeds.
~~~oOo~~~[ Even the Best Needs Safety: ]~~~oOo~~~♠Royal Themed Armor♠
Thanks to TheOakTree's help, we were able to work together to find an armor just right for a warrior like myself. Of course, I deserve to be clad in something as valiant as this armor and I didn't expect anything less. However, I must say thanks to TheOakTree for helping me find such a perfect piece.
~~~oOo~~~[ The Art that Captures my Perfection: ]~~~oOo~~~♠"Isket Nights" by TheOakTree and me♠♠"The Hunt Begins" by me♠My life goes beyond the basics. I hope you find some interesting character in me during this story. Though it pains me to share with you a part of my life where I was weak, I believe its important to tell that even the best has faults.
~~~oOo~~~[ Story of my Soul: ]~~~oOo~~~♠Even in Darkness, there is Light♠The cold of the Winter night started to get to my motionless body. How badly I just wanted to sleep. I couldn't rest, I knew I couldn't. If I slept, the cold would kill me, like it did many other wounded wanderers. I was being cradled in Death's arms, so close to sleep, so close to ending my pain when a paw as white as snow stepped in front of me. Blood stained my vision as I looked up into a strange fae's orange eyes. She spoke to me, but I was so exhausted I barely heard her "Come with me; you'll die here."
I debated what to do in my mind. A Kronador had finally bested me on the battlefield, the first time I was severely hurt in the whole three years of my life. I was too good for help. I was too powerful for pity. But then I heard her again: "I'll help you up. Here..."
My body jerked as she nuzzled me. "No! I don't need help. I'm strong..." though I knew it was pointless. I couldn't get up; no proof of strength lingered in me.
Then I heard the girl giggle. My eyes narrowed and a thunderous growl escaped me. She was not afraid. I saw the empathy in her face; not pity, not sympathy--empathy. For some reason after that, I gave in and let her help.
"I'm Schehera. My brave cousin is our alpha. He'll understand your situation and let you in. You see, he was raised by Laurona. His mother was iconic, perfect. She raised all her children right, but only Rayo kept all her knowledge. You'll be safe with him."
I felt so weak. Not so much physically, but mentally. "I don't need safety by your cousin, or by you! I'm strong enough to start my own pack! I'll be alpha of my own warriors!" Perhaps if I had enough strength to lift my head, I would be more convincing.
She ignored me. She took no threat. "Tell me what happened. There's blood everywhere."
Sighing, I told her about the Kronador. After a few days, Schehera arranged for me to be accepted into Rayo's pack and we got to know each other since I shooed everyone else away. Schehera was my only friend. Even when I tackled her or snipped my fangs, she didn't abandon me. I knew I could live here.
Perhaps you've gotten the wrong idea about me. Hear, I'll show you my relationship with a good friend of mine; the princess Schehera.
~~~oOo~~~[ Even Evil Needs Company: ]~~~oOo~~~♠My Friend, the Princess♠
Heh heh... I'm smart too. See what I know about Isket, will you?
~~~oOo~~~[ A few Facts for You: ]~~~oOo~~~♠Each warrior has its own uniform harness and a necklace/collar that has an emblem to show its rank or position.♠
♠If a warrior tastes the blood of a butterbird, it will die.♠