[TheWolfsgirl90]

Tail: Normal
Ears: Normal
Gender: Female
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Body:

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Markings:

#6b5140

Eyes: #93a1ae
Pawpads: #6c655f
Nose: #452c18
Nails: #452c18

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1. Αθηναϊκή Δράκος

(Use this armor it fit her! http://the-cynical-optimist.deviantart.com/#/d544k0z)

2. Mordacious
3. Ember Sky
4. wajas


Ended Saturday, July 1st.

[Deadly Nightshade]

Beautiful!

[Lirrie]

Username: Lirrie

Basic Info

Name of WoI: Hoki
Gender: Female
Age: Teen
Mother: Unkown
Father: Unkown
Breed: WOI

Mental




History and Present





Art: Coming

Armor Sketch(will stay the later armor!): coming

Three Infos about W.o.I.:
A Warrior of Isket will always have really special Armor!
Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.
The Warrior of Isket ( WOI) live in a beautiful land but without any peace.

[mordacious]

Username:

Mordacious

Gender:

Female

Name of WoI:

Attilia

\a-tti-lia\

Meaning| Origin

Ancient Roman Family's name
whose meaning has been lost.

Italian


Art:
Digital
Crying Lia
Away She'd fly Unshaded V.
Chasing the sun by -Kiley-<3333333333333333
Traditional
Standing on some rocks in Isket
Cute Fuzzy Cute'n'fuzzy



Armor Sketch:
(Will stay armor later!)
Flatcolor, not detailed
Shaded, Detailed, Full

Personality:

Attilia is a strong warrior. She's brave and is always looking for new things, and she love learning. Knowledge is the key, as she always says. Not to deep, though, she's sweet and thoughtful. Taking after her mother, she likes helping in anyway she can and tends to friend wolves easily. She tends to be a bit moody sometimes, due to the fact that she feels like she has a higher standard of living and doing things than most wolves.

Short Story:
(Example- at least 20 sentences)



The night was still and the moon was high. I walked proudly down the dirt path. My chest swelled with pride and the soft chinking of my new armor helped remind me that I was not a failure. Oh, how I couldn't wait to tell mother about this! The others were wrong. The weak, new comer in the pack had only evolved to become a strong warrior faithful to her pack, family, and friends. A wolfish grin sliding onto my face, I loved acknowledging this.
Looking around in the white moonlight all I saw were the trees. The tall, ominous , dark blue trees of Isket had always made me feel safe. Glancing down at my dusty colored paws I thought of my mother, she made me feel safe as well.... But she had been sick for a long time now. Actually, she had been sick ever since I could remember. So sadly, this meant she hadn't made me feel safe in a very long time. If anything, mom made me feel... useless. Even Ig- there was a snap in the woods.
It was nighttime. Kronador time. I felt the rough fur between my shoulders raise then, and a small growl escaped from my throat. "Who's th-here?" I asked, trying to sound as brave and valiant as I could. My vocal cords betrayed me, though, and I ended up choking on the second part. The soft rustle of the undergrowth answered me in response.
Slowly, I trudged toward the bush to get the greater edge. But soon, a head popped out of the bushes and a smiling brown wolf greeted me. "Lia!" A mischevious smile slid on to Vouno's face as the rest of him followed his head out of the bush. "Woah, girly. Nice armor. I got mine first, though!" He taunted, jumping around me and barking wordlessly once. "Vou! You scared me, you ball of useless fluff!" I yipped quietly. "Now shut it, will you? Why are you even out here? It's the middle of the night." I pointed out seriously, concerned for this psycho's well-being.
Vouno continued to prance around me mindlessly for a few more seconds, ignoring me. He was trying to distract me... Why? I soon got fed up with my best friend and nipped at his side seriously. "Vouno!" I snapped, my eyes narrowed. He was only this loud when something bad happened.. was it my mom?
He would never let me down... Not Vouno... But, he did. Sighing he spoke softly in his normal tone. "It's your mom." And that was all I heard. My heart dropping into my stomach I ran toward's camp as quickly as my paws would let me. "Mom!" I cried, not caring if I would get scolded later for waking up the pups. "Mom!" I choked back a sob. Still no answer. Red dirt flying into the air as I ran through the cave system to our little nook, I called out again. My eyes widened as I saw Rayo and Ignio standing there over a body.
The body of my mother. A burning sensation hit me then, and it felt like there wasn't much oxygen left in the cave. My heart felt like it was shriveling up and dying. I shuddered with sorrow.
My father left my mom and I, then after my mom decided to join Rayo's pack in hopes for a better life for the two of us. With her now gone I have nobody left. I let out a long, sorrowful howl to everyone's diastase. But soon they all joined in, mourning for my loss.. Their loss. OUR loss. But, the only thought that stuck in my head was

I have nothing, now...



...

All of my friends tried to console me. But nothing helped. I stopped eating, and abused my new hunting duties completely. I was a rank candidate for the hunting warriors. My mentor, Kunam, had given me many tastes to fufil by a set time. I had finished none of them. This meant I was on the verge of undoing all of my mother's hard work, heading towards getting demoted... Or worse, kicked out of the pack. But that didn't matter, did it? After all, I was alone now. No one was left to help push me along.

Rayo even approached me one morning and spoke to me in a firm, but gentle tone. "Attilia, I know what it's like to lose your parent to a sickness. I lost my mother, Laurana to a sickness much like your mothers. But all of this, this... foolishness, isn't worth what your mom went through to get you here." He sighed, shaking his great head slowly. "We all have duties, 'Lia. You abusing your duties isn't doing anything except hurt your mother's spirit and your own. I'm sorry to say this, but you have a week before you get demoted to trainee again."
--
"I feel so awful, I only wish I could've done more for you, Lia." A spotted brown wolf, Valai, said to me one evening as I sat down to sulk. "There wasn't much that anyone could do." I said softly, my eyes locked on a flower in the distance. "Well, I still could've helped you hunt for her all those extra nights or something. Right, Lestat? We both could've." The silvery grey warrior grunted in response. "Yeah, or we could've helped cheer you up after... You know." I lifted my shoulders up once, then let them fall again. It was too much work to get up and down. "When my parents died I just-" I sighed loudly and then cut him off rudely. "No one cares!" I snarled, standing and going to go sulk in a different area. Maybe over by Eowyn, she was a nice enough wolf.
When I got to the pup area I sat down with a huff, sending up a little cloud of dust. "Hi Attilia!" The young wolf greeted me happily. Her tail was wagging as quick as the wind, and I couldn't help but smile. " 'Ey kiddo. Whats up? Kill any Kronadors lately?" I teased, trying to sound happy for the little one. "Hehe, no, silly! I've been making something for you." She leaned back on her hind legs for a moment, waving her paw in the air as if to say 'hold on!'. She then ran off into a clump of bushes, dragging out something large.
"I made this for you, I've been working on it since Daddy told me your Mommy joined the birdies!" She yipped, wagging her tail quickly again and stepping to the side. There was a clump of bright red flowers, that all looked like they had been picked gingerly. I let out a small gasp. "Eo...They are beautiful... Thank you." I wagged my tail slowly, standing and walking over to the flowers. The brown pup looked pleased. "Good. I told you she would like them!" Eowyn called, standing and running off to join her siblings.
I smiled a little as I watched her go off and join her siblings. Then, I realized, this was the first time I had wagged my tail or smiled in a long time. I couldn't help but feel like I needed to give a kudos to the little bugger. I had been so... bitter for the last two weeks. I was making my mom wince with shame right now, wasn't I? I had been downright awful to my friends. And, oh! I had abused my duties. My heart sank as I came to the conclusion that today was the deadline that Rayo had given me to improve my attitude. Could I change his mind? Standing up I turned around quickly and headed toward his den. "Excuse me, Rayo?" I asked, sitting down by his den's entrance. "Ah, yes, Attilia. I've been meaning to come talk to you.". I nodded quickly. "I know, sir. That's why I came to speak with you... I know it may be too late for you to go back on your word, but can I make you a deal?" The black and white wolf looked confused. "Hm...Go on?" He said, licking his lips and sitting down infront of me. "I know for the past two weeks, I have been abusing all of my duties completely. It was unfair and unright of me to do that to you and your pack, Rayo. After all, you all took me under your wing and taught me to be the strongest and best I can be... But I failed you, sir. I was weak and the worst I could be.
"What I'm trying to say, sir, is I don't want to hunt for you. I don't want to go out and kill and only feed the pack's bellies. I want to feed their mind's and spirit's as well. If you let me stay, I promise I will try my hardest at becoming an educator. I want to teach the future members of the pack how to be the strongest and best they can be in the worst of times, as well as the best." I paused for a moment to sigh. "You would still be demoting me, yes, I want you to demote me. Please, Rayo. I promise I will never fail you again.
There was then a long silence, the wise leader of the pack nodded his head slowly, thinking over the pros and cons of this agreement. it was a longshot, I know. But maybe, just maybe, there was something in him that told him I was being truthful, and he was still being fair to the rest of the pack by demoting me. "Alright, Attilia. I guess I can allow you to become an educator." He sighed, shaking his head. "Don't teach our future wrongly." Rayo said seriously, heading into his den again.
And from that moment on, I tried to never think negatively again. Everything happened for a reason, everything had a purpose and a course. My course and purpose just happened to be the road a little less traveled, and I was okay with that.


Three Infos about W.o.I.:

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

The armor lay in a big cave deep in the old forest of Isket. Only the WoI's know the way and it´s one mission that every young WoI will have to go through to get their own special armor.

The Dens appear to be normal caves but once inside it's a huge network of rooms and tunnels

Dankeschön, TWG for herstellung a herrlich welt und Gestaltung das ist wunderschön

[shibuki]

♥Username♥

Wolf Blood Song



♥♥

戦士-壊れた
Senshireta
Ƨɛиƨнιяɛтα
{sen}-{shee}-{reeta}
The name Senshireta is a mix between the two Japanese words, Senshi {Warrior} and Kowareta {Broken}
Her full name translates to Broken Warrior {Senshireta}

Nicknames

Senshi
Sen



♥♥

♀Female♀



♥♥

She is usually happy, cheerful, and sweet and well tempered. She has a heavy lisp and is sensitive about it, also she is slightly socially awkward and does not really know what's popular. She prefers work over play, but does enjoy laughing with her friends. She has a fierce rivalry with sunny.corgi's Mink and doesn't even try to hide it.

O U T E R . F e a t u r e s

• Color blind in one eye due to a kronador attack
• Lisp
• Slightly masculine

+ P o s i t i v e +

Cheerful

Senshi is usually sweet, and kind warrior to hand around with. She is usually happy, however not always. But mostly she sees the glass half full in life. However, she is also very serious and prefers work over play

Loyal

Sen will stick with her friends and family all her life, and will never leave their side. However, she understands personal space and doesn't invade your... "bubble" so-to-speak. There are few things she holds a grudge over.

Smart

Senshi is very intelligent, and has knowledge on many subjects, but is not a genius in any terms. She has slightly above average intelligence, but just slightly. She does have a lot of common sense however.

Serious

Senshi does not tolerate much fooling around, and would prefer to do her work than play. However, she is open to some fun once in a while with her friends

Independant

Even though she is loyal, she also prefers to do things on her own. She would much rather work single than have a partner.

- N e g a t i v e -

Lonely

She has few friends, however she does not show this emotion often and usually forgets it's there.

Sensitive

Many often mistake her for a male, in which she dislikes. She is very sensitive about that matter, and does as much as she can to look feminine. She is also VERY sensitive about her lisp and holds a grudge on people who make fun of her for it.

Stubborn

Unfortunatly, she always acts like she has to win, even when she loses. She is too stubborn to accept the fact that she can lose, and is constantly showing this with her rival Mink {Owned by sunny.corgi}



♥Likes+Dislikes♥

Likes

• Roses
• Work
• Friends
• Training
• Storytelling

Dislikes

• Being called a boy
• Being masculine
• Gossip
• Loud noises
• Her lisp



♥Relationships♥

I have permission from these users to use these WOI

Mink (sunny.corgi) Rival
Celandia (【 ➹ ＳＷＡＬＬＯＷ ➹ 】) Friend
Lyra (Wolves Run Free) Friend/Half Rival



♥♥

I noticed you wanted a short story, if this is too long or too short for your liking, feel free to let me know!

Senshi - 11 months old

"No, I'd rather train"
"But Sen, we haven't played in FOREVER!"
"Thelandia, pleathe. If kronadorth attack, where will you be? Playing and goofing off, while I fierthly fight off the beathtths."
“Thhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“Theriouthly, thut up” I growled.
“Oh look, I’m Thenthi and I can’t pronounthe my etheth!” Mink taunted, dancing around me.
“THUT UP” I yelled, a spray of spit coming of my teeth. “I KNOW I HAVE A LITHP, THTOP MAKING FUN OF IT!” Mink recoiled in horror and pulled back. I laughed to myself and felt quite proud. Then, I found a shadow towering over me. I turned to face Rayos, who glared at me from above. “Th-thorry” I whimpered.
“Don’t do it again” Rayos grumbled. He turned and padded away, and blushed profusely. Mink snickered and I growled back.
“Thut up” I muttered. Mink stuck her tongue out at me and grinned.
“Stop it.” Celandia said, suddenly popping out of nowhere. She walked up to beside me and glared at Mink. Mink made a face and strutted away.
“Thankth.” I grinned.
“No prob Sen, you would have done the same for me. Now, do it for me.”
“Uhh… Wh-what ith it?” I sheepishly asked, however fully knowing what it was.
“You know fully well what it is Sen” She giggled.
“Noooo”
“Pleeaaaaaaase, Sen?” She pleaded.
“Fine” I muttered. “The thells thea thells by the thea thore.”
Celandia squealed in delight and licked my ear. I grumbled and started away.
“Hey Sen!” A voice came from behind me.
“Hello Lyra.” I said without even looking behind me. Lyra bounded up beside me. I gave her an annoyed look and she gave me a worried one.
“What’s wrong Sen?” She asked, perplexed.
“Mink won’t thut up about my lithp.” I muttered.
“Well I can help you with that you silly Thenthi!” She laughed.
“Thtop callin me Thenthi, you don’t have a lithp.” I grumbled.
“…Thorry” Lyra bluntly giggled. I rolled my eyes and started away. "NONONONONONO!" She yelped. "I can help, seriously." I rolled my eyes at her. "Now, where'd Mink go. I can rough 'er up" Lyra smirked, flicking her tail vengefully. I shook my head and grumbled to myself. "Fine." Lyra frowned. "Now repeat after me" She then said, quite condescendingly. "Ssssssssssss"
"Thhhhhhhhhh"
"No. SSSSSSSSS"
"thhhhhhhh"
"Ergh, this may take a while"
-two hours later-
"SSSSSSSSSS!" Lyra exasperatingly said.
"Thhhhhhhshhhhhhh" I spluttered. "SHHHHHHHH"
"Yess!" Lyra cheered, falling to the ground. "I thought you were hopeless... you are pretty hopeless... BUT YOU DID IT ANYWAYS!"
I frowned, but consumingly turned to a smile. "She shellsh she shellsh by the shea shore." I proudly mused. Spit flew from my mouth and splattered Lyra's face.
She wiped her eyes with her paws. "Just go back to what you had. It's less... wet"
I sheepishly grinned. "Thorry."

---------------------------

A Poem:

Theriously?
Thtop it!
Thuth, I don’t have a lithp!
I can pronounthe
My etheth jutht fine
You’re being thilly
And ridiculouth
Thee?
The thellth thea thhellth by the thea thore
Okay…
Maybe I have
A thlight lithp
But don’t bring it up
Itth not that notithable
Ith it?



♥♥

Theriouthly, thut up.

I know what it'th like to lothe a loved one. I don't want anyone to mith me longer than they need to.

I see black and white in this world of
colour.

♥♥

Who I'd be
Shrek the musical

On my Own
Hedley



♥Art♥

Boop






LA by twg90

Materials

Base -- Titanium
Jewels -- Sapphire
Straps -- Leather
Fur -- ... Fur

Appearance

• Greek based armour
• Fur running down the back
• Trible-esque markings on back leg protecters
• Jewels on the straps

Practicality

It is made of titanium because:
Titanium has the highest strength to weight ratio of any metal and melts at 1649 degrees Celsius (Aluminium melts at 933 degrees Celsius). It is 60% heavier than Aluminium, but over twice as strong. It is highly corrosion resistant.
The leather is used because it is bendable and light.
The armour is layered in plates for practicality.



♥3 things about Woi♥

• Their main rivals are chimera's who are a mix of horse and reptile.
• The armor had been made from Humans 8,000 years ago, since then there have been no humans in Isket they became extinct due to the evolution the other animals had gone through.
• The Dens appear to be normal caves but once inside it's a huge network of rooms and tunnels.

[SukarettoYanagi]

As beautiful as this WoI is, I'm not gonna be able to try for her any long.

[Lavapony]

Username:Lavapony
Name of WoI:Pyres
Gender: Female
Personality:Sweet, kind caring. A believer she believes in many WOI legends. She is a bit of a show off (like myself) hates to loose in anything, even if it's something she's terrible at. She's very brave, will go into battle, even if not quite old enough, but loves to play with the pups a lot. Kronadors are her worst enemy is that the second she laid eyes on them, she smelled trouble, she's been a good girl and stayed away from them for her own good, but I'm not so sure if that will last very long, or expect a brutal battle with her pack mates. She might seem little a little sweetie from the beginning that wouldn't hurt a fly. But in battle she is brutal in cruel, shows no mercy. But she always stops at the first pounce if cant see who she's attacking to make sure it's not another pack member. She is very loyal to her pack, if they want her to do something, it will bed one, or had her best effort, she may not enjoy these tasks but they are done, as if she is asked to patrol, she will, but isn't her favorite job, she loves to hunt and battle. She mostly likes to go out with a few pack friends and hunt for awhile, she can live with patrolling if she's with someone.
In pyres' free time she loves to relax a the foot of a strong tree. She also likes to sharpen her claws on old trees, she says it makes her paws relaxed.
Se feels like she needs to meet some more of her pack mates, she doesn't seem to know many that well.
She can only seem to recognize her alphas, and that's not a big step since everyone knows them.
Short Story( example at least 20 sentences but not 1-2 pages):(re used, and i a little long, if too long for your liking, say so)

Trainee years

Hunting training, day one
I wake up, i get up and yawn. I stretch a bit then peer outside the den The Golden sun is high in the light blue sky. "I'm late!" Pyres squeals, i bolt out of the den trying to find where my fellow trainees are meeting today, my first day and I'm late! I burst into the clearing, i see fresh prints, lots of them, i follow the tracks to everyone, i bump into the one who is training us "Late?" They ask me "Sorry" I whimper then scramble up with the others. "Better not be a regular thing" They say to me with a small shake of the head.
"I was explaining that we are tracking today" they say to us. we follow them into the meadow. We watch him stalk a small rabbit. we watch closely not wanting a second to be missed. he pounces then kills it with a swift bite. He carries it to us. "You guys will all choose a another pup to go with, we will see what you can do" They say "Report back here with your catches, good luck"
All of us scramble together, i found a pup to work with, we nodded to each other then we trotted quietly seeking all signs of prey.
I lift up my nose to sniff the air "smell that?" I ask her. she nods, i move into a crouch then stalk from where the scent it, she is copying my movements behind me. We burst out of the bushes then we pounce on the rabbit. i lifted it up happily. "lets find another for you to take back" I say then i follow her. shortly we find a thin rabbit, she easily gets it, we together carry them back.
Our trainer nods with approval to see we're the second group back, but even then, the other group only had one rabbit. "Well done pups" he says to us. A lot later the final pair comes back with nothing, they give their sorry then we head back to camp as its getting dark, we caught 6 rabbits today and I'm completely tired out, we eat our share then go back to our den, getting rest for tomorrow as it will be another big day.

Last day of training in hunting...

I've done very well the past while for my hunting training, as fun as it was, this didn't feel like my thing.
I can't wait until warrior training.
We all assemble in front of our trainer
"Congratulations everyone, this is your final day of hunting training" He says to us "assemble into a group of three and bring back some large game" He commanded, i went into the group that I've always been with, we bowled out into the blue grasses, sniffing crazy to find a deer or antlered animal, i turned to one wolf, we caught the same scent, we stealthily trotted after the scent without a sound then came across a medium sized elk, we all went side by side then pounced, me on the back, he pounced on the head, she pounced on the behind, we took it down then attacked it until its struggles stopped. We panted rapidly as we were all tired out completely, we stood up grabbing the elk then walked back to our trainer. He gave us a grin with his sparkling white teeth. "First back, you are my finest hunters" He told us, but this didn't seem to be my thing, it wasn't what i longed for, i want to be a warrior.
We thanked him. We cooled down after awhile then waited for everyone to return. "Of coarse you guys got here first" the second returning group said to us. We shrugged then everyone returned. We all passed the hunting training, soon. i might become a solder.

Solider training, Day one

I get up bright and early, not wanting the same experience I had the first day of hunting training.
But that wouldn't of been as worse than that happening today. I sneak out of the den and trot to the stunning blue fields, I trot around the field warming up for warrior training, I prick my ears forward, I hear a rustling, I stop. I assume it's a rabbit, so a crouch down and stalk, I burst out and pounced on the so called rabbit, but it's not a rabbit, it's a Small Kronador, I howl being scare and surprised. I hear rustling behind me, I look back, a mother Kronador. I yipe so loud the whole valley cold probably hear me. Then my pack mates burst out after the sound of thundering paws, this was an attack from the Kronadors, I'm still on the small one I tackled. The strongest warriors attack the intruders, the one who was going to train me today stopped in front of me as he was there first "Nice work kid" he said to me "Finnish it off" he commanded then moved back into battle, I stared down at the Kronador. As I was told, I killed it. The battle finished our pack victorious.
The of who will be training me at sun high walks with me back "What where you doing out here so early?" he asks me. "I was warming up for my first day of training to be a warrior" I reply "I heard rustling then I pounced" I explained. He nodded "We where lucky that you where there or we may not of won" He told me. "I see a great warrior in you, keep up the great work, Pyres" he told me then waited in camp for everyone to show. I sat by him until everyone came. It was mid afternoon when the last wolf showed up, clearly late.
Our trainer gave a warning to her, he looked mad, very.
"Well before we start our training, I would like to recognize Pyres, if you hadn't heard, she was up early and found
Kronadors invading our territory, she killed one and Lead our pack to them" He told us all, I felt proud from this.
I still can't believe I lead my pack to victory.
My friend Lestat came up to me "Nice job finding them" he told me "Thanks" I say with a smile
Now when all of that cleared up, we where taught how to sharper our claws on the trees when they are getting dull. We also fought with each other, but I wasn't allowed to inflict real pain.
I hope when i become an apprentice i can help in more battles like this.
We have learned a few other strategies like how to roll a bigger opponent off of us since it might happen for dominance.
I feel like i have much to learn about this new skill but this is for me, its not like on the first day of hunting i found a legendary animal that can now be used for prey or anything.

The next day...

I wake up early again, this will become a regular thing in case i can get more praise for stopping attacks.
I go out into our glorious dew covered fields and trot around, mostly excerpting but enemies are at the back of my mind.
The golden sun slowly rises and its just stunning from where I'm sitting, on a high up rock looking down at the color filled plain.
I wonder why no body else ever comes up here.
Maybe I'll find someone to come up here with me some time.
I stand up then press my paws into the ground, wanting some memory that i was here. I scratch my name into the ground in front of it, this is my spot. It always wil- wait a minute... i see a Kronador print with a name, i growl, cover it with mud then feel satisfied.
That's how a boss does it i thought
Before i get late today i start to trot to where we train, 2nd one there, but the leader didn't mind since i was practically patrolling.
He just told me he never wants me to be here last or late unless there's a real emergency which might happen to me for stopping an attack, i might be wanted by our enemies.
Everyone finally got here, we are back to the rolling big opponents off of each other.
I was first, our trainer attacked me, but really easily not trying to hurt me, he sat on me, i tried to not scream out 'Get off me you fat lump!' but i squirmed then rolled him off of me, he told me to come at him. So i did, i i bolted to him pounced onto his back and mauled his scruff, i think i did i pretty good job, but he still has to go agents about 12 other pups, but only about 3 of them, including me where strong, when i was told i was done and what i did well, i sat with the other 2 strong wolves like me.
After every pup went to fight, he recognized us 3 for our good strategy and getting him off the fastest, we all went to our den to rest.



Last Day of warrior Training...

I Wake up At mid afternoon, we where told that we would meet a few hours after.
I Stand up, Give a huge yawn then stretch. I trot out of the den to where we will meet for today's final section, but i stop to wait for my other two friends in warrior training. We walk there together. We stand around awhile. No body comes.
My friend Lestat lays down putting there guard down but we don't.
A few wolves spring out of the bushes and attack us. Lestat and i are ready for this, we roll them off of us then attack them, The friend not paying attention was grabbed by the scruff and carried away.
"Where are the rest?" I demand. "Find out yourself weakling!" The wolf spat at me. Then The two wolves disappear, of coarse its a mystery to graduate are warrior training.
I head out with Lestat to find the rest, we follow a very thin scent train. We stay alert the whole time.
More wolves burst out that we need to fight.
Since this time we where prepared we came victorious faster.
Then My trainer comes out "Very good job you two, you are the only ones who lasted this whole round" He praised
"You have passed Warrior training, Tomorrow you are apprentices."


Apprenticing

I wake up mid noon, we where aloud to sleep until now today since we will have an action filled afternoon.
I stand up then race out of the den, oh I can't wait to find my armor!
I wish that I could go out and find it today, but I have to wait. I burst through the clearing, deciding I'll hunt first today, I slow my pace to a trot and head to the blue meadows.
I look around then meet up with Lestat "Hey bro" I say to him with a smile "Hi" he greets me.
"Ready for your first day of apprenticing?" I ask him. "Yep, completely ready" he says.
"Well lets head back before we're late for the first day" I tell him.
He nodded his agreement then we trot back.
We meet up with our instructor, she just tells us what we do each day and how we will get to the cave of armor when our time comes to seek our armor.
Today it's hunt for the pack.
I meet up with Lestat to hunt.
We head out just us together. We track down something, it smells like some kind of deer.
We stalk and try to find it, then we spot it. A medium deer of some sort.
We rip out of the bushes and attack. We win.
Later we return with two of those deer.
They where proud of us bring home good prey.
Tomorrow is warrior training.

The next day...

Today I have issues waking up.
Lestat had to personally come in and prod me until I woke up.
I realized I might be late, and he might too for staying back to wake me up on my rare lazy day.
I thought I'd make it interesting so I suggested a race to get there on time.
He agrees and we get ready. Of coarse this isn't going to be a fair race.
I call out 1...2- Go! I leave out three then bolt off to where we're supposed to meet today.
He really didn't expect me to pull that but he races closely behind me despite my little trick.
We keep racing to where we meet, he storm passed the group who was walking there.
They pick up on our idea and this was now a fight to the death. Lestat and I pick up our speed to win this "Battle"
Man these guys are slow. We are at least 3 meters ahead.
Finally it ends Lestat and I are victorious.
We both pant heavily after that race.
Apparently the she-wolf instructing our warrior stuff today was watching us. She approaches us.
"Nice job you two, but get ready more exercise where that came from" she said to us.
She jumped up onto a stump and explained what we where doing today.
She told us to go through all the boundaries and check for any of our lovely rivals, Kronadors.
She yelled go and Lestat and I trotted out. We started off n the blue meadows of ours to check there first.
When we start we aren't successful. We search the whole plain then head over to the sandier, rockier area of our territory we look through that area. It's almost unnoticeable but Lestat scents a very faint smell of Kronador.
I smell it too through the breeze, we look at each other then follow it. There it is, 2 medium sized Kronadors.
We stalk them. Luckily the wind is on our side and is blowing their scent on us.
Then we attack, we each pounce on one and use our greatest battle strategies on them to kill them.
After a tough battle, we win, only a few scratches on us too.
We each grab a carcass then walk back.
She is very impressed that we each killed one of these beasts.
We receive praise and Recognition front of the pack again.





The day I go to seek my armor

I get up nice and early on this fine day. The day I might get to find my armor.
I'm going to try hard to volunteer since I want to be the first Apprentice this year to get my armor.
I walk down to see Lestat. I tell them I want to get my armor first.
So he says he will try to go second.
I trot over to the one who sets us apprentices off for our armor.
"Can I please go first to find my armor?" I ask them.
"Since you look like a strong apprentice and the first to ask, yes but you must wait for everyone to get here first" he tells me. So I sit and wait for everyone to come.
Finally everyone does.
The leader stands up tall his fluffy chest puffing out "We have a volunteer to go first!" He announces "That would be Pyres!" he calls me up, I try to look as strong as possible when I walk up I front of everyone.
I hope I look strong.
"Pyres, we all wish you luck on the trail to your armor" He tells me then gestures for me to start my journey.
I walk out with my head high. This should be a snap since I learned about how to get to my destination yesterday.
They tell me it's a long journey so I walk with a strong jump in my step.
But I decide if there are any emergencies I should conserve some of my energy.
I continue on my quest...

Sun down

The sun drops down on the horizon and I feel so close to the cave.
My senses tell me I'm so close.
The idea of finding a set of perfect armor keeps me going with only a water break or two.
I see it. A mark that we where told about, a large willow tree with two trunks that twist around each other.
Then I see it, the large cave has writing on the top that is so worn out I can't read it.
It has a large mouth with plants surrounding the rocks.
My mouth drops open in astonishment. It's a stunning view. I close my mouth, then walk inside with a smile on my face. I'm breathless, it's just so beautiful. I walk deep into the cave. Then I see the different kinds of armor. A light green set or armor with black gems leaves me breathless. This armor calls my name. I approach it then I put on the beautiful, when my warm soft fur touches the armor it flashes white along with the gems.
Then it sets to a lighter green with grey gems. It changes color, I think in heat the metal turns white along with the gems. This armor is for me. I walk out of the cave feeling like a real wolf now.

Night

I stalk out of the cave getting used to my new armor, I better. I'll be wearing this piece of work for awhile now.
I walk on the trail back to camp. It's so dark and cold but my armor holds in some of my warmth.
This armor is saving my life already. I trek out watching the ground so I don't trip over anything.
I believe I'm half way back when I see a Kronadors tracks, only one tough, but it seems sizable so I may have to fight. I follow these tracks, I stop as I smell it's awful Oder I peer out to see one alone just walking around.
I stalk it for awhile then make my move.
I attack ripping at its flesh. It was surprised by my attack by the strange noise that comes from its mouth.
It tries to return the blow but I am prepared and jump back, I lunge for its throat but i aim too high and bite down on its muzzle, it bellows another squeal then I grasp it's throat in my jaws. I suffocate it with my powerful jaws for awhile then it goes limp, I lay it down then write "Pyres' kill under it"
I continue my journey back feeling like a real WOI.
I'm still alert for more tracks and sneak attacks
I trek through the night then watch the sun peek over the horizon.

Morning
After a long night of trekking, fighting and of coarse getting used to my brand new armor.
I make it home. I hear wolves cheering my name when I enter camp.
Everyone's celebrating my return and preparing for my best rind to start his journey.
I sprint to him with a huge smile on my face "I made it!" I exclaim to him, my shining white armor with highlights of light green sparkle in the sunlight. "Wow your armor is amazing" Lestat tells me.
"Good luck man, choose something nice" I tell him. He is talked to by the one who prepares us for this journey.
I watch my best friend left and disappear into the distance, I'll really miss him but he would have to leave sooner or later. I sigh and watch him leave until I can't see him at all.
I sigh then go off to tell about my journey.
I tell them how I was on my way back then I tracked a Kronador and killed it.
They seemed impressed.

One day later

I wake up really early then sprint out of the den, I wait at the opening of our camp for Lestat to return.
It seems like forever but around afternoon he returns with Beautiful armor it's just dazzling, I sprint over to him then tackle hug him playfully, it hurt since we where both wearing armor that we still weren't completely used to yet "Grr that hurt" I say "It hurts the receiver of the tackle more" he said winded.
I stood up then backed up so he could get up, me sitting on him with heavy armor must of hurt. But I pricked my paw a bit on his armor so I guess where even.
We head out for a walk. He tells me all about his journey.
"Did you see the dead Kronador with my name in front of it?" I ask him. "Oh that was you?" he said, my name must of washed off in the rain or something. "Yup, all me" I tell him then we walk back to the dens to rest, we relax and each day we watch each pack member return.
But one never did. We had a huge search but she couldn't be found, so sadly we lost a member of our pack.


Last day of apprenticing

Ok, so here's what we do on our last day of apprenticing.
We have a battle tournament with all of the wolves we have been training with.
I honestly think my only worthy match will be Lestat but who knows the others may be strong like us as well.
I still get prepared with Lestat in case this will be a difficult match.
My armor is shining white with small touches of green. A warm day it tells me.
We do our warm ups then head to our so called "Battle Arena" we look at it.
It's a pile of logs in the shape of a huge square.
The leader of this event jumps up onto the log. He calls out
"Our toughest fighters are Lestat and pyres! Expect a fight from them!"
I smile feeling proud.
He explains that we will be out up with 3 wolves that we will fight today, and that would be our final battles of apprenticing.
The first two that I'm paired up with, I have no clue who they are.
My last opponent is Lestat. We are the so called "Grand finale"
So be it I think to myself.
I get to battle first with what's-his-face I jump into the arena.
We are reminded not to potentially hurt or attempting to kill each other.
He howls which is our starting cue. I bolt forward and slam into him full on with my armor.
He falls backwards. I stumble backwards with the recoil.
He lays there with a shocked face. The leader calls out 3-2-1 then claims me the winner.
I shrug off my small pains from the slam. Lestat comes up to me "Nice job pyres" he tells me with a smile
"Thanks" I reply.
The battles go on. Lestat one his first now I'm up again, no clue who I'm fighting once again.
I get into the square. The leader howls and I'm at work again.
Feeling considerably better I pounce on her pinning.
She squirms and tries to get me off.
On the 2 she rolls me off then attempts an attack, she clawed my chest plate.
I growl then attack again.
And yes. I sat on her.
He calls 3-2-1 and I'm victorious again.
Lestat approaches again. "Did you just sit on her?" he laughed.
"yup" I smile.
The battles go on and on.
It's my battle with Lestat. We walk into the ring calmly, this will be a great match and since we know each others moves it will be interesting.
He howls then we pounce at the same time which slams up both back.
We both stick to our feet. Circling each other thinking of our counter moves.
I run sound him to the back and attempt to knock him over alone but we both kinda fell.
We laughed then continued.
On and on we avoided and got hit a lot.
We pounce at the same time again.
We are completely tired, we fall onto our backs panting hard.
We stay like this.
Finally the leader says that we are the same strengths.
But he still only visits me after to congratulate.
He said that I still had lots of energy.
He could tell. He said that I didn't want to beat my friend.
'Ok?' I thought then I walked back alone for once to rest.



My rank is being chosen today!

I wake up bright and early, i have a huge smile on my face, my rank is being chosen today.
I'm thrilled about this, I've been waiting since i was a pup. i trot to the river, then dive in washing off my fur, getting ready.
I shake my soaking fur then walk back to camp trying not to get it dirty.
I'm called over with everyone else.
I wait for awhile then 5th, my name is called by Nauti.
"Congratulations Pyres, your a candidate to become a...amazing member in our pack." They say
"Now what you have been waiting for, your rank is..."
Yes, I'm leaving you guys like that, if i really get successful, later on you will know me better and see what rank Nauti appoints me.
Until then, your friend Pyres~


My retired days
Wh-what are you talking about? I'll never be retired never!
Pyres never wants to retire, even when she gets old (in a long time) she still plans on finding an adventure in the small things she does everyday, never to give up.
Sure they won't be as great as stopping invasions, but something.
Art:working on it c:
Armor Sketch(will stay the later armor!):hmm, can we have a very detailed description?
Three Infos about W.o.I.:
Their main rivals are chimera's who are a mix of horse and reptile.
Isket is divided into two sections, one for WOI's, another for their enemies
The Dens appear to be normal caves but once inside it's a huge network of rooms and tunnels.

She may not be The most beautiful woi, but she sure is close enough for me <3

[wajas]

Username: wajas

Name of WoI: Journey

Gender: Female

Personality:
Sweet:
Journey is a nice, friendly, and sociable girl who looks for the best in others. She seeks any ways to help or assist others in need. Journey likes to be by a friend's side, comforting them as well as giving them hope. She strives for finding the good side out of the cruel, looking for any nicks and bruises that will reveal the good on the inside. She is usually insistant when guests come to her den, as she tries to please them in any way she can. Journey does have soft spots to little abandoned pups, knowing how they must feel. She is generally a pleasant wolf to be around, as she always plasters a gentle, warm smile on, even if her day is awful.
Couragous:
Journey doesn't appreciate bullying, as she will stand up for the victim. She will lash out when needed, and prove a scolding point. Journey does what she thinks is right, both for herself, and others. She does make mistakes, though, as she might not have heard the details of the bullying clearly. Journey will even use her words to threaten the bully, which usually result in embarassing moments of the teaser. She has certain moments where her courage gets her self esteem, as she would do things that she would never do. She is otherwise a strong, assertive wolf, who will stand up and fight for what is presumably right.
Shy:
Journey does have a shy side, usually expressing it most often. She would sit in the corners, on her own, instead of interacting with others. She finds her own company pleasant, as she can think clear and ponder easily. Journey is a soft-spoken one, she likes to have space, and generally has a talent for being quiet. She rarely speaks, unless it is with a family member or close friend. She likes to hide, or be in the back, waiting until it is the best opprotunity to strike. She is a soft, quiet, and spacous girl that only wants to be left alone.
Intelligent:
Journey is a very smart wolf, solving her own problems, and discovering new solutions. She has a knack for learning, which she uses to the best of her ability, resulting in her high I.Q. Journey often uses her mind to create multiple, yet simple, traps and shelters. She uses the materials around her for her efforting projects. As well as building things, she also is fond of fixing and solving puzzles, problems, and equations; whatever the situation might be. She has a tendency to use complicated words and phrases in her dialect, making it seem harder to interpret her words. Journey overall finds the idea of expanding her mind pleasant, as she is not afriad to do so.

Likes:
*pups*
*helping*
*walking along the white rivers*
*being alone*
*sometimes company*
*learning*
*building things*
*hunting*
*spending time with her father*
*learning more about her mother*
*standing up for others*
*meeting new people*
*hunting*
*swimming*
*cleaning*
*sometimes, when she doesn't care: getting messy*
*singing aloud when she is alone*
*creating and making music, adding some native howls to her beats*
*being praised*
*hearing the history of Isket*
*making mild jests of the kronadors*
*playing with the pups*
*teaching others*
*exploring new territory*

Dislikes:
*sometimes being dirty, unless if she didn't care*
*noisy pups*
*naughty pups*
*mean wolves*
*being teased*
*fighting, but if she must, she will ignore the downfall*
*death*
*the kronador that had ambushed her mother during hunting*
*kronadors in the general*
*rage*
*evil*
*murder, this her huge pet peeve, she hates the sound of that word*
*worries*
*being shy in nature*

Family tree:
mother: Wia father: Liamo | mother: Cilvis father: Grundi
Mother:Agretlaim...........................Father: Bulios
....................>offspring: Journey<...................

Crush/Mate: sadly, none.

Short Story( example at least 20 sentences but not 1-2 pages):

Crunch...Crunch Crunch...Crunch! echoed my loud, agile footsteps, each time they landed upon the cold, dry foliage of the earth. I let out a small whimper, as the predator gave chase, it's snorts and growls filling the air after my noisy feet. I swished my tail, as the moon bathed my back in its light, giving off an eery shadow at all the trees and plants arround me. The kronador lifted its head up, arching its neck, and bellowed a piercing roar, snorting heavily in anguish as it ran faster and faster, gaining up onto my shadow. I glanced back for one, sorrowful second, until I closed my eyes, blinking. When I opened them, I had a new rush of energy, filling my marrow with hope. I furrowed my brow, and, with that, continued the chase. I jumped, leaped, ducked, climbed, and even swam through various natural obstaces. Yet, the kronador still gave chase, without faltering each time. The kronador soon got out of the water, after I had led it through a lightly flowing stream, and shwished its tail in fury. I had now grown tired once more, from all the terrains I led the furocious predator through. I began to pant, my mind faltering over the basic movements of my legs; as I began having to give large portions of energy to do such simple leg movements.
"Oh no," I mumbled, despair hitting my bones like ice on trees. I didn't have much energy left, too little to fully run, too little to even jog. I shook my head, once, twice, three times, before continuing to trudge on, not even caring if my body gave out. You can do this, I encouraged myself, despite feeling heavier and heavier with each step. The kronador was only a foot behind me, its eyes filled with satisfaction, happy for my defeat. It soon was right in front of me. Looking up into its eyes, my leg faltered, and I soon slipped onto the cold ground with a muffled crash. The kronador smiled, revealing its sharp, jagged teeth. It made a sharp cry of victory, its prehistoric and not-developed speech revealed a hint of revenge. Walking ever-so closer, it soon lifted its claws up, and slashed the air, getting closer, and closer, to me.
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Waking up with a start, Journey fluttered her eyes, ears perked up in an alert manner. "OI!" she yelled, sweat drenching her fur. She looked around her, the soft chirps of birds, as well as the calm rustles of leaves told her it was a dream. She let out a long sigh, glad it wasn't real. "Oh, what strange dreams I have..." she said, getting up with a long yawn. Journey stretched her body out, her rump in the air as her chest and neck were on the ground. She felt her muscles tense, before they relaxed, and she stood up. Her tail uncurled from its position during her adventurous slumber, and hung down to her knees, halfway down her legs. She flicked an ear, disregarding the buzzing fly with disgust. Get away from me! she thought, and watched as the fly buzzed some more, before leaving, flying through the air as a small speck. Journey shook her head slowly, before she walked over to her kill pile, extracting a plump grey squirrel. She trotted over to her favorite spot, under a big, green pine. she gently layed the squirrel at the base of the tree, before sitting next to it, and began to devour the carcass. Journey finished quickly, wasting no time to practice her maneuvers for fighting. She first discarded the remains of her meal in a nearby bush, before putting on her oak training armor, hearing the remnant clanks of each plate. The armor absorbed little light, gleaming bumpily in the sunlight. The smooth edges of the wood, over-layed with the bumpy lines of age, revealed an ancient beauty. Journey simply shrugged, adjusting the straps of the armor with her mouth. Once she saw they were comfortably positioned on her, she bowed, wagging her tail. The sunlight entered her eyes, and she squinted, before she jumped up, slowly doing a spiral flip into the air. The oak training armor clanked silently, as each plate brushed against each other from her movements. The wind coarsed through her fur, and gently shook the armor as she landed. Journey landed with a small thump, followed by the echoing clangs of her armor. She closed her eyes, smiling at her achievement. I finally did it! Father will be so happy! her mind praised, spreading it around her body in eager pleasure. She opened her eyes, flicking her ears as she heard the clapping of paws. Turning, she discover it was her father. Bulios.
"Well done, my little angel," he applauded, revealing his ivory canines. Bulios smiled some more, as he saw his daughter, Journey, blush a rosy shade of red. He padded over to her, and lashed his tail out in dominance, rubbing it under Journey's chin in a playful manner. Journey tried to keep a straight face, but ended up smiling.
"Thank you, father," she giggled, and bowed to him. Bulios snickered. The male was wearing his silver armor, decorated with sapphire jewels and sequines, as well as some sky blue plates on the armor, with intricate designs. His armor was made of light metal, yet strong like iron. Bulios smiled through his helmet, and put an arm out, bradishing his silver bracer.
"Journey," he began, his tone gentle and smooth like silk, "When you get your armor, I will teach all the secrets I use for fighting, as well as the most ancient method of fighting." Bulios then set his paw down, the bracer reflecting rays of light from the sun, and soon darkened as the looming shadows of trees casted over it. His creme coat grew a pale white in the light.
Journey smiled in glee. She always dreamed of being trained by her father, especially upon the many tales and stories of fighting the brute told her when she was a pup. She remembered the various snarls, howls, as well as yelps Bulios made during the story-telling, to inhance the feeling.
"So," Journey began, as she paced around her father in mere amusment, "When I get my armor, you will train me, right?" she asked, wanting to make sure. Journey stopped pacing as she met her father's gaze, exchanging a series of memories and oral sayings between their eyes. Bulios tilted his head for a moment, staring up into the sky in deep thought. He then stomped a paw on the ground, and smiled at Journey warmly, "Of course....why wouldn't I?"
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Day One: Puppy years
"How will I be sure you won't abandon us?" The silky, enforced tone of Journey's mother, Agretliam, said. The female swished her tail, as her newly born pup nursed without hesitation. Agretliam glanced down at her pup, before glaring gently up at Bulios. "well?"
Bulios huffed, and smiled warmly, licking his mate's cheek with love. "Agretliam, I would never leave you and the child. Never," his youthful voice showed truth as well as honesty, for he always wanted a mate and family, never to be alone. He loved the idea of continuing his genes, creating a new generation of wolves. Alas, Agretliam only gave birth to one, but one was all he needed. Bulios took in the image of a future warrior and smiled as Agretliam's stern face softened; she was relieved.
"Good. I really need you by my side," she paused, and looked at her daughter once more, before returning her gaze to Bulios. "You need to be here for our daughter," she said, a tear emerging from her eye.
Bulios smiled softly, and licked the tear away. "I will..Even if you are gone, I will always be there for her," he said, and he layed beside Agretliam, setting his head on her back. Agretliam didn't even flinch, but softly smiled. "That's good to hear," she sighed, and rested her head upon her gentle, small paws. The den's lighting slowly deminished, until it was lighted up by a small, tended fire in the corner of the room. This was the last room, out of the hundreds in their den. Agretliam and Bulios both agreed on the idea of keeping it in the back as to aviod predators.
Agretliam closed her eyes, letting the seeping energy of her dreams evade her conscience. Bulios, on the other hand, merely sighed, and with that, he also went to sleep, dreaming of his future warrior.
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Week seven: Puppy Years
".....Sorry to inform you, Bulios, but during the hunting mission..your mate, Agretliam, has passed on. She was ambushed by a kronador, and too far for us to make it in time," a grey wolf by the stature of four feet spoke, his voice full of despair and sympathy. He hid his tai between his legs, and bowed to Bulios, "I am sorry for your loss. She was a great hunter," he said, hoping to brighten the subject.
Bulios sighed, a furious expression full of despair contorted his face. He nodded to the messenger, who then trotted away from the den. Bulios sat down, and softly began to cry, letting the tears stream down his face, and hit the ground, making an opaque puddle. A soft pad of paws was heard behind him, and he quickly turned, to see his daughter. Bulios softened his muscles in his face, now revealing a sad expression. "Sweetie...what are you doing up this late?" he cooed, as he tened the fire, so there was more light.
The pup shivered, and then answered, "......nwightmare...." she soon walked closer to her father, and raised her eye brows, concerned. She sat in front of Bulios, and tilted her head, noticing his tears. "Daddie...what's wong?" she asked, wanting to help.
Bulios plastered on a fake smile, hoping it was convincing. "Nothing, my love...Now, let me tuck you in," he said, and trotted to the den she was born in, carrying the pup for the whole trip. He then entered the whelping den, and set the pup down on the bed made of rabbit pelts. He soonn walked over to the fire in the corner, and tended to it, making it dim. Bulios walked back to his sleepy daughter, and kissed her forhead, nuzzling her. "Sleep, now, Journey," he smiled warmly. Journey just closed her eyes, and curled into a ball.
Bulios smiled at his daughter, and began to hum a soft tune, "Back in the woods,
there lived a fae.
Beautiful in every way.
She had no love, no family, no home.
So she wandered, looking for a brute.
Then one day she found him, a fine looking lad, and she became his mate.
They lived happily, and howled in the night...."
Bulios finished the melody by kissing his daughter's cheek, and walking back to the entrance of the den. But, before he walked out of the whelping den, he turned, "Good night," he said, and then set off to the entrance of his den. He soon regained his sad, mopey additude, and continued to cry. He softly whined, feeling a part of his soul dissapear. "...What..why did you go..?" he looked up into the starry night, and pleaded. His ears were folded back in remorse, his most beloved was gone. gone...dissapeared...what a dangerous word.. he thought, a twinge of nothingness emerged as he cried of his deceased mate. He layed down, and continued to cry, letting his anger and emotions out. He soon paused after a while of crying: how was he going to take care of Journey? Give her to the pup sitters and be gone?
You need to be here for our daughter... those words struck his mind like a sharpened knife to paper. He caught his tongue, unable to say anyting. He had promised his mate that he would be there for her...and for Journey...sending her to the pup sitters would be betrayal, as well as denial. He furrowed his brow, and determined expression hardened his face out of its previous misery. "I will do this for Agretliam. For Journey." And with that, Bulios headed back inside, the warm, summer breeze wafting in.
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Six Months: Childhood begins
"Journey! Come on!" Bulios barked, as he jumped over a log, looking for his child. He landed with a silent wumpth, and glanced around, whisking his tail in frusturation. He only wanted to talk to his daughter....How hard was that when you are in the woods with a six month old wolf? Apparently, it was extremely difficult. Even with Bulios's patience, he grew agitated, and howled out loud in fury. "Journey!" he barked, his fur standing on end. He pawed the ground with his left paw, hearing the remnant scrape of leaves and dirt against his claws. He soon looked up, hearing a low rustle in the bushes nearby. He grinned, knowing what tricks his daughter was playing. Croutching, Bulios made his way to the bush steathily, amd then pounced, yelling, "I got you!" He landed, and to his dismay, scared five small birds, which flew up and out of the bushes, into the sky. Bulios shook his head shamefully, how could he have mistaken birds for his daughter? He ruffled his coat, a wave of fur rising and falling spread across his spine, and stopped at the base of his tail. He took a moment to gather the information of the flying birds, and stood, walking out of the bushes. Once he got out, his muscles relaxed, his adrenaline rush was over. A calm demeanor took its place instead.
"Boo!" yelled a little fae, as she jumped onto Bulios's back. He yipped, unaware of the girl's stealth. He soon smiled, and chuckled, as he heard his daughter laugh along as well.
"Did I scare you?" Journey asked, her wide blue eyes filled with excitement. She jumped off her father, and landed in front of him, listening to his deep, throaty chuckle.
"Why yes, yes you did," Bulios answered, smiling at his daughter. He licked her cheek, getting rid of a smudge of dirt. The young fae squealed at this action, pawing Bulios's muzzle in return. "You are my little warrior, hm?" he said, as he finished licking Journey's cheek. Journey nodded, and stood up, a couragous smile spread across her face. Bulios watched his daughter in interest, he had never noticed, but shelooked a lot like her mother. Her soft, creamy pelt, as well as her blue eyes were the dominant traits of Agretliam, although the markings were from himself, Bulios.
Journey just continued to smile, and answered, "I am your warrior, daddy! I will fight kronandors!" she then did a flip, and landed on her paws, giggling. She swished her tail, and looked up at her father, smiling softly as he looked down at her with interest.
"Nice job! Can you hunt?" Bulios asked, praising his daughter with pride. They had bonded exceptionally since Agretliam passed, exchanging memories, details, problems, as well as stories. They usually slept near eachother, as Bulios would keep guard over his daughter, and make sure she was alright. He never wanted to lose anyone or anything else, especially family. Journey was the only wolf he had, and he guarded her with his own life, not even taking no for an answer.
Journey shook her head sadly, "No, I don't, daddie," she answered, wanting to actually please him, rather than dissapoint him. She folded her ears back, and rolled on her back in a submissive gesture, waiting for her father's scolding. But, nothing came, except a gentle laugh. Curious, Journey stood back up, glancing up at Bulios.
Bulios shook his head, and tapped Journey's forhead with his paw, "I won't hurt you, sweety!" he exclaimed. Journey turned a rosy red from embarassment, and soon regained her creamy color. Bulios smiled some more, and continued his dialogue, "Anyways...Would you like to know how to?"
Journey's eyes lit up eagerly, as she yipped excitedly. "Yes! Yes, daddy!" she squealed, wagging her tail madly. She jumped up, and like a hyperactive squirrel, she made a chirp-like sound, and then layed down on her back, smiling up at her father. Bulios laughed, and nuzzled her.
"Come on, I will teach you...tomorrow," he answered, Bulios then got up, and trotted away, with Journey trailing behind.
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The next day...
"You need to use your hind legs like this when you are to tackle," Bulios said, as he demonstrated with a fallen pine. He jumped up, and landed onto it, digging his hind claws into the crevices of the bark, some flying off. He disregarged the flying bark, and used his forepaws to scratch the pine tree. The scratch made a loud snapping sound, as the claws interacted with the wood. Bulios then hopped off, and walked beside his daughter. "See? That is how you tackle an enemy or prey," he smiled. Whisking his tail, Bulios walked a bit further, before sitting down to watch. "Now...You try..." he smiled warmly. He wanted to train his daughter at an early age, because it will come to value some day.. as he puts it. Bulios quickly turned his head, looking over the ocean-colored grass, to see if any predators were around. He would usually keep a full look-out, protecting Journey, but, on some occasions, he had to scare away the lingering Kronandor. Bulios didn't want another live lost, so he kept his eyes peeled thruout the day. Looking at his daughter's eager face, he couldn't help but smile.
Journey giggled, and stepped farther back, until she was at a running distance. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly, to calm herself. She tightened her muscles, getting ready to run. On three... her mind declared. One...two....three! Journey abbruptly opened her eyes, and, like a spring, jumped up, running to the tree. She smiled as the wind coarsed through her silky fur, mixing and combing her hair. She swished her tail quickly, before she jumped, and landed on the log. She felt her hind legs flatten on the wod, claws digging into the bark. She mimked her father, as, she too, scratched at the log. She scratched somewhat near Bulios's mark, and hopped off, smiling. Journey smirked with accomplishment, and waved her suave tail under her father's nose, making him sneeze. With a giggled, Journey spoke, "Now..That's how you do it."
Bulios smiled, and pawed Journey's face. "Oh, really? Says Mrs.Knows-it-all," he chuckled, and retreated playfully, as Journey lashed out with her teeth, smiling happily. She laughed, and ran about, smiling as Bulios chased after her. Journey jumped over a log on her fleeting plight. She stumbled over bushes in a graceful, yet brisk manner, as Bulios's figure was rushing behind her.
Bulios continued to chase, tongue lolling out happily, as he tracked down his daughter. He mimicked her jumps and actions, but didn't falter, instead, he rode through agilely, without a peep. His paws hit the ground hard, after he had jumped over the log. Bulios ran some more, until he was two feet away from tired Journey. Grinning, he launched himself into the air, and sent Journey and himself sprawling to the ground.
Journey squealed at the surprise attack, and kicked her feet as she was sent to the ground. She then got up, shook her fur of any dust, and giggled, surprised her father could do that. "Wow...you are like lightning..." she giggled.
Bulios merely nodded, already up. "Now that we have a mutual understanding, let us train," and with that, the two continued their day training.
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Art:








for an animation I did


Armor Sketch(will stay the later armor!):
Old Armor concept (decided not to use it, didn't really fit her personality)
New Armor concept:
All the drawings above are mine, and I am sorry that they aren't colored, I couldn't find the suitable colors. (Except the Armor sketch, though, I had actually found pretty close colors)

Three Infos about W.o.I.:
The warriors each get their own armor, different from the rest.
Their enemies are the Kronadors.
The dens they inhabit look rather simple, but on the inside, they are a labyrinth of tunnels.

Theme Song:
Howling Sky
She's pretty. <3

Sorry if the story is too long, I needed to add importanat events in her life, so far.

[Alaska.]

Wow, s/he is absolutely stunning, great work TWG! I cant wait to see who wins him/her.

[Reine Des Loups]

had to withdraw :C