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What is a Sima?
Simas are cat/wolf creatures basically. Their paws resemble a wolves while their body structure could resemble a cat. Simas are also known as 'Sword Mammels'. This name comes from their tail. The tail is the most important part of a Sima's body. They resemble a sword most of all. They are thick and fluffy at the base and when the go down the tail, it gets thinner then widens into two tail guards like the guards on a sword. The jewel acts like the blade.

The jewel of a Sima comes in various shapes, sizes and colors, in which they make a Sima unique. Their eyes are always the same color as he jewels unless they have a special condition. Simas have a furry body, their mane around the neck the most furry of all. Even their ears are fuzzy. Baby Simas are more so however, with furry lips, poofier manes and slightly larger ears than what their heads would allow.

Simas are omnivores, meaning they could eat anything from fruit to the meat of a rabbit and even to things like candy or cake. Their teeth are sharp in the front with molars in the back to chew with. All Simas live or come from tropical places. Most are house Simas though and are transferred to other locations where they live with humans. In the wild they are usually in packs of ten. They are social creatures so that's good. Some Simas mate for life, while others like temporary mates.

The jewels of Simas glow at the night, illuminating the darkness when they want. Some jewel colors however cause darkness while others cause more interesting powers.

A Sima has two types of horns that are found in the wild. They are uncommon though to find a lot with them. There are long ones and short ones. Babies don't know which they got until they grow up.

I was asked to make the 600th sima! I based them off of, Fenrir, The Father of Wolves, only loosely. If you could add something wolf related in your form too that'd be great! It's not required though.

Now onto the contest. This will be an impress me, ending a month from now, if extensions are needed I will allow one or two of them. I do request if you are trying for this sima you may not gift/trade them away without asking me first because I really love this fella. ;v;

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||Some information on this sima||

Their fur, horn, jewels, and claws sparkle!
They are missing their right eye //lost during battle
They are missing their leg too //also lost in battle
All off the edits can be passed down to their children except the jewel guards, missing eye and the missing limb!
They are either an ex warrior/a current warrior

If you have any questions, pm me, do not post questions on this thread ;u;

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Sen also helped me with edit ideas and provided me with the sketch and she also did the sprackles

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[Ember the Wolf]

King Jasper || Biryuk - Meaning Wolf || Bir, Buk, Buky [be-you-key]

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Biryuk is loyal and strong minded. He is very pack oriented. He stands up for what he believes in. he is also very kind and caring, but sometimes he can be very irrational. Biryuk is very loving and happy generally, especially when he is with his brothers. His pack is the most important thing to him.


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When Biryuk was a young kit he wandered across some wolf pup's playing, where they invited him to play with them. After weeks of playing, their mother invited him to come back and meet the pack. Biryuk formed a very close bond with the wolves. After only knowing hurtful comments and rude looks for being different, He enjoyed being with the wolves, they accepted him no matter how fluffy he was or how weird his tails were. Pretty soon Biryuk was spending all of his time with the wolves, to the point where the pup's mother adopted him as one of her own. They taught him the ways of the pack, including how to hunt and fight. Along with his two half-brothers, Aaroth and Carro, He grew and became quite strong and fierce. When the day came for the young wolves to have their warriors ceremony Biryuk was given a choice. He could return to his home, and live with the simas, always welcome to visit the pack for they were very fond of him. Or he could continue to run and hunt with the pack.


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Biryuk looked at the pack leader, Zoro. They were sitting on the south side of Alpha's rock, where most of the pack couldn't see them. "You know i'm very fond of you Biryuk, you're like a son to me, but Where you weren't born into the pack, I must ask you to make this choice." he said, his dark grey fur shining in the soft sunlight. Twitching one of his ears biryuk sat up a bit straighter and looked at the pack, He could see his two brothers, as well as Finn and Ember waiting for him to return. he

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then thought of all of the simas he had left behind a long time ago 'would any of them even remember me?' he thought. Hardening his resolve he looked at his alpha, "I will join the Hunt" he said firmly. Zoro gave a wolfish smile and licked the top of his head at the base of his strange horn. "I'm proud of you, Son" Zoro said softly filling biryuk with immense joy. He had finally found a place where he belonged. With a small yelp of excitement Biryuk licked Zoro's chest and then dashed back to his friends. They all greeted him with face licks and joyful noises. That night the five of them sat in a line at the base of alpha rock. The didn't speak but would share looks from time to time, as the pack gathered slowly before them. as the moon reached it's highest point the pack grew silent. Zoro then descended from his place at the top and walked in front of the five young wolves. They all sat up straight with their heads raised. AS Zoro pasted each of them he would stop and touch his nose to their forehead, The greeting you give to younger wolves and pups, if the hunt was successful they would receive noses touches as a sign of entering full adulthood. Once he had touch his nose to each of their foreheads, he turned to the pack.
"Tonight, these five young ones will be beginning their first hunt." he paused as there were yips and barks of approval and excitment. "Their hunt will be to catch one of the great moose that wander the plains in the north." he turned to the five young ones and saw their uncertain looks. The great moose of the north were almost 3 times the size of a full grown wolf, not to mention they had large sets of antlers that could penetrate dragon scales even. Biryuk steeled himself, this was his chance to prove that he belonged with the pack. Zoro looked at them for a moment. and then bowed his head slightly before very softly speaking. "You may begin your hunt." Biryuk's head pounded, standing he looked at the others and then began to head toward the great northern plains.

They ran all through the night to reach the great plains, stopping at the edge of the trees they looked out upon the vast space in front of them, Not to far was a heard of Great moose. Retreating back into the trees a bit they huddled up to make a game plan.
"I think we should watch them for a few hours, so that we can rest, and see if there are any threats nearby." Finn said quietly. The rest of them nodded and they began to map out where each of them would go. not to long after Biryuk was lounging in the grass no to far away from the herd. He knew that the moose were aware of their presence. The moose were more observant than most animals. Throughout the day they all moved positions and held meetings where they discussed what they had seen. Once night began to fall they met up once more. They made up an attack plan and then moved to their positions before waiting for the signal.
Biryuk crouched in his spot, waiting to hear Aaroth's howl, when suddenly he heard high pitched cries coming from where Ember was. Without thinking he darted over to where she was supposed to be only to crash into Carro. "What's going on?" Biryuk demanded confused. "Ember's been cornered by a moose, We can't get to her where she's at, we need

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someone to draw the moose away." Carro said looking over across the small ravine. Ember was supposed to have been up near where the riverbed and the area around it were also the same height. instead the moose had chased her down into it and backed her up against a cliff. Aaroth and Finn were on the other side, both gazing down at ember and then looking across at him and Carro. Ember let out a cry for heal and Biryuk made up his mind instantly. Without saying anything he launched himself downward landing a few feet behind the moose. It must of been focused because it didn't turn around. Biting it's back legs he tried to pull the huge creature off balance. Suddenly there was a thump next to him, and he caught a small whiff of Aaroth's scent before the moose turned to face them. Biryuk nudged Aaroth with his nose and began to run. The moose let out an angry beat before chasing them down the small canyon. He could hear that the moose was gaining on them, Even over the sound of his own frantic panting. Speeding up a bit he launched himself onto some rocks poking out of the canyon wall, Aaroth, sensing what Biryuk was doing, continued to run.. As the moose kept chasing Aaroth, and as it passed Biryuk launched himself down on top of the moose, sinking his teeth in a deep as he could. The moose let out a cry of pain and rage and began to buck and kick trying to throw him off. Holding on with all of his strength Biryuk clawed and scratched at the moose before being thrown off. The moose bucked him into the wall as hard as it could, Causing him to hit the wall with a great force. The impact cracked his horn and one of his tail jewels, as well as broke a few of his ribs. Biryuk struggled to breath and get to his feet, while the moose prepared to charge. On wobbly legs He stood and faced the moose, it was close enough he could smell it's breath. Then without warning it lowered it's head and charged him. With as much effort as he could he jumped straight up. He wasn't fast enough, The moose's antlers snagged his leg and torn through it violently. Biryuk shrieked in pain as he fell to the ground bleeding. He distantly heard howling and realized the others must be coming to help, he once again struggled to get to his feet, his left leg was torn to shreds. There was no way he could use it. The moose was turning to face the others, it was standing above him slightly. Thinking fast, Biryuk pushed himself upward with all of his might and sank his teeth into the moose's neck. then he let his own weight drag him back down, tearing a hold in the moose as he went. He passed out before he even hit the ground.

Biryuk woke up peacefully. His body didn't hurt, and it was quiet and cool. The air had a sharp bite to it but it didn't bother him, his thick fur kept him warm. Raising his head slightly he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his left leg and he felt dizzy suddenly. He relaxed and laid down again keeping his eyes closed. After a while he heard movement nearby and opened his eyes to investigate. A blurry form appeared in his vision, he squinted trying to make out who it was. The form came closer and Biryuk's eyes came into focus, It was his father, Zoro. Zoro licked Biryuk's cheek softly, "I'm proud of you my son, you are now a true warrior of our pack." he said quietly before gently touching his nose to Biryuk's. Biryuk's heart swelled with joy, he did it, His last thoughts before drifting back to sleep were about how happy he was.



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second sorrow,
when Óðinn goes
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and Beli's slayer,
bright, against Surtr.
Then shall Frigg's
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Username: Ittam
Name: Kambre Ethelwulf - Kambre meaning
the bellicose one in their culture,
Ethelwulf meaning noble wolf

Gender: They do not identify as any gender
and don't use pronouns, but you may use 'they/them' if you would like.

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This is the tale of a egotistical scribe
Of a sima who believed the pen
be war mightier than the sword
Alas, no one understood that idea
And instead their body be a battleground
At the toll of their body
The sima still failed in their quest
And a bellicostal society still reigned
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◯ "A good way to describe Kambre would be that they're too carefree. Or at least, they used to. Kambre as a young sima noticed that he had a much different appearance compared to other simas. For one, they looked like, as if, they were a wolf. Feeling little relation to other simas they distanced themselves; in short, they decided to live as they looked - like a lone wolf.

As much as they would have liked a pack Kambre spent his younger years staying on the outskirts in conversations and interactions. Kambre spent most of his time in libraries, pretending they were their woods. Kambre hunted for good books as if he were ravenously starving. He usually broke into the libraries at night and slept in them during the day. Until they get kicked out that is. Then they packs up and proceeds to move to another library. They enjoyed this lonely cycle.

Besides being carefree, Kambre is also very aloof, hence why they are able to withstand little to no interaction. While Kambre lived his childhood in libraries they have studied up on many legends and myths. The ones that struck out to them were the ones about wolves. Enamored, Kambre began to become disillusioned to believe these myths. . .were about them. Kambre then dedicated their time to writing mythos and legends from these great wolves of the past. But the one they Kambre wrote about the most was themselves, especially as Fenrir, god of the wolves.

His egotistical writings started getting them quite popular. They drank up the praise like a dehydrated wolf finding a river. Eventually, Kambre started to see themselves as the god of the town they lived in. Hopefully, when war rears its ugly head Kambre will actually be able to address it head on."

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◯ "It was an embarrassment then, and it's an embarrassment now. Kambre was young, probably not past the age of seven, and decided to swim against the current. They remember hearing tales of wolves being able to swim against them, so he wanted to show off his "godhood" to nature. *Splash* The sound of thunder overhead was drowned out in Kambre's ears as they plunged into stormy depths. Immediately, Kambre realized then; they never learned to swim. Thrashing and howling Kambre quickly went under the current. Kambre was not used to having water in their eyes, so they stung and they were blinded. So here was Kambre, blinded, and being whipped in the river.

Eventually, Kambre hit a rock and could breathe. They were relieved. They were safe, and could stay here until the storm pass-- they were cut off by their own howl of pain. A discarded, waterlogged tree (or at least what they believed to be a tree) hit their front leg like lightning was hitting the sky. Warm searing heat and eventual numbness arrived towards Kambre's arm. Rinsing their eyes as best they could, they jumped into the water to get off the rock. This idea was awful, and they never should have done it.
After being rescued by a nonchalant passerby did Kambre realized they lost their leg due to their ignorant mistake. It was a battle between Kambre and nature, and Kambre lost."

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◯ "The war ravaged the land like a wildfire, and Kambre couldn't do anything to stop it. Here they were, standing and strutting in the middle of town, papers flying from their hand as they spoke with loud vibrato in their voice. Townsfolk gathered 'round to see the wolfish figure proclaim their mythos and lore. Astounded and in awe, many sat and listened to the tales of terror and triumph.

*click click click* As the ramparts were boarded by unknown simas the townspeople fled the scene. Soldiers of the army's ranks had fire jewels torching the area behind them as they moved. The further into the city they moved, the more destruction lay in it's wake. "Torch the goods! Leave them nothing!" The soldiers chanted as they decimated.
As Kambre began to lose their audience they turned around to face a pale sima with a red unicorn horn. The pale sima glared their red eyes into Kambre's.

"Who dare boast themselves a god? Is it you, filth?" Kambre rose to the challenge.
"If a god is filth then you brat are lower than filth. What's a lab rat have with the business of a wolf." Kambre sneered by making jest of the Pale Sima's appearance.
"Hm. So a three-legged cretin dare insult my authority? I will wipe the solid ground with you so you can return to your fellow dust bunnies, you wolf wanna be." As the Pale Sima started striding forward Kambre braced himself. Of course, their lost leg would hinder them in this fight, but they'd do anything to finally have a chance of war.

Kambre has always written about war. Ragnarök in Norse myths has always been on Kambre's mind. Perhaps this minor occurrence was his own Ragnarök. Now they can finally part take in a battle to the death. Kambre begin to charge, unicorn horn pointed upwards towards the ghostly fiend. The opposing sima in turn also began to charge, but pointed his horn downward. The two were parallel to strike horn against horn.

*CRACK*

Kambre staggered with their eyes wide open. Or at least, their left eye. Kambre had no previous battle experience, so what could the writer expect when the other sima charged at them? Truly Kambre didn't think their horns would clash perfectly, did they? With their horn pointed downward the cream sima managed to not only hit Kambre eye but also crack his horn as well. Humiliated, Kambre hobbled to the ground, tears forming in his good eye as the screamed in anguish.

The cream sima tilted back his head like a horse and turned away.
"Your horn is pathetic. For that, I won't even give you the honors of knowing your conqueror's name."
As the bleached sima walked away Kambre was forced to run. He was off balanced, scared, and hurting. He left the village in a wink, allowing the villagers who once saw him as a god to see who he truly was.

A wounded wolf pup with no purpose."

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◯ " "That great white sima. . ."
It's been years later, and Kambre is a vagabond. A failed warrior. A failed wolf. Especially a failed god.
Due to Kambre's previous life of splendor and lying delusion he is now coming to terms with the mistakes they've made. It was time to own up to their mistakes.

In the wood did Kambre train. Sure enough, they did realize that this was a cliche event that normally happens in most heroic epics.
"I must be the hero then." They mused.

Sure, they may have not been the mightiest warrior yet, but they were stronger, bulkier. Ever since Kambre entered the woods he studied the wolves who lived there. Communicate with them he could not, but observe he could. He made note of their take down techniques, how they used their fangs, their strength. Kambre then started using these techniques on the animals around him.
Sure enough, Kambre grew stronger as their hair grew longer. They learned how to use nuts and berries to make their fur clean and healthy. They used herbs to heal their missing eye quite nicely.

It was battle time.

Kambre, former writer, is now marching towards the once conquered town. As he arrives he walks on top of the ashes of the library and hangs their head in shame.
"All of this, lost. Due to my incredible arrogance. . .no, because of my ignorance."
Howling a tremendous cry, Kambre began running towards the burnt trail left behind by the fire jewel army.

When he arrived to what seemed to be a set up camp he hid and observed. It was nightfall, and most of the soldiers were carousing and or getting ready for bed. When all was quite is when Kambre planned to take their horns and his jewels and rip the camp to shreds. They also planned to give that pale sima the same medicine he was forced to take.

"I'm willing to die to get back my pride. If I die, I want to die like a lone wolf; fighting all the way through.

After a few hours does the last soldier prepare themselves for sentry duty. In a flash does Kambre savagely attack this small sima, tossing them into the bushes besides the camp. With a loud howl does Kambre begin disassembling the tents and using his twin tails to deal damage. At the moment, Kambre was doing a good job fighting against the soldiers who were caught off guard. Eventually, the soldiers started to assemble themselves and attacked Kambre in units.

Here was the battle Kambre was waiting for their entire life. He were swarms of soldiers trying to take him down, just like the men tried doing to Fenrir. Eventually, soldiers got more vicious and started grabbing towards his tail guard, tearing them off and using their weapons to shatter his jewel. A well armed soldier jumped on top! Kambre did a dodge roll and moved to the side, forming a helicopter with his two tails smacking and whipping away close enemies. Eventually, someone went for Kambre's paw before he could get up quick enough. The soldiers started to pile on like bees on invader, and they successfully chopped off his jewel guards.

Kambre would not give them satisfaction, and would not yell in pain.

Coming out like the sun, the pale sima emerged.

"Hello, Horn Smasher. It's been a while. . ." Kambre growled. The white sima laughed, although it was dry.
"Horn Smasher? Is that what they're calling me now? How amusing. They substituted a great name like Peikoe for Horn Smasher. . ." he mumbled to his own chagrin.

*SMASH* In a large fit of anger Kambre whipped one of their tails out from the mouth of a soldier and smashed it right into Peikoe's jaw. Cracking both the jewel and the jaw. Peikoe, although in pain, looked at Kambre as Kambre looked at him. The tension between the two of them was so thick it could be a shield to protect yourself from the upcoming blows."

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◯"Kambre, did that really happen?" A young, brown wolfish sima asked.
"Well of course it is!" Kambre chortled to the rolling eyes of the youth below him. They started mimicing the events of the tale Kambre just told them. Some scoffed, some giggled, but they all smiled.

"Tell us a real story next time!" The kids giggled as they ran off to repeat the tall tale they just had told to them. Kambre sighs happily as the youngesters run off. With his long fur Kambre begins sweeping the area to clean it up. A peaceful village with a library continues to prosper in this very afternoon.

"I believe you Big Elder Kambre!" A smaller, african wild dog looking sima proclaimed. His eyes shown bright, as if they could tell a thousand stories.
Kambre smiled.

"When it comes to us writers, truth or embellishments make a good story. Are mine fact or fiction? That truly is up to you. Perhaps someday the wolves from mythos will tell you. Perhaps they might guide you onto the battlefield between pen and pad."

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Credits:
All art in form by me, Ittam
Gif from Gilphy (Twilight Movie Series)
Poem from Völuspá - A Norse Epic
Cock-Boat Font Found Here

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