Which puppy are you applying for?
The black and white male
What will he/she's name be?
Darius (Upholder of good)
Should you adopt this puppy just because it's popular?
Absoloutely not. These puppies should be adopted for the beauty of their design and the amount of usage and attention they will aquire. They should be cared for as if they were found off the street just like when adopting an animal in real life.
What is your pup's personality going to be like?
Despite his place as a humble warrior, this boy will grow to be as chivalrous and kind as a prince. He serves those he loves and fights to protect anything he strongly believes in. A diamond in the rough from birth he hides behind a mask of dark colors with his solitary and quiet nature but he holds true potential to be a leader just like his father.
ChivalrousQuietHumbleStrong willedIntelligentWrite a short story for your pup:
The sun cast a shadow in the shallow den he and his family had slept in that night. Darius was the first awake; his father had gone out the night before and he knew there was an important reason for such an extended absence. Food was plenty so hunting would not have taken all night. Ideas and theories tumbled through his young mind like leaves on the wind however those leaves stopped as his rock blocked his wind like imagination. In front of him stood the golden warrior he knew as his father.
The strong animal stood proud and tall as he walked towards his den and home, the first thing he saw was his only son sitting in the entryway of the little home. His soft dark eyes met his sons own dark teal eyes and Darius bowed to his father after a second of full eye contact. Darzek the proud Warrior of Isket smiled at the humble and polite reaction of his son, even at his young age of only four months he portraited the attitude and demeanor of a great warrior. "Son, why are you up so early? Even your mother and sisters aren't awake yet." The comforting deep voice of his father reached Darius's ears and he lifted his gaze to his fathers.
"I was curious father, you have never been away for a whole dark sky before." Darius replied with a voice that would someday resemble that of his fathers.
"Curiosity is a great thing son however if you let it consume you, then you will get hurt." Darzek replied wisely.
"Hurt? But father I simply sat here, I did not-" Darius was cut off as his father pounced on him a little roughly, he was knocked completely off his feet with a light swipe of his fathers well trained paw.
Darzek stepped towards his son and sat in front of him. As Darius recovered from the fall Darzek spoke, "You see? Because you did not sleep your reflexes were dull and rather useless. You are tired, and a tired warrior is not as sharp as he needs to be, and a warrior who is not sharp in mind is in the most danger."
The pup stared up at his father, still a little stunned from hitting his head on the ground but he nodded and replied, "Yes father. I am sorry."
"Darius come inside, I have some good news for you and your sisters."
Darius trotted after his father to the back of the shallow den where his mother and sisters slept. Darzek approached his mate with the grace and silence of a cat, gently nudging her awake with his nose. "Wake up, I have met with my old allies and we discussed the matter of armor."
The beautiful dark furred she-wolf that Darius resembled opened her magenta eyes sleepily and with a drowsy smile she licked the muzzle of Darzek, "Dear, they are still young, you didn't recieve your armor until your first year break. Why the rush?"
"You know there is a shortage of warriors, they must be trained and prepared as soon as possible." Darzek spoke with a hint of urgency, however his ever calm mate stimply stretched her legs out and nudged awake her two daughters.
"Wake up my children, today is a momentus day for you all. Goodmorning Darius, I didn't hear you wake." The beautiful dark magenta eyes of his mother locked onto his own, they swam with caring and love.
"Goodmorning mother, I didn't want to wake you, I was just curious of where father went to." His mother smiled warmly, "Curoisity is a dangerous thing."
Darzek chuckled softly as Darius rubbed his head with his paw, "Yes we had this conversation already-" His sentence was cut off as his two daughters realized their father was back.
"Daddy!" They both chimed, "You're back! How was your journey father?" They looked miniscule next to his giant paws but he leaned down and nuzzled both of his female offspring warmly.
"My journey was just fine, I come back bearing great news. A close friend of mine back from the days of war has agreed to help me decipher your markings and come to understand what you are destined to become as you grow."
All three pups reacted with excitement, wiggling tails and waide smiles, however his sister paused her excitement to ponder a puzzling thought. Her dark brown and black fur accentuated her bright and pure white markings as she sat completely still in her thought process, "Father," She spoke, "We are all Warriors of Isket. Aren't we all destined to become warriors?" She was always the smartest of the three.
"Yes, you are correct. You will all grow to become great warriors, however you will have specific casts that you and your corresponding armor will fit into. For example, you my daughter might grow up and learn your warrior ways but also serve as intelligence. Gathering all the information you can and understanding the world as we know it better than any regular old warrior, making you a valuable asset to our ranks." As their father spoke to the middle sister, Darius and his lighter colored sister listened intently.
They nearly missed the end as they began to fantisize about what they might become. Darzek noticed their excited expressions and smirked in an amused matter, "Children, despite the greatness of your future you may not accept your cast right away. Armor sometimes takes some time to adjust into, do not get excited just yet."
"Aw let them get excited, they could use the engery." A foreign voice came from the entrance of the den, the sillohuet of a large wolf stood looking in.
"Ah, welcome my friend. You made it here in good time Mars." Darzek walked to the large wolf and bowed politely, "I appreciate you coming to help me, you were always better at these kinds of things."
The wolf aparently called Mars chuckled deeply, "It's what I do sir. Now, let's see these youngsters hm?"
Darzek nodded and turned to face his children, "Come along- Let's go outside where it's easier to see."
All three pups eagerly trotted out after the large wolves, from behind them their mother spoke, "Good luck, and remember, your cast doesn't matter. It's how you fill it that matters."
Outside Darzek lined his pups up side by side, all facing the large red wolf named Mars. "Lovely pups you have here Dar."
Darzek nodded, "Thank you, they are going to make great warriors some day." The fatehr spoke with great pride and love for his children.
"Aye, now. Lets start with your first born, which of you was the first born?" The smallest of the three, the dark brown and black female stepped forward quietly.
"Hm~" Mars circled the pup casually, never taking his deep black eyes off her beautifully marked pelt, the striped and wing marks were stunning and enough to catch any creatures eye.
She was the image of wild beauty.
"My dear, you are a beautiful young wolfess. That pelt will allow you to slip through thick forests without drawing any attention to yourself. You will make a great scout, however not just a scout, in time you will learn to communicate with anything and everything. Understand the songs of the wind and the rumors of the trees, the chatter of the birds and the wise words of the rocks. You are destined to become a speaker, and your armor will resemble that of the wind and the birds. This is because you will carry information from recources in all areas to our warriors as swift and as effectively as the birds themselves." Mars spoke with the utmost confidence and seriousness, his speech ended rather abruptly but the brown and black female's eyes were wide with intrest.
Speechless all she could do was bow and back up into her place in the line, she sat and looked at the ground, motionless, trying to come to grips with her newly found destiny.
"Now, then, ladies first so you little miss are next." The oldest of the litter stepped forward, she resembled her father the most out of the trio, all but her deep magenta eyes which were almost an exact replica of her mothers.
The oldest walked with confidence and pride and sat before her elder with and attitude that almost begged to be challenged. Mars chuckled again as he watched the pup come and greet him, "My you are just like your father when he was young. As hard headed as a rock and as bold as a waterfall. You will grow to be one of the greatest warriors the Isket ranks have ever had the pleasure of having, you will be a commander. You will lead other warriors to victory in battles that you will encounter. You will be responsible for the lives of those serving under you but do not fret, if you are anything like your father, then no lives will be lost under your command." Mars shot a smirk to Darzek and he beamed back rather sheepishly at unknown memories between the two older wolves.
The oldest female pup trotted back to her spot proudly, tail sticking up and head and ears held high.
"Now, for the boy."
Darius walked forward and mirrored his father by bowing politely, even before he could sit Mars was examining his closely, circling.
Despite the fact that the elder warrior was behind him, the pup could feel the piercing eyes of the wolf tracing over his markings as though he were engraving them in his fur all over again. It took much longer for Mars to decipher Darius's markings despite his much simpler design in comparison to his sisters- however his mother always told him that simplicity is a beautiful thing so his slight lack of intricacy never bothered him.
After what seemed like ages, Mars sat down with a huff.
Darzek spoke with a hint of worry, "Mars? Do you read him?"
"Aye my friend, he was a difficult one for sure. Boy, you are quite the creature; I have seen very few like you in all my years."
The air remained as still as stone, all that moved was Darius's chest as he breathed nervously.
"Pup, you are to be an escort. You live to be a gaurdian of royals and high class. During war time you alone will protect those who need it most as they move to safer grounds, you alone are responsible for the lives of those creatures who keep society intact. Your armor will be of great humbleness, it will cover your mouth as you are not to speak to those higher than you. It will leave your ears open and exposed so you may be completely aware of your surroundings, your eyes will be tunnled in so you may only look straight forward, the direction you are to be moving, never look back. Your back will be covered completely as you will need some sort of assistance because for the most part you will be on your own. Your paws will be only assisted by bracelets with small metal wings to give you swiftness and agility. Your heart will be covered as you are forbidden to take a mate. Darius you are a protector and are expected to give your life freely in exchange for those you protect. Good luck young one."
When Darius opened his eyes, tha large red wolf was already gone, his sisters and father looked off behind him as if they had seen him leave. Slowly, the young escort rose to his paws and turned to face his family; his sisters smiled at him reassuringly but his father remained still as stone.
"Father?" No reply.
"Dad?" Darzek sighed quietly and his eyes averted to his paws.
"I'm sorry I will not be a warrior.. I didn't realize-"
"No Darius. It is what destiny has chosen for you, you are to be an escort and protect those you are commanded to protect. Do not be sorry." Darzek's voice was gruff and rather harsh, "Come, let's go back and tell your mother of your new roles."
His father strode off stiffly and his sisters followed, chattering in a hushed tone about their exciting and honorable new fates.
Darius remained behind, staring after his father. Just as they dissapeared into the brush he heard his fathers voice carry over on the drifting breeze.
"You will never be a warrior. You are no son of mine."
Darius never returned to the den, he sat in the same cold clearing the whole night, considering what his father had said. Any passerby would have thought him a statue he sat so rigidly. It was only at dawn that he moved just an inch, his eyes rose from his fixed stare of the moss covered ground, "Father. I will become a warrior. I will prove my worth and I will be honorable, I will."
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