[Mirandamay]

I think there are three for the male XD Me, lucky and daggett I think

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WIP!

Adoption Form:
Which puppy are you applying for? The black and white male
What will he/she's name be? His name will be Straton (Meaning Army in Greek)
Should you adopt this puppy just because it's popular? No, I'm going to adopt it because I think he's adorable and I want to give him a loving home
What is your pup's personality going to be like? He's going to be curious, adventurous, caring for family, courageous, and 'Guard like'.
Write a short story for your pup: Once he was born, he was destined for greatness. He always wanted to be like his father, but he also wanted to protect a family of his own. So he wandered off, seeing the most beautiful creature named Venus. She had a mate, but he was going to confront her. He confronted her and made a deal with her at last, he were to be the pack's loyal guard. Venus trusted him and told him that if he had an eye on any female he could have her and leave to protect her and his family as long as he served for her for at least a year.
Submit Art of Your Warrior: (Making the art right now )

[Winterfaux]

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.
Chivalrous

Quiet

Humble

Strong willed

Intelligent

Write 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."

Submit Art of Your Warrior:

Young and adolescent~

[mawsoleum]

Which puppy are you applying for? The male.
What will he/she's name be? Sohu.
Should you adopt this puppy just because it's popular? No, The design is very creative, and since I'm not the best designer I love getting adopts.
What is your pup's personality going to be like? Very unstable, 'insane', alert, smart behind his mask of insanity, thinks things through, hs a horrid memory until he goes back to try and remember it, which he rarely ever does.
Write a short story for your pup: (That was a pain to wrie, still an edit. Note- I am trying to make him sound insane in the writing, it shouldn't just sound repetitive.

I never was loved. I was shunned before I even knew my two sister’s names. I didn’t learn my own. Why was I shunned? I did nothing wrong. No. I did everything wrong. My existence was incorrect itself.

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Gloom seized the sky that day, wind whipped my back, as if to emphasize my exile. Burrs that crowded the ground took refuge from falling rain in my coat, already rough, fur intertwined around each other as if to remain warm. I had never been groomed by them anyway. Why start now? The deep chambers of my heart only felt ice towards them, why did they ignore me? It was my coloring perhaps. Dark and filled with mystery, little light, unbalanced colors that reflected my soul. I was conflicted. Unstable. Unsure. And they assumed all of this because of the color of me.

But they know nothing about who I am. I don’t know about who I am. I named myself Suho, or “ obscure “ in the ancient language. Because my whole life is obscure. I’m not sure how it started or how it will end, and I never will be. Past is something kept chained away in the thinnest, most forgettable areas of my mind, present is something not remembered, for it becomes past as soon as the second goes on. And future is something I don’t know until it occurs to me. Future is the one I fear the most. I imagine it as a beast, crawling up, pinning me down, calling horrors onto me. Oh woe! I was never loved. Not even time loves me. How can something that makes you weaker, cracks you down and never builds you up love you?

Maybe they were right. Maybe I am mentally unstable. Maybe I am a danger. Maybe I could be manipulated by enemies if they whispered one simple, sweet lie to me. Hmm. Maybe there is a reason behind their obvious, certain madness. But perhaps it was not madness? Or does it take one to know one… No matter. But to desert a child, one that cannot even speak his own name! My name is Suho. I’ll tell them that when I meet them again, when I meet them for a longing to kill. Because of them my life started off as madness and will end as chaos. I wonder what they with think of me, ruthless, insane? I am not.

No, I am gifted. Can my siblings hunt as I do? Even with my eyes closed I see. I sense things that are behind and to the sides of me. I hear insects as they whisper of their interesting tales. Oh how I love listening to them speak! Clear as a creek they speak, with voices the ebb and flow like the ocean. Marvelous. No, can you say I’m insane? I am not. My name is not Curxo, is it? No, it is Suho. I could use my gifts to kill anyone who dared mock me. But I will not, out of the warmth of my icy heart. Why was it that they found me dangerous? Did it have to do with death?

No. I would never kill. The only thing I know that has been killed is me. Inside, they killed me. My outside is just the fur to cover my deceased soul. I am dead. Did I kill to bring someone to my deadness? Perhaps…longing for a companion. But even they escaped through my fingers. So it was true? Did I kill. My soul is bloodstained, yes. But my paws are not. But all blood washes away after time, correct? Oh, so it is true. I’m too dangerous to be around. They exiled me because of my talents and abilities too. How rude of them to do so! But oh woe me. They knew about my fatal encounter. Fatal for the other being, at least. My blood will never be washed. I can never be cleansed. I will be feared by the for as long as time terrifies me.

My name is Suho. I am bloodstained and unstable. I am afraid of future and time itself. And I wish I could understand why my life is so wrong.

So what is my job? Simple. I am the warrior of lies, or so they call me. I fight for anyone who can manipulate me onto their side. I may fight for a being one time, and the next fight against them. I am disposable, almost. But I don't mind. I don't enjoy being in the same group for too long, anyways. The single time I was I killed them all. Under my 'insanity' I am strong. I use anything to my advantage, my own armor included. I am a killer now, as was I born one. I do not always look fit for the part. My bones can often be seen pressing hard against my side when I have on no armor. My fur is ragged and plants tend to hitch rides in it, causing a wild look to come to me. My legs, though, are thick and powerful, kept immune to starvation by unceasing walking. I am more deadly than I look, as foes soon see.

No wonder they try to get rid of me quickly.

As for my armor. It was made and put together for me by many packs. I earned it slowly, oh so very slowly as I fought. “ Suho! Yes. I see you are yet again alone. You know other packs are wanting you dead, correct? Come, if you fight for us we will help protect you from those others. And with them dead, whom will harm you?” I joined them and they gave me the first piece in my elongated collection. My headset. They were the pack I killed. My headset was crude, as with much of my armor. After came my shoulder guards, twisted like my soul. The pack also gave me the metal for my legs and feet, sharp and dangerous. After that came my hip and rear leg protectors, and then my tail metal. A theme runs alongside every piece I cherish; spikes and blades are on them all. My back has the two largest pillars, standing tall and imposing, used to spear if I happen to be tackled or knocked down. But my tail is the most dangerous. It is covered in cutting metal, smooth as a polished rock on one side for a small length before jagging into blades, all blades on the other. Just a swing and hit can be fatal. My paws, too have spikes to cut deep into flesh when in close combat. I cherish my armor, all of it. I do not like those who made it for me. Why? I am not entirely sure myself. But I have not fought for any of the packs that made me a true warrior since.

And truly, I do not think they would welcome me back into their grasps.

I am changed now since I was a pup, wondering the ghost filled earth alone, picking up only bad vibes that turned my heart black. I remain insane as they would like to say. But I am wiser now, smarter in my movements, a bolder killer. I have feelings for no one, as I have trained myself to do since I was young, and therefore no guilt chokes me as I attempt to throw my blades into an enemies’ body! Perfect is it not? I possess true talent. I thought I had found a loved one once, just once! And after I convinced myself, killing her was no issue! She was of the pack I killed all of, the armor creator. Wait! Of course, this is why I hate armor creators so! They drag back unwilling memories of my weaker past! Yes, this is the reason!

My life continues to be a threat. I wonder if one day, I will see my true family again. And then, only then can they see my new power… but I will not kill them. No. Not yet. I will make them feel regret for losing such a noble, unstable warrior! They will wish they had my power onto their side, not on anyone’s I choose. I await the day…

My name is Suho. I lost everything once, but I built it back and became a warrior on my own power. I feel invincible now. I will never be loved, never. I am a killer. I feel for no one, not anyone I have seen. I am dangerous. I am unstable. I am a Warrior of Isket.

Art of your Warrior: I pm'd you about my lack of time, I have NO time to color this. I have two major tests this week and I need to study, and I have about 6 other arts to do. This is just an uncolored traditional, but when I get time it may become a colored digital. Note- that is armor on his tail, not tail fur! It's described how he has blades, and they are crudely made, so not the best worksmanship on anything. You can see a little of his tail on one side near his hip. Since I traded with you, I hope you know I can digi it! xD

I had time for one more headshot, I know markings are off as I did this by mmory at school . x.x
This time without armor.
If you can't read text:
"He's so skinny." (random warrior)
" We should help him. " (Another random warrior)
" No, not him. " (Yet another random warrior)
that star-ish thing is like my sign for him, btw.



I'll draw him lots of art when I get time, which should be in a week or so!

[Kaylawolf]

I finaly finished! But, I might edit my form a bit.

[Cougar28]

@ Cougar- when you say she is the Daughter of Sithe yo u mean she was raised by Sithe? because biologically she is the daughter of Amanra.

Yeah, I could change it to she was raised by Sithe, that would actually be better for my comic too.

[Smamm]

This Form Contest is Starting Now (April 3, 2011) and will End As soon as I get at least 3 decent forms for each pup, You must Create Art Though the Story isn't as Important as the Art!

Sorry to spam your thread... Will you be judging the quality of the art? D| Sorry, I'm terrible at drawing, but I tried so... Just curious...

[Neara]

art wise im just making sure you can draw your warrior it doesn't have to be like my art but good enough, sorry i have to be vague ^^

[Smamm]

art wise im just making sure you can draw your warrior it doesn't have to be like my art but good enough, sorry i have to be vague ^^

Okay. I'll probably be making another, as I epicly failed on the piece I have up right now. D| Thanks Neara! Also, if you don't mind answering another question; for the story, do you want a history or little RP segment? Or even both?

[Neara]

you choose on that one, just give me a section of the warrior's life, since these are TWG's breed their history as a breed is not known yet, so just focus on i guess the growing up part (juvenille). Or you could even have them already grown and doing something as a warrior. I think what would be cool is how they earn their armor, like there are different styles of armor so they could go through like a test to see which category of armor they get ^^ but im just thinking out loud

@ Cougar- yea it makes more sense ^^