[shibuki]

# of the Pup You want:

4



Name:

Senshi

Senshi, tranlated into japanese, means warrior ;D



Gender:

Female



Why are you Adopting?

I have always wanted a warrior of Isket. Not because of popularity, but because I think the species idea is beautiful. I have really wanted one for a while and tried to get one ever since I knew about them. I was looking at the new ones and when my eyes fell upon this one. I instantly fell in love and stared at him/her for hours. I even started to make a movie based on my story. Hopefully I can finish in time!

Submit Art:

I don't have much so far, but there are more to come :3

Eye tutorial I used





By Wendigo:

Lineart by Akami-chan and colored by Tennis. :









<< Just a quick armour concept. Please, I know the markings are inccurate. I was doing this one from memory. Only pay attention to the un-creative armour



Personality (an added extra I wanted to add :3) :

Shy:
She doesn't like being in front of others and she tends to hang back a lot.

Lonely:
She only has one friend and she never tries to make more. Her only friend is a assassin kallic (species by Nuky 101) named Chi This is Chi, Design by the wonderful Nuky 101. The other two assassins that work with Chi don't really like her very much. Daraku Tenshi (A HaguramaOokami who works w/ Chi) Tends to boss Senshi around and Raid (a tracker dog who works w/ Chi) just likes to scare her.

Loyal:
When someone hurts her friend or family... The will be dead in a matter of seconds...

Smart:
She is a brilliant Warrior. She doesn't tend to show it, but she loves when people compliment her

Tough:
Even though she is shy, she is VERY tough. She can beat up and even kill almost anyone in her way.




Submit Short Story:

I know this is pretty long, but

Dreams of Adventure

The world was so bright... It was hard to see anything. The light shone through the trees and softly stroked my pelt. Staring up at the sky, the wind flowing through my fur... It was almost like being in heaven. My heart longed for adventure... Adventure that I thought would never come. But I was wrong. My sister stepped up beside me, her golden fur softly swaying in the breeze. My brother was still asleep, stretched out on the cave floor. My mother and father were gone at that time. They were out, doing the things that I always dreamed of... Dreamed... Dreamed... I knew that this was my time to shine. No one to hold me back... No one to drag me down. I turned to my sister and nuzzled her. She blinked at first, and then nuzzled me back. I told her I was going out. She softly nodded and turned back to the cave. I couldn’t tell her I was never returning. That would hurt her too much. I softly placed a resisting paw on the soft grass. I had to do this. I couldn’t live my life longing for the adventure that would never arrive. This was my time to shine. Leaping out into the forest, I knew that each step would take me closer to my destiny. That night, my dream turned into a nightmare. A storm was brewing and rain stung my pelt as I ran. Branches reached out and slapped me as I dashed through the trees. I was lost, I wanted to go home. If this was adventure, I never wanted to see it again. I wanted to feel the warmth of my parents... I wanted to hear the whimpering of my brother and sister... To see the fire glint of my parent armor in the mesmerizing way that always made me laugh. But all I saw now was darkness. I noticed an abandoned fox hole. I didn’t care if the musk of the fox was strong. I just wanted shelter... I pushed myself in and curled up into a ball. The walls muffled a lot so I fell asleep quickly... Dreaming of home... Not adventure... My nightmare had just begun...
My tail twitched as I heard a crackle in the leaves. Suddenly, a human hand reached in and grabbed the scruff of my neck. The hand was rough and calloused. I yelped loudly and prayed to the wolf god Fenris to let me live. A dark human shape loomed over me. It was a human... They laughed and said something I didn’t understand. They grinned and threw me into a truck, where a long cold ride went for hours. When they finally stopped I slowly looked around. Leaping from the truck, and running for my life. I was unfortunate enough to run right into another human, this time a young woman with long dark hair. She looked down at me and picked me up. Her eyes twinkled as she stroked my head. I smiled and closed my eyes, trusting this new human for whatever reason as she sang me into a deep sleep yet again.

-2 years later-

I made a flying leap and landed on the ground. Snarling, I stood in front of Alexia, my new owner. Alexia laughed and ruffled my soft fur. I grinned and leapt onto her. A loud sharp BRIIIIING pierced the air and made me jump. Alexia laughed again and picked up the phone, leaving the room to talk. I got up and padded after her. Suddenly Alexia burst from the room wearing her scuba gear and called to me "I’ll be back later Senshi! This mission is too dangerous for you!" Then, she left. I whimpered and thought *I love Alexia..... But I hate her being a spy* I gazed slowly around to make sure no one was watching, then walked to a small cabinet and dragged out some armor with my teeth. I slipped it on and stood up, proud and tall. I looked around then nosed open the door to the outside. Looking left then right, I dashed down the sand to the boat Alexia was about to board. I made a flying leap and landed on the roof of the small cabin in the boat. I peered around then leapt to the floor. I hid under a bench and waited until the long ride was over. When the boat jerked to a halt, I peered up and leapt onto the bench. Then, I jumped off the boat and onto the ground. I saw Alexia was running into an old factory. I followed, making sure Alexia didn’t see me. I tracked her until we got to a small office room. Alexia looked in, pulled her head back then grinned at a small bomb in her hand. She chuckled then set the bomb for two minutes. She stuck it to the inside of the door then took off. I was about to follow her when I saw something that was inside the room. Alexia had left her spy bag. I walked over to it, trying to think of ways I could return it to her. Suddenly, I heard a loud beep and gasped. I whipped around but was too late. The bomb exploded sending me flying and crashing on a metal balcony. I yelped and let out a loud howl.

Alexia turned around as a howl pierced the air. "Senshi.... SENSHIIIII!!!!!" She screamed and ran back into the burning building. She ran to the place where I was lying and whispered "Senshi? Senshi, answer me!" Looking up, I gazed into her king eyes and licked her nose. Alexia laughed and stroked my head. Suddenly, a man walked in. I recognized him as the man who the spies were always after. The "bad guy" as Alexia called him. He laughed and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at me and backed her up until I was leaning against the guide ropes that were the only safety on the flimsy balcony. My armor clinked as it hit the metal and sent a small spark down into a large pool of toxic waste. *Perfect!* I thought as I whimpered and closed my eyes. *Just perfect... EVERY spy adventure has to have a pool of toxic waste... This is NOT how I wanted to end* suddenly, I felt my body being shoved aside. Looking up, I saw Alexia where I had been standing. Alexia stood up and also held a gun towards the evil man. The man laughed and pressed a small button on the wall. The guide ropes grew slack and fell into the smoking green toxic waste. Alexia lost her balance and fell backwards. She managed to grab onto the platform and hung on tight. I yelped and ran forwards and tried to grab Alexia but it was too late. Alexia had lost her grip and was falling. The last words that escaped from her mouth were "Seeeeenshiiiiiiiii!"
I gazed down as Alexia's body hit the waste and hissed. Tears formed in my eyes and I whipped around to face the evil man. He chuckled and pointed the gun at me. I snarled and leapt forwards. The bullet rang out as it left the gun. I yelped as the bullet passed through her body. All I felt was pain... That was it... Nothing else. I fell to the ground but still had the small ounce of strength to pull myself up again and snarl. Stepping forewords slowly while the man turned away to reload his gun. My eyes were cold and my body was almost lifeless. Blood poured from the bullet hole. I pushed forwards and clamped my teeth down on the man's neck. Blood poured into my mouth, and made me gag. I dropped the lifeless body and collapsed on the ground in a tired heap. Then, everything went black.
I awoke in the forest where I had been placed. The spy agency that Alexia had worked for had put me there so I could live out my life wild and not taken care of.... but I hated it... A lonely life of sorrows was not what I wanted to live... My armor was bloodstained and rusty as I trudged through the drizzle. My fur was soaked and bloodstained. I fell to the ground and lay there, never wanting to move. Then... I heard voices. Oddly familiar but I couldn’t put my paw on it... “Is it alive?” “Uh... I think so...” “Oh, shut up. You’re no use at all!” I looked up and saw two other warriors standing above me. “Who are you?” The male asked. “Uhhh... I am Senshi! I am a Warrior of Isket!” The female gasped and said “Senshi? Is that you?”
Then I realized who they were... My... Brother... and... Sister...

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I grinned and readied myself for the jump. My paws kneaded the ground, my excitement nearly getting the best of me. The young male WOI smirked, “C’mon Senshi... Do it!”His friends snickered, probably whispering about the other poor warriors they had tortured. I sighed and stared at the canyon that was calling for me to jump. That was the reason I wanted to do it. That and the pack of young male WOIs had dared me. I started to run, the canyon coming closer with every step. Suddenly, something inside of me snapped. Why the heck was I doing this? I skidded to a halt, digging my claws into the dirt. Laughing, the male said “Knew ya couldn’t do it!” and walked away with his friends. I growled and scratched the ground, angry with myself for wimping out. I started to walk back to my den, snarling all the way. A sharp crack, most likely from a twig, sounded out and I whipped around. A light voice whispered “Shut up you idiot!”
I looked around, my eyes scanning the trees for signs of movement. Suddenly, a red blur zipped across a branch and onto the ground. A creature no larger than a small fox stood in front of me. Even though she was small, her tail was taller than me. She grinned and flipped a sky blue scarf over her shoulder. I heard a whirring and clanking noise. Then with the grace of a rusty refrigerator, a VERY large blue wolf leapt to the ground. It sounded like it was a creature made out of armor itself. I wasn’t completely sure, but I think it was a female. It whirred and a large gun on, her shoulder started to target me. Finally, more gracefully than the one before, a large dog like creature flew down with the wings of a bat. She was wearing a small masquerade mask even though her eyes were like a bar on her face. She seemed to have trouble keeping her tongue inside her mouth, for she was constantly pulling her long tongue back inside. The three struck a pose and pulled out weapons from a large bag the small red fox-thing had grabbed from a branch. They grinned and said simultaneously “Ready to die?” I stared at the strange trio, a confused look on my face. They sighed and said “We are three assassins... duh!”
“Duh?” I asked growling “How the heck was I supposed to know you were assassins?!”
They sighed again and broke away from each other. They started to aim their weapons. Even though they looked harmless, I still had heard strange stories before about three assassins named Chi, Daraku Tenshi, and Raid. From what I knew, they did not seem like something I wanted to run into. So... I ran... hard. I wanted to get out of there... to be safe. But I knew that even if I still escaped these three, my life would always be in jeopardy. The life of a warrior was never safe.



WIP!

[Dia.]

# of the Pup You want: 2
Name:
Gender: female
Why are you Adopting?
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[mawsoleum]

(quote (c) myself)


# of the Pup You want: Number 5.
Name: Suho [ pronounced{ sue-ho } ]
Gender: Male
Why are you Adopting? Personally, I think this design is stunning, and the idea behind the dogs is very creative. Not for popularity or anything of the sort.
Submit Art: Note- I can't go back and add this now, but he usually has a feather tied onto the end of his 'beak'.
Some traditional sketches. :3
Ref and chibi fun also there.

Too big for these pages, so save the images onto your computer and open it somewhere to see the entire thing. :3





shaded(quickly. Also, the paw pads are pink...I don't know why it's so dark..)


Um..I had fun. LOL On this one, the markings are not completely correct, don't judge this one too much. :3




Submit Short Story: ( q; why do you re-use the same story)
(a; Becuase I truly want any WoI I get to be unique, not a hero or anything. Something that not many other will think of.)



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. 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 disposable warrior, 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. 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 wolves. 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, shaped like a bird's beak, often gracing any discarded, unimportant feather I can find hanging helplessly on the end. They were the pack I killed. My headset was crude, as with much of my armor. After came my shoulder guards, sharp and dull feathers, confused like myself. My tail armor, just like a avian creature's plumage, and to mention it balances me when in 'flight', or running. My paw guards, shaped like bird talons themselves, sharp and deadly, dripping with possiblities. 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 wolves 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 meet my second family again. If I will ever see those pups I called my siblings, those wolves that acted as my second parents. Perhaps never again. But maybe soon.

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.

[Rhyur]

# of the Pup You want: 3
Name:
Chyrsanthemum

Nickname:
Cris

Gender:
Female

Personality:

Agreeable-
Cris is not the most assertive Wolf of Isket you will ever meet. She normally goes along with anything, but not always. She is not one to argue with another being. You could say she is not a leader, but she does get along with nearly everyone and is very social.

True- Cris is not a liar. If she tells you something, she is speaking the truth. She also stays true to her heart, that is somthing she is willing to stand up for.

Positive-
There is nothing in the world that can dampen her spirits. Cris is a believer, she thinks that anything is possible if you try.
She does not let anyone or anything knock her down. Snide comments and dirty looks never phase her.

Colorful-
Chris has a cheery and bubbly personality, and always stands out in the crowd. She is very vivacious and expresses herself uniquely. In all truth, she is a one of a kind Wolf of Isket.


Why are you Adopting?
I would like to adopt Chrysanthemum because she is one of the most unique and beautiful characters I have ever seen. She reminds me of everything good and pure in the world. She is as gorgeous as a flower in bloom, as bright and vibrant as the sun, and as fresh as spring itself. She is just a character that I could not live without. Cris will certainly never be forgotton, nor will she collect dust. I have big plans in mind for her.

Submit Art:
WIP... May take a while and will be traditional. I will also be ordering art (I love her so much... BUT Tablet broke)

Submit Short Story:

Sorrowful
Angry
Grief-Stricken
Lonley
Empty.
These are only a few words that could describe how distressed I am feeling in my heart. My weeping eyes were locked on the stars that peppered the sky. I recalled my mother telling me about the constellations. I recognized Orion, the most brave and courageous Warrior of isket that ever lived. Then my eyes locked on the constellation of the Gemini Twins, the fearless Warriors of Isket that defeated an entire army of the Kronadors single handedly. I spotted the rest of the constellations with ease, me and my mother used to go stargazing every night before she passed away many years ago. Although this consoled me, it did not rid of the pain that resided in my heart. A yesterday, my mate, Ataro, was taken captive when the Kronadors raided our territory. He was guarding his post, like the brave warrior I know he is. He was the only one out patrolling the border that night. Lord Rayo and his subjects had more important duties to tend to. While guarding, it is believed he was attacked. I heard his cry of help, as did many others, but we were all too late. Now I fear there is nothing else I can do for poor Ataro. He is most likely as dead as dead could be.

Suddenly, as I was reflecting on my mate's imprisonment, a shooting star cascaded across the sky. My mother always told me,"If you see a shooting star, make a wish. It might even come true..." Her melochodic voice echoed in my head. Before the star could dissapear below the horizon, I made a very special wish. I wished for my mate back, I was heartbroken without him by my side. For a brief moment, everything felt magical. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and hoped to see my beloved Ataro standing in front of me when I opened my eyes. I thrusted my eyes open, and instead of being greeted by my true love, I was startled by the face of an ugly, twisted Kronador. His toothy smile was smug and juvinile and his breath smelled putrid when he spoke,"You are coming with me." I screamed, but he slammed his horse-like paw over my mouth, muffling my cry for help. You could say my wish was granted, but the universe is cruel. I may get to see Ataro once more before these horrific Kronadors murder me, but Heck, he is probably already dead.

I fought the powerful grip of the Kronador for most of the ride over the border, but when I entered the rival territory, my body went limp. It was a terrible place to live, compaired to the Warrior of Isket's territory. The grass was dead and brown, the trees were bare and diseased. Pools of sludge and toxic waste reside in plain sight. Mother Kronadors were caring for their sickly children on the side of the paths, they had no one and no where to turn. It was as if the Kronadors were living in a wastleland that could not be restored. The thug-ish Kronador lifted me off of his back and onto the ground. Another of his species passed by, perhaps a guard. They spoke in a foreign tongue that I could not comprehend. Then, the guard Kronador hissed at me with his forked, serpent tongue and wandered off into the thick, polluted fog that enveloped all of the land. I was shackled by my kidnapper and brought to a strange area of the land where twisted branches formed a fortress, no, it was more like a dungeon. The Kronador opened my cell with tremendous strenght, motion me inside and then the roots and branches resiliently snapped back. He checked twice to see if the prision was shut for good and his expression suddenly changed from meniachal, to concerned and sorrowful. It seemed as if he was upset to have to imprision a living, breathing creature, similar to himself. Then it hit me, these creatures don't kill and fight for game, they kill and fight for life and health just like the rest of us. If he could have, he would have freed me from this filthy, infested cell in a matter of seconds, but he could not. He glanced at me one more time, and then left, like nothing ever happened.
I sighed in discontent and collapsed on the cold floor, sobbing and weeping until my eyes could not tear any longer. I did not have any desire and strength to live any longer. The Kronadors might as well sacrifice me now.

Strange enough, I spotted a shadow creep along the lining of the vast cell. I was not sure what to expect, the cell was large enough to fit around 100 Warriors of Isket. I spoke a feeble, "Hello?" The wind howled and the trees shook their bare branches. Finally a familiar voice replied, "Chrysanthemum? Is that you?" My face lit up, I most definatly reconized that voice! It was the sweet and glorious voice of my mate, Ataro! Tears began streaming down my cheek, but they were not the kind of tears that tag along with feelings of sadness, they were happy tears, tears of joy. I yelped at him, "Ataro! Could it really be you?" He lept over to me and licked my muzzle. "Yes, it is really me!" He gleefuly replied, "What are you doing here?" "I wished to see you again, but my wish was answered by the wrong person. I was kidnapped by a Kronador the night after you were." I somberly said. "Well, it is not so bad. At least we are together," Ataro reasurred me. "Now that we are together, we can escape. I do not plan to rot in this cell for eternity." I courageously replied. "Sounds like a plan to me."

While we were waiting for the right time to execute our plan, I asked Ataro, "So what do you think of this place?" "I really do not favor it much. It is very different from the land we inhabit, which is cheery and lively. Here it s glum and dull." He replied. "I agree, but I don't think that we realize, they need our land just as much as we need their land. We could change this place back to its lively state, and they could start all over again if they inhabited our land. I feel as if we are both fighting a war that will never be won, because neither side will ever give in." I spoke confidently. Ataro blankly stared at me, confused by my remark. He finaly replied, "You are most likely right, but why? Why do you feel sympathy for the Kronadors? We will alwasy be fighting and that fact will never change. In war, there is no room for sympathy!" I said softly,"Because they are just like us..." I came to my senses and raised my voice,"What am I saying?! I lost my grasp on our goal, escaping. What time should we depart?" He replied,"I think it would be in our best intrest to leave around midnight, when most of the Kronadors are sleeping." "Ok, it is settled, we will leave at midnight, sharp" I said strongly. Even though the subject of the suffering Kronadors was dropped, I could not stop thinking about it.

:12:00:
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Now?"
"Now."
Ataro tore open the barrier of branches that surrounded us. I swiftly lept through the opening and he raced after me. I did nnot know where to start, I tried to retrace my captor's footsteps, but they were stale and faded. I attempted to follow his scent, but it had mingled with all of the other smells and odors in the enviroment. Now I was utterly lost in an alien enviroment, my mind was racing as I tried to remember any familiar landmarks. I was overwhelmed and nervous, I blindly chose to navigate the path that leaded westward. The fog shrouded many of the surroundings and finaly, a blessing, a familiar expansive field loomed ahead of me. I dashed in its direction, the lights of my civilization were distant, but recognizable. I briefly glanced back at Ataro, checking if he was still close behing. He smiled at me, but his loving smile was answered with a grim frown, something was emerging from the fog behing us, and I was positivly sure it was the Kronadors. Right I was, hundreds of them were now pursuing us. I knew that they were out to kill this time, we now knew many of their precious secrets, and they could allow us to report that back to Lord Rayo. They were closing in and I ran harder then every before. It seemed like Ataro noticed their pursuit too because he sped in front of me. We both were running for our lives, this was our last chance to survive this "adventure".

The boundary line was approaching, I knew that we would be safe if we managed to cross it, because other Warriors would soon be arriving to help. The Kronadors may also cross it, but they would soon be incinerated by our troops. Ataro and I were homeward bound, Lord Rayo's den was close by. We reached his masterful lair just in time, Adrenaline had now taken over me, my body was tryed and fatigued. I don't think I could have ran any longer. Lord Rayo was surprised by our presence, he greeted us with a lick on the head and bellowed,"Chrysanthemum? Ataro? You are back? I assumed you both were dead. Well, all that happened before doesn't matter now, it seems like we have a battle to fight." The Kronadors have multiplied in number, back-ups were constantly arriving. . Ataro, being the loyal wolf he has alway been, spilled all of the secrets of the Kronadors to Rayo. We knew every chink in their armor, every gap in their defense. I felt a bit guilty, because now we had an advantage over them, for no wolf had been to the Kronador's territory and lived to tell the tale. Ataro and I were now heros, but I did not feel like one. The image of the suffering Kronadors branded itself on my brain, thus, never allowing me to forget how lucky and glad I am to be a Warrior of Isket and how hard it is to live in the circumstances of the Kronadors.

[Arcane Phoenix]

They're all so adorable<3

[fishbait]

I love the fifth pup! Now I can't decide between the third or fifth. D:

[BPeppers]

# of the Pup You want: #1
Name: Singer of Songs (Singer)
Gender: Male

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[redninetails]

# of the Pup You want: 2
Name: Azel
Gender: female
Why are you Adopting?
I love the puppies design and color scheme which i think goes very well. Also i think it's very unique that she's blind in her right eye so i think she'd make a great character. They're all very nice but i like her the best. With her design being very intriguing and i like her body type(meaning the tail and such) Not to mention i'm a fan of the WOIs
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(I'm really sorry that it's terrible. I actually drew it and had a good picture of it to upload but then ~Gesshoku~'s computer didn't have a place to put the SD card in. So i tried to take a picture with the only thing that can get photos on her computer but i forgot my original picture at my house so i had to take a picture of the picture from my camera so it's really blurry and you can't see it at all i just had to get art at least in the form but it's not really visible sorry ):)
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I was born blind...well at least that's what i thought. The first thing i saw when i "opened" my eyes was black. A void of never ending darkness. Keeping them shut, not wanting others to look into my emotional eyes, and know that i couldn't see out of them. So hearing became my biggest asset. This lead to me being rather quit and timid, yet when i needed to be i was quite fierce. I grew up like a normal pup, i guess, except that i don't think that my mom liked me. She seemed to show me no love and only held a great dislike my towards my un-perfection. That difference made her shroud my existence leaving her with only my two brothers as her pups. Of course she fed me and helped my live, i am after all a pup, but she did it just sparingly. I had my brother Jay tell me once, in a snickering tone, "You aren't anything really. Just a lost thing that mother wished was never born. I hear her telling dad that she can't believe that she had a pup that came out blind." It then occurred to me that i would never be able to see the joys and pleasures of seeing that my family always chattered about. Things like the wide open sky that was filled with gleaming white orbs of light. I let my mind take me to different places, not letting my unseeing eyes ruin my life. So I became very independent doing things myself. But i didn't know that under all the calm i was letting jealousy and anger boil up until I exploded.

I was relaxing in my usual spot, near a thicket in the shade. Listening to the soft voice of the wind as it ruffled my black fur and the noises from small animals that i had learned were called crickets. Bam. "Ow!" I yipped glaring in the direction of where i suspected the object had been thrown from. My ears were perked and listening intently. Catching the faintest sound of my brother, Jay, padding up to sneer at me. "Come on Azel try and find me." He provoked. Continuously he teased me. I didn't understand why he found it amusing or exciting but i think it made him feel like he was better, like he was stronger, he was the runt of the litter after all. My claws dug into the earthy ground and my jaws tightened as my teeth were ground together. A low vexed growl erupted from my throat as i sprang to my feat and launched myself at Jay. I head heard him long enough and I took my full anger out at him. All of the hatred that had been wrapped inside of me was boiling over. He let out a bark of surprise as i snapped my jaws around madly. Finally locking my jaws on his front paw. My eyes were scrunched shut but my facial expression showed him that i wasn't playing around. "Get off!" He demanded swiping his other paw at my face. Letting go of my grip i backed off. My face burned and then it happened. My eye lids lifted in a fluttering manner as light poured into them. Stinging my eyes as my pupils were not used to the intense sun light. I gawked in amazement as my brother's bloodied paw came into view,his black paw stained scarlet. "I-i can see." I stuttered in pure disbelief. Then it hit me. My right eye. Why can't i see out of my right eye!? I looked around in panic, Jay had already fled to tell mom.

When she found out she was furious that i had hurt her baby, her flesh and blood. Like i'm not your flesh and blood, oh yeah i'm not to her. So still a young pup she abandoned me, probably hoping i'd be killed. She didn't even care that i wasn't one hundred percent un pure anymore, i was still not good enough. Yet that didn't faze me a bit. I could see, maybe out of only one eye, but i could see. Luckily enough i was found and brought into a new home, one with unfamiliar faces that i could finally call....my family.

[Rhyur]

Is traditional art alright, I broke my tablet, and I really love Limellum <3

[Kaylawolf]

Is traditional art alright, I broke my tablet, and I really love Limellum <3

Yes, It it all right to use traditional.

(Sorry mini mod side of me talking.)