[banooky]

# of the Pup You want:3
Name:Lemonade
Gender:Female
Why are you Adopting?: I wanted one I was going to name Fox, but I didn't win her. I never gave up because WoI looks like such a fun club!
Submit Art:None yet... I will make an editable tomorrow and color it in like her and use it as a test.
Submit Short Story:Do you mind if I use Fox's story?
Lemonade lay in her mother's den. Then Dax appeared. "Lemonade, your mother is dead." He said. "I plan to train you to lead some of the warriors in Isket." Dax dipped his head. "Yes sir." Lemonade tried not to cry.
Years later...
"Lemonade..." Amanra dipped her head in the way Dax did. "Yes?" Lemonade replied, tilting her head in confusin. "You need armor change." Amanra said laughing. "Yeah I know, brown or white?" Lemonade asked. "Um... the mix of both." Amanra walked away with laughs coming out one by one.

You see... Lemonade will be real special to me. I'll make art of her every day and so on. Please?

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# of the Pup You want: 3
Name: Akalia
Gender: Female
Why are you Adopting? I'm adopting because I fell in love with the breed of these wolves, I never had one and really love to adopt one of the WOI. She is perfect for me and reminded myself of me.
Submit Art:
With Armor-

As A Puppy-

Her Eye-

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THIS IS A STORY IN 1st person
When I was only 8 weeks
I sat looking over the lands of Isket, my eyes wandering then a paw was placed on my head making me jump. "It's alright Akira it's just me," my father's voice came out calm and like a sigh. I looked up at him with my eyes gleaming, my inspiration of being a brave and cunning wolf was him. "Dad, why am I different from the rest?" I asked my father curious to why I had different abilities then the rest. "Akalia you know it's because you were born a warrior didn't you?" he asked with a slight smile on his face. I shook my head, my ears pricking to a howl of another wolf. It was an alarm the chimera's were going to attack the village and my father had to leave. "Akalia go to the den now!" he barked as his body became a speck in the distance. I ran into the den, my body shaking not knowing what to do. I sat curled up at the end where nothing or no one could see me, my body was trembling though I was trying to command it to stop.
The Next Day
I walked out of my den to the voices of strangers, a female and male. I looked up to see two big wolves, one I seen in battle the other with a group of puppies that weren't the same. "Soraya, my love please can you take her to the rest that you have found?" the male voice asked, his tongue going across her cheek gently. The female known as Soraya picked me up by the scruff of my neck, I yipped out not expecting her to pick me up like my father had. "Wh-Where's my father?" I asked curiously looking around for him to come save me from these wolves. Soraya just kept trotting to a place where other puppies were, all different shapes and sizes. She set me down and then sat in front of us all, ready to announce something. "I'm very sorry young ones, but your families are not coming back. The Chimera's have gotten to them, and I'm afraid that you will spend your life here with me and the rest of the Warriors until you are old enough to mate." she announced and walked over to a spot to lay down. I looked around scared, and walked over away from everyone else to look out into the long blue grass. I felt wet tears down my cheek, my heart feeling like it was nothing but a shell.
When I was about 8 months old
My eyes gently followed the grey and white creature as it stalked through the long grass, my rump in the air giving a little wiggle till I pounced on my prey. "Ha! I got you again, Marion!" I giggled as my friend bared his teeth to me. "Whatever Akalia, you know it was just luck!" he argued. I got up and swished my tail, trying to flirt with him, "You know I'm a better fighter then you and you always will!" I gave an evil smirk and started walking off. I heard a familiar call, running to it making sure I was the first puppy to get there. "Alright Puppies, it's time for training." Soraya called out to all of us whom were present. I looked back at Marion and stuck my tongue out, closing my eyes in the process. "Everyone get with a partner and fight." Soraya informed us as we started choosing our partners. "Marion!" I barked as I ran to him, "Try to be a challenge will you?" I asked with a giggle in my voice. Marion rolled his eyes and got into position, I got down low my teeth bared and my tail in the air. We started to play fight viciously, our jaws snapping together as our bodies collided. I placed my jaws around his neck, placing him to the ground standing over him making a low growl come from my throat. I was the winner, everyone knew it, but I was proud to declare myself as a determined Warrior of Isket.
2 Years Later
I walked the lands of Isket my head held high, I heard something in the bushes my ears folding back to the sound. I stood still, waiting for whomever or whatever it was to come out. "Akalia, you have grown so much." the familiar male voice I heard when I was taken away from my home. I looked back, Rayo as muscular looking as usual, my head bowing showing respect to my elder. "The other Warriors have been noticing that you have been improving as well, I think it's time for you to go into training with Amandra." his eyes landed looking into mine. "Yes, sir." I replied calmly, my tail wagging just a bit to the sound of me moving up the ranks to train with the Subordinate Leaders. Rayo smirked, his ears pricking up to a noise, then just like that he was out of my sight. I looked around trying to find where the Disappearing Alpha had gone to. I let out a happy bark, soon I was going to war with the other Warriors...and I was ready.

[s n i f f]

# of the Pup You want: #2

Name: Secerius

Gender: Female

Why are you Adopting?:

Because I think WOI is a wonderful and most brilliant piece of art and writing, And even imagination! I've seen on CS,
not to mention I do want to be apart of it... </3 I just love the pup's designs, They are so unique in their own way. And, I love your imaginations, All of you of WOI. You make things so complicated yet easy.. </3

Submit Art: More to come.

Sorry It's a sketch.. I'll do a colored version next time.

Armor Pieces

I got her in her armor *o*

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Secerius gasped as her parents fell from the cliff, Along with the saber tooth tiger. Her eyes grew big as she stared down the ledge at the now ant-like still figures on the ground. She gasped again as tears ran down her cheeks, Like rain they fell into little puddles. She turned and ran down the hill as fast a she could, Looking for a way to get down to her parents, Looking to see if they were... alive...

She turned every corner of the hill, Looking down the ledge and watched as the still figures got closer, She stumbled over sharp stones as cut her pads open, But she didn't care.. She just wanted to see her parents again.. She peaked over the last corner as saw her lifeless parents. More tears ran down her cheeks as she darted over to them and crawled between their arms, Licking their faces trying to wake them up, Screaming "Wake Up!! Wake Up!!" She was panicking and broke down in more tears, This time screaming louder "Please Wake Up!!" But... They never did..

Soon she had to leave them... She couldn't survive by just sitting there by her parent's dead bodies, She looked back at them one more time before darting away crying. She then accidentally bumped into a female wolf, With a few other pups... She looked up at her with red and wet eyes, And hugged the female's leg. She didn't want to be alone again.. And this was her only chance, She was even more glad that the female wolf accepted her..

[Lady Luna]

Pup You want:
#1

Name:
Zefirino (Means Wind of Spring in Greek)
*Zefirino prefers to be called Zef or Zeno

Gender:
Male

Why are you Adopting?:
I saw him, and it was just like I connected with him. I wanted a Warrior of Isket, and I've been stalking the pound. At first, I wasn't too sure about him, but I looked closer, and I decided I had to have him!

Submit Art:

Concept art

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Zefirino smirked as he ran around the tree. Then he swerved and ran behind a tall clump of grass. He slid to a stop and hid in the grass, using all of his few skills to hide from Soraya. Zefirino could hear her calling for him, but he didn't want to stop playing. He just wanted to run and run and run until his paws couldn't take him a step more. Zefirino almost stood up then to start running, but remembered his personal mission. Then he felt a paw on his back, a large paw. Zefirino looked up into Soraya's face and smiled meekly.

"Just what are you doing,Zef?" Zefirino's grin slipped from his face at Soraya's exhasperated, stern question.

"I was chasing the Kronadors away from the camp so Lord Rayo didn't have to!" Zefirino's quick mind was whirring with ideas, but he liked this one the most. All he wanted was to be the greatest warrior in history, but everyone was always telling what he could and couldn't do, as if he didn't know he wasn't big enough to actualy fight the horse-reptile hybrid enemies of the Warriors of Isket.

"Were you, now?" Zefirino pricked his ears at the hint of playfullness in Soraya's voice. He barked happily as he was pushed lightly over and retaliated by pouncing on her rounded tail. Then he was put off balance as Soraya swept her tail from under him, and he rolled onto the grass. But he was up in a second, ready for more, but was swept up by his scruff and carried through camp.

"Got you now!" Zefirino struggled as he was carried back to the den. But his stuggled soon grew weaker until, as Soraya put him gently on the ground, Zefirino was sleeping, dreaming about fighting alongside Lord Rayo and Arkhantos and Dax. His little paws scuffled in the dirt as he dreamt that he felt the wind in his face and armor clinking as he ran for all he was worth across the plain to do battle with the Kronadors.

~A while later~
Zefirino tried to sit still as he waited to find out what he was going to be. He looked at Soraya impatiently and tried not to run off. His head snapped to the side as a butterfly tumbed and twirled in the light breeze. Zefirino's tail started to wave back and forth and his eyes narrowed. He was just readying himself to leap into the air when a paw came down infront of him.

"Zefirino! Pay attention!" Zefirino's ears flattened and he looked up apoligeticly at Soraya. He sat as still as he could and looked up at Soraya. He wanted to be a warrior. He wanted to fight to keep everybody safe and protected. While he was day dreaming, he didn't notice anything Soraya did. He was snapped out of his reverie by a few simple words.

"You are a warrior." Zefirino jumped up and barked happily. He ran around in circles before pouncing on a fallen leaf. His rampage didn't stop there though. Zefirino streaked to the stream and flounced into it. He rolled over a few times before remembering Soraya. He trotted back with his head hung low and long tail drooping. His fur left little water dropplets on the ground as he stood before Soraya, downcast.

"Sorry." Zefirino mumbled and looked up at his adopted mother. He noticed a grin on her face and imediatly perked up. He smiled as Soraya beconed his to go with her and let htongue hand out of his mouth as he trotted behind the alpha female. He didn't even mind that his coat was soaking wet, or that his paws were covered in mud. He was just happy beyond compare that he was going to be a warrior!

~A Long Time Later~
Zefirino breathed in deep. His dreams had finaly become real! And now he sat alone by the very same patch of grass he had hidden in all that time ago. Happy memories flooded into his mind's eye. He remembered the first time he had been taken on a hunt, his first lesson, and most of all, the day he got his armor. He looked across his shoulder at his armor and smiled. His armor was wavy and curled, like the wind. This made Zefirino smile as he remembered how he used to run, and run, and run. He started out of his thoughts as a ball of fur rammed into him, but smiled as he recognized the pup.

"Are you hidding from Soraya?" Zefirino whispered and the pup nodded. Zefirino looked around and made sure that the leader's mate wasn't around before picking the pup carefully up and placing him in the tall grass. Then he aranged it to look undisturbed. Zefirino looked like he was napping when Soraya came around. He sat up as he was prodded in the side.

"Have you seen that little pup around, Zef?" Zefirino shook his head at Soraya's question. He coughed loudly to hide the pup's giggles and smiled at Soraya. He waved his long tail patiently as the female walked away, then looked down at the pup.

"You can come out now." Zefirino said and was imediatly jumped upon my the pup. They wrestled and played around the camp until the pup as plucked up by Soraya.

"Zef, you are just like a pup sometimes!" Zefirino smiled as he watched Soraya go with the struggling pup. He padded silently over to the grassy spot and settled down to take an actual nap.

"Pups have so much energy."

I added his personality traits and such below.
Likes: Fighting for peace, running, the feeling of wind in his face, pups.

Dislikes: Kronadors, staying still for longe periods of time, hunting small prey.

Zefirino never really grew up from a puppy. He can be serious at times, but is most often seen wrestling with pups. You may also see him running across the plain, with no clear intention than just to run. If you ask about his past, Zefirino will tell you all about his training, mischeif making and hunting trips, but never of what happened to his parents. His eyes will just go misty and he will clam up. But he will soon be frisking about with the young ones or splashing in the river. You never know where or when he will turn up.
Don't mistake Zefirino's puppy like demeanor when in battle. His emotions will turn only into grim, serious, determination. He is very tactical and cunning in his attacks and deadly with his teeth. Zefirino hates the Kronadors, and is only to happy to dispose of a few. If any fellow warriors are downed in a fight, Zefirino will race over and either try to save them, or protect their body.

[cosmiccreature]

# of the Pup You want: 1 (think I like this one a little bit more)
Name: Torin -meaning chief in Gaelic-
Gender: Male
Why are you Adopting? I absolutly adore W.o.I they are absolutely amazing wolves...and the armour...nice thouch. I am in love with his design, I'm hoping to make him an officail character.
Personality: Brave and out-going, serious, funny, kind, shy and very gullible.
Submit Art: http://worthlesslegend.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3eurw6 (No Armour. Coloured)
http://worthlesslegend.deviantart.com/art/Torin-and-Mask-206359695 (His Body's Design and his Mask)

Submit Short Story: It was pouring heavily when Torin opened his eyes for the first time in 2 days. The rain was harsh on his small sensitive body, and he instantly cried out, wanting someone to keep him warm. He tried to remember what happened 2 nights ago. Pictures flashed before his eyes. His mother. A mix of horse and reptile. His mother grabbing him and settling him down somewhere dark and hidden. A yelp. A cracking sound. Then a sinister laugh and the sound of heavy walking passing by. His father then took him close to a packs territory and dropped him off, hoping someone would find him and take care of him. His father bent down, licked his son's head and whispered "Your name..shall be Torin. I love you son." then departed. Torin shuddered, and cried until a grey and white female with beautiful blue eyes approached him. She looked at him with sad eyes, "Another lost one." She said softly, then picked Torin up by the scruff and delved further into the campus of the warriors. She then settled him down near 4 other pups. A male and 3 females. He found himself sitting beside a beautiful black and white female with a long fluffly tail who was laying down. He smiled approving. She snorted, got up and walked away to sit with the yellow and white female. Torin looked over his shoulder to the left and saw another male, he was black and blue. Torin stalked over to him and sat beside him with a friendly smile on his face. "Hi, I'm Torin. Do you know where I am, and who that female was that brought me here?" He asked. The male looked at him lazily. "Hi, you're in the land of Isket, living among to Warriors of Isket now, and that's Soraya. She brings all the lost and abandoned pups here. We'll all grow up as brother and sister, and then become a warrior ourselves." The male yawns, looks away and goes to sleep. Torin wagged his tail. How cool, he was going to be a warrior now....except...he knew nothing of the warriors. He waltzed up to Soraya and wagged his tail when he reached her. "Soraya?" He asked. Soraya looked at him. "What are the Warriors of Isket like?" Soraya smiled, and looked around. "Take a look around young one, you'll see." Torin looked off into the distance, he saw many wolves, then he spotted a wolf wearing armour and gawped at the sight. He slowly walked towards the wolf. He had heard of him in stories, but thought of them only as a story. It was Lord Rayo, looking just like Ma and Pa used to describe him. Torin's head was spinning he couldn't believe he was going to get to save lives...just like Rayo. "Ma and Pa would be so proud." He said to himself as a tear of both sorrow and joy trickled down his cheek.

2 weeks after living with Soraya and the other abondoned or lost pups....

Torin was frustrated, he had spent all day trying to catch a dang rabbit. Relentless of letting it get away, he persued after his prey, running fast and hard, but the hot sun beat down on his back. He panted and panted until the rabbit went down a whole out of sight. Torin wanted to scream...he was hungry and tired, but it was still early in the day. So he decided to go to a little meadow that he liked to be whenever he was upset or angry.
Torin spent quite a bit of time sobbing, he missed his mother and father. Soon enough Soraya found him, and was a little mad he had not came back home for a long time then saw his wet cheeks and red eyes, she softly pulled him towards her a hugged him with one of her big paws then asked "what's troubling you little one?" Torin looked up at her.."I want to go home." He countered.
Soraya looked at him appualed, "why..you are home Torin."
"This will NEVER be my home." Torin sobbed then ran off....

One year later.....

Torin was getting ready to go hunting, when suddenly Soraya called to him. He stopped in his tracks and padded up to her. "Is...something wrong Soraya?" Torin asked..his low voice full of uncertainty. Soraya smiled. "No little one. I am here to tell you....you have earned your armour Torin." Torin looked at her bewildered, then put a huge smile on his face. "Really!?" He asked excitedly. Soraya laughed, "Yes really. Follow me." She said and started padding towards the heart of the packs territory. Torin skuttled after her. Soon after Torin got his armour, he was called into battle. There were 3 Kronadors attacking. He was engulfed in battle quickly. It was a struggle, one of the Kronadors pinned him and was snapping at his throat. He was lucky though, he lunged forward and grabbed his enemy's neck and ripped a chunk away. His enemy stumbled off of him and coughed blood, it was dying. Torin soon put it out of it's misery. A lesson he learned when he was younger. 'Never leave your enemy suffering.' After that battle was over, he returned to camp, unscathed, but tired and hungry. He took of his armour and went for a quick hunt. He caught a fat rabbit and settled down beside his brethren. He ravenously ate. When the day ended and the sun was setting, he layed down, and settled his head on his front paws, and closed his eyes. 'This is my home now.' He thought to himself. 'This is where I belong.' Before he went unconcious, there was a content smile on his face. He was home.


# of the Pup You want: 4
Name: Saphorah
Gender: Female
Why are you Adopting? I absolutly adore W.o.I. They are amazing wolves, and the armour is just too cool. She has a gorgeous design, I'm hoping to make her an officail character.
Personality: Stubborn, loving, can be mean, protective and loyal.
Submit Art: http://worthlesslegend.deviantart.com/art/Saphorah-WOI-adoption-206238868 (No Armour)

Submit Short Story: The sun on Saphorah's back was delightful, but the wind was bitterly cold, threatening to steal all the warmth from her body. If not for her long black and white fur and fluffy tail, she would be freezing like everyone else. She noticed, that when Soraya first found her, she was alone, just herself and Soraya. Over time, Saphorah noticed that Soraya would leave and bring back food. Saphorah never knew her parents, so she never learned her name. At least..not until she asked Soraya to name her. Saphorah loved her name and thought of Soraya as her mother. One day Soraya came back with a group of 3 pups, 2 other females, and a male. She instantly made friends with the yellow and white female, while the black and pinkish female often stayed to herself or stayed with the black and blue male. Several weeks later, Soraya brought back another male. He was very colourful. She took a liking to him. He came to sit near her while she was laying down, soaking up the sun. He smiled at her, and Saphorah...being her stubborn self, looked at him, snorted, then got up and walked away. As she started growing up, she became friends with this male. Learned his name..and occasionally shared her food with him. They slept curled up beside him on the cold nights. Until finally...she realized...she couldn't start liking him. So..she moved on, earned her armour and her place in this pack. She was happy.



I like both sooo much, and I can't choose, so if I win one, please choose for me

[laces]

# of the Pup You want: #1
Name: Koru
Gender: Male
Why are you Adopting? Ever since I saw that TWG90 and other great wolf artists were making a wolf adoptable species, I really wanted one. When I saw that they had armor, I feel in love even more. I had completely fallen off a cliff when I saw Koru. He is so beautiful! (Handsome) I will design his armor to a very backbreaking extent. I really love him and I wish he was mine. I would trade all of the things in the world for him. (Except a couple things dear to me) I love the way you added the red and yellow with brown black and white. The yellow is conflicting color with the others, and it adds a starburst of color to Koru.
Submit Art: I am going to work on it.
Submit Short Story:

Koru pounced between the rocks, twisting his paw. "YOWWWWW!" He yelped. The large fish darted away as his huge paws hit the water. Limping, Koru splashed to shore. Once his front paws touched earth, he flopped down to look at his injured paw. It bent at a strange, angled position. Red hot heat waves of anger burned at the back of his mind and washed to his claw tips. He lashed out at the rock nearest him, his claws sending showers of sparks flying.
"Koru! Koru!" Soroya yelped. Koru winced at the worriedness in his mother's voice. He heard paw steps on the rocks. "Koru, there you are! We thougt the Kronadors had gotten you!" Soraya guestered for him to follow, but turned around when he didn't. "Get up. Now." She hissed through clenched teeth. Koru whined and stood up, but didn't put his back paw down. "Let's go!" Koru didn't move. "What's wrong?" Soraya's voice softened when she saw the grimace of pain on her son's face.
"I hurt my paw when I jumped in the water." Koru put his ears back. Soraya crouched and gently picked her son up by his scruff and walked with him. "Rayo! I've found him. He's hurt his paw." Rayo nodded, and they walked back to camp.



WIP

[Tяiρρ]

# of the Pup You want: Pup 1 (The Male)
Name: Kaim
Gender: Male
Why are you Adopting?: I've been facinated by the W.O.I. for some time now, and I'd love to have one of my own. I like the story behind them as well as their amazing and unique appearances.
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Boom. Boom. Boom. The drums...The sound of battle approaching. Who will be the victor? Will we loose anymore to the vile Kronadors? Will they drop so low into stealing pups again?

When Kaim was born, it was on the eve of a battle. His mother had gone as far as she could from the battle so she could birth her pups in safety. It wasn't as safe as she thought. A Kronador had followed her and waited for her to birth the pups when he pounced. His mother fault bravely only to fall before her pups, mortally wounded. She watched as more Kronadors amerged and picked up each pup, carrying them away. The one who carried Kiam, was a bit skitish and very clumbsy. He tried to act calm but he was terrified of the battle. Suddenly a loud rumble shook the earth. The battling wolves all scattered as the earth shook beneath them. The wolf who carried the young pup yelped as a falling rock struck his hind quarters and he flung the pup aside before bolting off with the others. The pup landed beneath a fallen pine as rocks flew past. The pups feeble whimpers would never be heard over the crashing of stone and rock. He lay there, shivering and whimpering for the rest of the night before he finally drifted off to sleep. When morning came, he was found by Soraya, as well as the body of his mother. He picked him up and carried him back to the pack, to be raised and looked after.

He grew to a strong heathy pup, barely even remembering the night of his birth. Some nights he has dreams of that terrible night and wakes up in fear, but always forgets what happened in his dream.

As he grew to an adult, he became a swift runner and excellent messenger. His memory never falters (except from the night of his birth) and he can recite any message given to him with the exact words and pauses.

[apache~]

Pup #4

Name: Lucinious

Gender: ♂ (male)

Why are you Adopting?

I love these species and am hoping to get this little guy all to myself so I can officially own a WoI and be a part of the community :>

Submit Art: headshot
fullbody, without armor,

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Lucinious. Brown fur, with strips of blinding white shining through the dark colors. The young male's paws thudded against the grass, lean muscles rippling under his pelt. The wind rushed through his fur as his pink tongue hung loosely out of his parted jaws. Yellow eyes bright and dancing in the sunlight, a clear smile smeared across his face. When he was running all his troubles seemed to melt away... The only thing left was the pounding of his paws on the ground, and the wind howling in his ears.

He was a brute. Lucinious' father, that is. An ugly monster- not in appearance, but in character. He would often hurt his mother. It started out little at first- a bite on the nose, snarling at her over nothing -but it soon grew into large fights and that left her seriously wounded. Lucinious was not abandon or torn away from loving parents. His father was not loving. He was a black hole of fear and hate.

It happened so suddenly... Father and mother were fighting again. He struck her. There was blood and tears. Mother fell to the ground, and she didn't get up. Lucinious couldn't take it. "Stop it, you monster!" He had howled, only to be mocked. "What, boy? Feeling tough? Think you can stand up to me?" Of course not, he was not even full-grown. But something in the young wolf had snapped, and he lunged. Everything after blurred and meshed together... teeth tearing into skin and fur, drawing blood... The next thing he can recall is him, a mere pup, standing before his father's body, his throat punctured. Then he ran. Lucinious' father was not dead, but he was dying. The young male could not think. He needed to run.

Lucinious wandered aimlessly for days, and then the days merged into weeks... He lost track. He was losing blood for a long time, and often would black out. Somehow he came upon a group of wolves clothed with metal armor, their strength visible simply in their stride and appearance. He was taken in by the alpha female Soraya, where he soon felt comfortable. Rarely did his thoughts drift to his mother and father, and what might have become of them. Where they dead? He hoped one of them was.

(alright, I think I'm done with the story :X I know it's not super long, but I tend to think that really long ones are a bit overkill.)

[randomzness]

# of the Pup You want: 4

Name: Kress

Gender: male

Why are you Adopting?
I have loved the designs of the WOI for a long time, but never really thought of adopting. I didn't want to adopt a character because when i design a character, i get that bond and the character seems to take on a life of its own. When i was browsing through the coloured in forum i found this thread and saw that pup. I really liked him and thought why not? Ill try, and i don't know if ill like the character unless i try him. The more i thought about him and thought about his story the more attached to him i got. Then i drew him for the first time and designed his armour. Thats when i felt a connection and really fell in love with him. I wouldn't try to adopt a different warrior i think, and i if i don't win him i will continue to draw him for whoever does.
Submit Art:




Submit Short Story:
(sorry, i didn't know much about the kronadors and had to improvise a bit)

Kress was the odd pup of his litter. He never seemed to like the same things as the other pups, and while they were all nice to each other he never felt like one of them. Soraya would always tell him of the Warriors of Isket, the proud gaurdians of the land who defended it from the Kronadors. Kress always wanted to be one of them, but Kress wasn't as strong as the other pup's and didn't think he could ever be strong enough to be a warrior. It was because of this that Kress made the decision to flee his home and face the world alone, So it was that he left.

Kress had been travelling for a week before he couldn't go on anymore. He was too young to hunt and had only been surviving on water and perservearence. He was at the base of a rocky cliff and had found a sheltered overhang to collapse in. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.A sound awoke him that night. He was groggy with sleep and found it hard to make sense of the dark creature that approached him. It was large, and had scaly skin. It had just approached the mouth of the overhang befor he blacked out again. He woke up some hours later in a strange place. Rocks littered the ground, and some sort of clearing had been made. Strange creatures stood all around him, weird reptilian creatures with hooves and four tall straight legs. They were making strange noises, somewhat communicating with each other. They had seemed to reach some sort of conclusion and were all looking at him. "Kronadors!" He exclaimed to himself. One of the kronadors approached him and lean down so that it was at eye level with him. Thats when it spoke.

It suprised Kress that this kronador could speak Isket. "hello young one" it said. It had a deep raspy voice, somewhere between a hiss and a growl. "How would you like to be useful? No longer an outcast? Accepted?" The kronador's words sent shivers down Kress' spine and he could feel the eyes of the others watching him. He swallowed, "I would like that very much" he whispered. "Then it shall be so" the kronador spoke this loud enough for the others to hear and the weird sounds of their language filled the clearing.

Over the next few weeks Kress learned their ways, he picked up their language, and was suprised at how quickly he was able to understand it. Eventually he was approached by Salzar, the same kronador who had approached him the first time. "We have a job that requires your skills" he hissed. Kress found out that he was to spy on the warriors. He discovered he was good at spying. His balance was great due to his long tail, so he was fast and could climb well. His eyesight has great and he was silent as the night. He reported often to the kronadors, but never got to find out what it was they did with his information. One night, he slipped silently after their raiding party and followed to watch them at work. He was horrified by what he saw. The took the warriors by suprise and much blood was spilt in the battle. No more he decided. This was his fault.

When the battle had finished, instead of going back to the Kronador camp, he followed the remaining warriors. When he arrived at their pack he begged forgiveness and acceptance in return for the information he picked up about the kronadors. He was accepted, but is still an outcast and is now plaged by nightmares of kronadors and battles. Kress despises the kronadors and seeks to use his speed and balance against them as long as he lives.

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# of the Pup You want: Number three ^^
Name: Eudora [A ancient greek name that means "good gift"]
Gender: Female
Why are you Adopting?: I first saw these when scrolling through the Oekaki boards and saw a drawing of Neara's. It was a majestic looking armored wolf with gold, white, and black fur. I looked further into this, and discovered that that was one of the several Warriors of Isket. At the time I didn't know it was possible to get one of these beautiful pups, but now that I know, I'd kill to get one. This particular one caught my eye right away. Her light fur and almost playfully calm expression stood out among the others. If there's any one of these beauties I could see myself having, she is the one.
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A warrior. Eudora wanted to rise up among the ranks and be a respected warrior, but here she was in the belly of the beast being taught how to battle. The ground was soft and muddy from the previous night's rain, and it squelched under the pup's clean white paws. Her mentor was one she disliked. A bitter old wolf who snapped and yelled at the slightest mistake.
"Faster! How do you ever expect to defend yourself if you move like a slug?" She growled angrily at the lingering pup who was facing off against a denmate.
Eudora's pelt burned with rage. How could she be criticized for thinking out her actions? She snarled at her opponent, and suddenly lunged. The wolves young bodies smashed together roughly, bringing them both to te ground. Eudora's denmate was slow rising to his feet, and she took advantage of the momentary weakness. She pinned his shoulders to the ground forcefully and placed her teeth gently over his throat, but with enough force for him to know the obvious.
"Dead" Eudora said in a muffled voice, then stepped off of him with a sly grin. She looked to her mentor for approval, and was only met with a furious gaze.
The old wolf rounded on her "It was good, but not good enough. You just as easily could have knocked yourself out. You need to work on your technique." she said irritatedly, then stopped, thinking "I want you and Abel to go on your final mission. To becoming members of this pack"
Eudora's eyes widened. A full member? Already? No.. it couldn't be. Most pups trained for ever a year. But her mind wanted to believe what she knew was a lie, and she listened closely.
"You two are to travel west, to a great pack of wolves in the valley of Isket. I want you each to bring back a mouthful of the blue grass that grows there. If you can do this, you will be made members"
Abel looked to Eudora, his eyes sparkling. The lightly colored female looked west, considering. Without a word to her mentor, she began walking in that direction. Abel followed closely after.

2 Days Later
The two pups travelled swiftly, only stopping for food and occasional rest. They had reached the edge of the valley when a chilling screeching sound reached their ears. Eudora looked in the direction of the sound, caught off guard, and saw a terrifying beast approaching. It looked like a mixture of a horse and some sort of reptile. It snapped and snarled as it charged in their direction. The fierce glint in it's eye is what let Eudora's feet finally move. She sprang in the opposite direction of the creature and sprinted away, her slender body moving quickly. The pup made it to a abandoned rabbit hole, and forced herself into it.
But the beast was no longer persuing her. She had forgotten about her companion in the dreadful terror of things. The monster had not reached him yet, but it was close. Abel ran clumsily in her direction, but he didn't have a chance. He was snapped up in the creature's fierce jaws before she could move to help. Eudora looked away as it tore her denmate to shreds.
Eudora waited until the cover of night to slip out of the den. The beast, whatever it was, had been satisfied with the gore of her friend, and left. She fled towards the west, still determined to complete her task. It wasn't until she reached the armored wolves that she realized she'd been weeping the whole way.
They were frightening at first, but quickly understood that she was not a threat to them. They were normal wolves, but sported amazing armors that glinted in the moonlight. The ones who found her brought her to what she assumed was the leader. She learned that his name was Rayo, and she had met some of the Warriors of Isket. She remained stony during their conversation.
Eudora told him her story. The mission, the monster who'd discovered them, and even Abel's death. She could not read Rayo's expression, but felt faint when he suggested he stay with the pack, at least for a little while. She had never been away from home long, but suddenly longed to be. At home, she was the odd pup. Oddly colored, oddly strong. Maybe she belonged here. Hesitantly, she accepted.

A Year Later
Eudora flourished. Shortly after agreeing to stay, she decided this was the place she wanted to spent her life. She was given a mentor. One who was patient and kind, yet strong in training. Soon came the day she longed for. The day she'd become a warrior. The day she recieved her armor. The material was a light, shining aluminum that was speckled with bright green gems. The subtle spikes gave her a fierce feeling. When she wore that armor, she was powerful. She was beautiful, and strong, and everything she never could have been in her old world. This was where she belonged. As a Warrior of Isket

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