Story for pup to complete and reading over it...may not be able to get to the 2nd pup...
# of the Pup You want: Puppy 2
Name: Nexus
Gender: Female
Why are you Adopting?: Well, its easy to say I just like the concept of the WoI wolves. Though wolves in armor has been around for awhile, this was the first time I had seen someone actually make a race of the idea. I fell in love at first sight, loving the natural colors and the detail of the armors. I did at one point ask TWG90 if it was possible for me to to make one. Though the answer was no, I was glad to hear that there would be more chances through adoptions.
As for why I'm wanting to adopt this particular pup. Her coloration is wonderful. Though on my home comp its hard to tell her coloration, I saved the image and found I loved her even more after seeing she was consisting of all my more favored colors. I also liked the natural markings she has on her, having leopard spots on her neck and stripes on her left leg. An overall wonderful design if I say so myself.
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( trying to wear Soraya’s helm since she is still a pup)
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Here I stand, tall and strong as the wind blew against my fur with an unrelenting force, attempting to push its target out of the way. The night sky shone bright above me, its silent words calling me into a howl, a long, somber, story filled howl. My name is Nexus; I’m a Warrior of Isket defending the lands from the growing force that is known as the Kronador. My life has been long and hard, interesting as one could say, but still sad. Really it was one of the common stories of a Warrior, since most lost their families in fights like I did.
Not all warriors were born with the fighting spirit. It had to be developed, especially if you had nothing to lose. I lost my spirit for the longest time, blind in one eye, I though I could never be a Warrior. It wasn’t till I was confronted with the fight for my own life, that I realized I wasn’t alone. Many of the warriors had different ‘weaknesses’ as one could say. Some being battle scars, others being natural such as size or blindness. It wasn’t an easy revelation, but it came with a strength I thought I didn’t have.
I was young, very young when I lost my parents in one of the many wars that they were called to fight it. First my father had gone, killed by the venomous bite of a Kronador in the fight of Blazing Sun, named such because it had been hot that day, the sun sending its blazing rays of light down on the tired warriors heavy pelts.. My Mother, she died slowly, her chest ripped into by a leader of one of the Kronador armies, left to bleed out on the battlefield. But before she died she managed to give her last words to one of the other warriors. She said, “Always remember to be yourself my daughter, let the moon guide your everlasting howl.”
Really at the age I was, I didn’t understand this when it was told to me, all I really remembered of my mom was her scent and her melodious voice. I do remember Soraya’s soothing voice as she came to retrieve me from my mother’s den after the battle. The pups that had lost their families in some way, whether it be to battle, or the pup just happened to wander away, losing its way and becoming lost. Most found their way back but those that didn’t, were taken in by Soraya to be raised to adulthood, and then they moved out on their own. There were a total of five pups that were with me, each and every one having their own personality
I was a slightly shy pup, always keeping quiet when not spoken to. I really didn’t like to be bothered with the trivial lives of the other pups, which they seemed to repeat every day since most seemed to forget everything they learned the day before. I really just wanted to go out on my own, but was scared. I still stood tall and strong, but you see, I was disappointing in my blind eye, even if I was born this way. I would always shy away from those that seemed so perfect. I was teased by the older pups, being called one eye or other vulgar names referring to my blind eye. I just wanted to get out of there.
So I stuffed myself into my studies, learning about the history of warriors, and the techniques in which they used to fight. I always daydreamed of what it would be like to charge into battle, fangs sharp, armor shining on the light. But I was always brought back to reality when a pup teased me, called me a name and laughed about me daydreaming. Though I was blind in one eye, I had increased senses because of it. My hearing was tuned to pick up even the smallest of mice in the shrubbery of the lands. My nose, it could smell a day old trail where as most would barely be able to pick it up. But really I didn’t want to brag; I didn’t want to sink down to the level of which my bullies had. Bragging was almost as bad as teasing one for their differences. It was saying you are better then them, and it can hurt just as much as teasing or harsh nicknames.
One day, I was out on a hunting patrol with some other warriors in training. I was a young adult now, almost a year old. While on this patrol, we were to hunt down a large deer that had been spotted to the west of the camp. As usual I was forced to the edge, as if they wanted me just to die from the claws of a Kronador, but I had grown used to this. As the pack went ahead, I noticed the hoof impressions of a deer leading up onto a cliff edge. I tried to tell the patrol, but they didn’t listen, saying that it would be down where it was spotted. So I decided I would go up the trail myself, sniffing out the deers scent. It was a dumb decision for any in training pup to wander away from the trainers. You never should wander away from your pack in any case, Kronadors were sneaky, and liked to ambush warriors that were on their own, easy pickings as they say.
I was happy, excited when I saw the deer in the clearing. But oddly enough it sat directly in the center of the clearing. My instincts told me that this was off, that it should have been sticking closer to the forests edge. But my belly told me to chase it towards the others. Dropping low I began to creep up to it, the grass hiding my approach. But soon I realized just how much of a mistake I had made. A Kronador, a big one at that, came out of nowhere, its claws slamming into my side, blood seeping from a new wound. I yelped, thrown aside like a piece of trash. Standing I slowly began backing up growling in defense, but it was not going to give up. It lunged at me; fangs ready to take my life. I closed my eyes ready to meet my end when another wolf stood in front of me. I didn’t recognize him, but he had a deep scar down his right eye, obviously not able to see in it. I couldn't even tell if it was a warrior.
He snapped his fangs, fending the Kronador off me. It was amazing, his movements and how quickly he was able to fend the creature of me. Soon the Kronador let out a roar lunging at the wolf, but the wolf was quicker. His claws dug into the ground and swerved in such a way that his fangs sank into thee Kronador’s throat and quickly with a tug dispatched the creature. I stood there in shock, other warriors beginning to show up. I looked around wondering exactly what had happened, but when I looked back the wolf was gone. I never found out who he was, or why he had saved me, but it left an impression that I could achieve anything if I put my mind to it.
After that day, I worked to accommodate my weakness, honing my hearing to pick up the slightest wind changes. Soon behold I was fighting with the others; the sparing matches we had always were fun, but definitely learning experiences. I found that quite often they other warriors would target my right side. It was only instinct, but I quickly showed them that I wasn’t going to be defeated that easily. I realized then, after so long that I was just as equal with all the other warriors as they were with me. After another year, I gained my armor. Its golden trim shining like the blazing sun. I was caught off guard by the actual metal of the armor. It's surface appeared as though the warriors had captured the stars within its cold grasp. I was proud of myself at the moment the helm was place on my head symbolizing I was a warrior. I was a warrior, trained to defend those in which I care for, and protect the lands in which we keep. I would always fight for what is right, and show those that felt left out that they, if the put their mind to it, could always prevail over the unjust and become strong warriors.
# of the Pup You want: Puppy 5
Name: Rift
Gender: Male
Why are you Adopting?: my Reasons for adopting a WoI is the same as the forum above. But my reasons for wanting this pup is obviously different. The first thing that caught me with this pup was that he was of all the pups seeming the most simple when it came to colors. A Grayish blue or light blue for the markings and black coloration to the body, it almost makes this pup seem..darker..then the rest. he stood out in other words around the light colors that surrounded him.
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The crisp night are of the cold winter was upon the lands of Isket. Here I stood, a warrior, but still untrusted due to my past. My name is Rift, It wasn't always this either. You see, my mother named me Liithsis originally, before the war happened. This being what I heard from the pack in which I stayed in now. I still remember my mom saying my name, but really its all just a blur. About a month after I was born, there was a war, a large war. So many wolves died, it wasn't a surprise that mine died in it as well. I was forgotten, left alone. No one knew I was even there until one day, a creature came upon my pitiful whimpers for help..for food. At the time I didn't know this was a Kronador, the enemy race to the warriors. But I was hungry, and this creature seemed to want to take care of me. So I went with her, later i found her name to be Dela. One day she was attacked, though i fought back, I still failed to save her from the warriors fangs.
I ran back to the cave, but they followed me. I nipped and fought but to no effect. It was then I noticed that we were similar, just it was hard to see the wolf behind the armor. I was curious why they had killed my caretaker, but more cautious of if they wanted to kill me. They were talking to each other, I think they were deciding if they were going to take me or something. This I never found out, but Soraya, the leaders mate picked me up and began taking me home.
After awhile, when I was almost a year of age, I was allowed to go out on the patrols. I found it hard to fight the Kronador since one had raised me to the age of three months. But I had to, these Kronador did not see me as a friend, only a warrior in training. I was sad, a rift forming between me and the packs. I had to set my own goals, always having been called a whimp for not attacking the Kronador's when the attacked me. Everyone thought I had no fighting spirit, that I was a coward. They soon began calling me Rift for some reason, i guess its understandable. Or were they calling me rift? I'm not sure. But none the less I started calling myself that, not wanting my fast to hold me down.
It was a dark night when I was wandering with a night patrol. Suddenly from out of no where a pack of Kronador attacked us. Most of us were not in our armors yet, having only just gotten started. I myself didn't even have one. But we had to fight, to get a message back to out pack that we were under attack. I was forced into a corner, the Kronador's fangs shining on the moonlight. I don't know what happened exactly, but when my vision cleared, my fangs were in the Kronador's neck, blood seeping from the fresh wound. It was celebrated as my first kill, but I really hated it. I just wanted to defend my friends..or what friends I had at the time.
It was almost a year later when i finally was given my armor. It was amazing, and stood out against my dark pelt. Its gold trim and ruby gems all blending together to make an overall amazing design. I was happy, but still left out of most things. Many still think I can't defend myself, that I'll leave them hanging when they need me. I guess that only time would fix this, with me proving that I could defend them. That I could help the pack more, and possibly even help take back the lands that were once theirs. I wanted to help, and I would. Even if in the end it would cost me my life.
PS: If I win either one of these WoI, I would like the permission to design their parents. Maybe have the original artist of the pup design one while I design the other. Its more so I can add more to the pups back story, and or the parents actually existing. They will be deceased, as stated in the stories above, I just want to have a picture of what they looked like before they died. If not, its ok, I don't mind.
Another PS: Sorry for the first person format to the stories, I was experimenting since I could seem to get the story started by getting into the wolves personality. I tried to make it easy to read to those who are used to reading third person.
