[.wild.fire.]

~Name: Nakita (NA KEE TA)
~~ INTRO
Winters cruel winds combed threw my fur. And the cold engulfing me turned to pain. I pushed my body up against my brother, desperate for heat, hope fading. No one would ever find us here on the bank of this forgotten river. And I missed my the tribe of warriors in which I had come from.sUDDENLy, the murmur of breathing from my brother stopped. I looked into his eyes, paralyzed. The beautiful life in his eyes draining. The last piece of happiness in my young life, fading. All I could do was give him a lick. He was gone….
Now I was alone. Alone in what my eyes received as a cruel and heartless land. So with no will to survive, I laid there in the blue grass piling with snow. Waiting for death to finally take me so I could be with my mother and brother. Maybe it would be more peaceful there anyways. But no. Nothing but more pain came. Nothing but the cruel images of death I had seen over the years came.
At last, I closed my eyes. I saw my mother. The one who had cared for me over the years. Her warm smile like golden rays of sun. And so the memory started. Too gruesome to put into words. It could only be blamed on one thing. Kronodors. The hatred of this thought lit a spark in me. This spark left unattended could start an inferno. And unattended it was left. My eyes flid open. Every fiber of my being screamed with pain as I began to stand. A growl I didn’t know I had, arose in my throat. I was now standing upright and gave a howl of anger, victory over death, and love for those of mine who had died. I then promised myself, that I would someday bring peace to the land of white water, blue grass, and my home. The land of Isket.

MUCH LATER
I couldn’t help but to smile as I saw the small rabbit sprint past me. I was up for a run. As I chased the rabbit down, warm drafts of air curled through my fur, as if I were flying. They were nothing like the cold winds I knew so well as a pup… I ran through streams and tangles of trees, letting the rabbit get ahead so I could run longer. Finally I got too hungry and caught it. It made a great meal.
After there were just bones on the edge of a rock, I decided to move on. So I began to stretch the stiffness out of my limbs and walk. Being alone and all, things get quiet and there’s not much to do but hunt for yourself. Usually in my spare time I either sleep or look for new places. Its not the most exciting life.
By the time the sun was setting, I’d reached a small river. I looked down into the calm white water blankly. Its iridescence was disturbed occasionally by small ripples, making my reflection bend. My mother, before she died, always used to tell me I was so beautiful when she caught me looking at my reflection like this. But I don’t really see it. All I see is a lone she wolf with no purpose. With a stomach full of rabbit, and the glow of the sunset, I slowly fell asleep.
For the many days following, which seemed like forever, everything fell into this same pattern. Only, I began to think. More deeply than I ever had. I began to think of how I had vowed as a mere pup to bring peace to Isket. Then I wondered how I would fore fill it. I had practically almost forgot about it up until now. Actually taking action was much different than my day dreams. But how would I do it? I don’t think I could just run into a mess of Kronodors and kill them. I don’t even have training armor like my brother had. But then again, what else could I do. What other way is there? With no Kronodors there would be peace.
That’s when I realize I’ve been pacing forward for about a mile. I looked down at my paws that where coated in mud and decided to just keep walking. My stomach was growling for food, but I didn’t care about that now. My thoughts where circling and circling until I had to stop. I just needed an answer. One answer! Frustrated I collapsed down under a tree, unable to think straight. And of course, a down pour hit.
Surprisingly, this calmed me. As if the moment the water hit my fur, it cleared some of the fogginess in my head. Puddles were beginning to form all around me. And the rain had completely penetrated my now matted coat. But for some reason, one puddle seemed to call for my attention. I stared into it. Nothing at first, but soon I realized something. As the ripples continued ~ WIP
~~~What is a WoI?: a WoI is like a big wolf with normal, really short, or long ears, that have 3 types of tails. They also fight against kronadors or chimeras in hope of creating peace in their land of Isket. Because of this, the land is split into two territorries. Plus, they all have armor. This armor must always have a chest plate and back plate. WoI is short for Warriors of Isket.
~~~~What are the colors of Isket?: grass: blue, water:white, mountains :redish brown
~~~~~What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?: wooden training armour.
~~~~~~Art: more to come, but :3...
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=906225
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=909370
armor concept *may edit*-http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=910729
** origanal was featured XD http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=918374
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=918663

******************** i am truley sorry i didnt have enough time to add any more, but i loved her so much i just had to try ^^ <3. i hope she gets the best possible owner

[Offended Cockatiel]

May be plain but she's a beaut.

[Neara]

She is now open to Applications Be sure to read the first post and

-While applications are open PM me All and Any of your Questions, absolutely non spamming will be allowed durring this time when forms are Open.

Thank You and Have Fun!!

this will end Wednesday, December the 7th.

[Agent Shark]

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[.:Mini:.]

Name: Riven (ri)~(v)~(n)
her friends call her 'Riv'.

Story: W.I.P. (working on in a word doc)

What is a WoI? It stands for 'Warriors of Isket' that are also Big Wolfs with either
-Long ears and a long fluffy tail
-Normal ears and a long tail
-Noraml ears and a normal tail
-Short ears and a curled tail

What are the colors of Isket? Blue green plants, white rivers and red moutains.

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? 'Wooden' or 'training' armour.

Art: Another W.I.P.

not enough time

[Aeyote]

Name: Atreyu
Story:

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"Come on now Atreyu. I know we'll get there soon!" A young male replied with a happy smile. He was well muscled and thick-furred with a long flowing tail. A tail she wished she had been born with. Her tail always curled over her back, just like a flag. He sat across from me, his deep eyes gazing back into hers. She could never understand what he saw in her. A breeze ruffled her fur, making her eyes narrow from it's gentle touch. The her brother before her leaned forward and licked her nose gently.
"We have to find the others for our father's sake. We can't be loners forever. You know that."
What he said was true. They'd come a long way already but they had to keep going until they found the Warriors. Their father had been amoung their ranks before he'd met their mother and he ran off with her, siring two young wolves, She and her brother, Kurjak. Upon their father's deathbed they'd promised to him to find the Warriors and tell them what had happened.

She was brought out of her reverie from a gentle nudge of her brother's. "We're close sis. I can see the dusty canyons from here. We just need to pass through this forest and we'll be there in no time. Atreyu was afraid of that. This land was Kronador territory and both of them were wet behind the ears when it came to combat. Sure they knew how to hunt and defend themselves to an extent but not from anything as big or strong as a Kronador.

Following after Kurjak, she entered the dense undergrowth of the forest. The forest was dark with just the light of the moon to guide them. Atreyu was anxious but she pushed back the fear and passed her brother, taking the lead. She wouldn't be the weakest link. Not when they were close. But she was tired and the weariness was effecting both of them.

They reached a moonlit clearing after some time where they both decided to stop and catch their breaths. There was a crystalline pool of cool mountain water as she dipped her head to sip the crisp liquid. It felt good on her sore throat the constant biting of wind in the back of her throat from her lolling tongue and constant pace had made it quite dry and sensitive. She took her turn to watch the area around them while her brother drank his fill. They were both hungry and needed energy if they were able to make it to the canyons.

"I'll go out and hunt. You stay here," she replied stubbornly, refusing her brother's protests. He'd taken watch too many times for her so it was about time she pulled her own weight. Finally winning the debate she left the open clearing and hunted.

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She was just padding back to the glade when she heard the fierce sound of growling and hissing. A battle. Dropping the food she'd gathered, the fae bolted back to the clearing just in time to see her brother and a smaller pup facing off against a massive Kronador. Upon looking closer she saw that Kurjak was standing protectively over another pup. He was bleeding heavily from his side and the Kronador was in the same shape. Now was her chance. Rushing forward the fae leapt and sunk her fangs into the leathery flesh of the Kronador's shoulder. Kurjak took the opprotunity and sunk his fangs deeply into the creatures throat. That only flared the chimeras anger, causing it to lash out with razor sharp talons, slicing open her brother's throat. "Nooooooo!!!!" She cried before she clamped down on the back of the Kronador's spine and bit, hard, severing the nerves from the spine and neck. The massive body went limp then as she watched her brother's muscular body fall to the earth. "Kurjak!"

Her muzzle pressed to his neck, sniffing the wound. "Don't you dare die on me!"
A faint smile appeared on his muzzle before his eyes dulled, glazing over with death.
She whimpered then let out a loud howl of agony to the cold stars above. "Come on pups. Let's get you home." Her voice was hollow and pain-stricken but she had to bring them home. For their sakes, and her brothers. Finish the journey they'd started.

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What is a WoI? Warriors of Isket are big wolves that come in a variety of types whom at one point in their life must get special armor and they fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.
What are the colors of Isket? Blue, White, Red, and Teal
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? Wooden Training Armor
Art: [link] - Reference Drawn and Colored by Me
[link] - Reference of Kurjak and Atreyu Drawn and Colored by Me
[link] - Armor Concept, created by Feonix
(with the armor concept it is based off of a voodoo warrior. I'll try to sketch out more of it and fill in the colors.)

[~SprigofNature~]

Name: Kaine
Story: Wip
What is a WoI? A WoI is a Warrior of Isket
What are the colors of Isket? Blue White and Green
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? Wood or Training Armor
Art: WIP [will sketch it ouit on get ahold of my dads scanner later]

This whole form is a WIP

[.|| KenzieBoo5 ||.]

Name:
Fausta
Latin;; "fortunate"

This little girl doesn't know that she is a beautiful girl, because in her eyes she thinks that she doesn't belong with the other warriors. Her simple colouring and markings, to her rounded tail and long ears; she doesn't know how fortunate she is to have those things and wear them with such elegance. I know in my eyes she is fortunate to look the way she does and that's one of the reasons why I'm drawn to her.

Gender:
Female; Fae

Age:
One Years of age; Teenie

Why I want her?:
The whole idea of WoI intriqued me because I have a fasination with canines, particularly wolves. When I found these species and read all about them, I knew I wanted to join the family and grow with the WoI in their journey for peace on Isket. Even though it's a popular species, it not about the popularity of it for a reason of me wanting to be apart of it. It's just the concept of the idea; Find peace by fighting your foes, or friends. It all depends.

My particular reasoning for wanting this WoI teenie was because of the look in her eyes. She seems to be down because of her looks, which are rare for the species. I have that in common with her. I have a hard time with accepting my looks, even if others say I'm "beautiful." I just don't see it or feel it. The simplicity of her design is very elegant and suiting for her. I'm a simple person myself and haven't been drawn to complicated designs. Yes, I have tried for another teenie, but I now know that in my heart, simple is better. The other teenie is gorgous beyond words, but her design is a tad much in my oppinion, so I want to go with more simplicit designs; my falling love for this WoI.

Fausta is troubling with not only her looks, but how well others see her. Another problem I have. Others seem to awh at her looks, but others seem to think she looks to plain and boring for Isket. This has brought on her shy deminor around others and tends to get the best of her. Being alone and secluded in her own world makes Fausta happy; along with how I feel but deep inside, we both want to feel loved by others. So overall, Fausta is my girl because we have much in common and I know I can relate some of my feelings throughout the RolePlay with hers.



Personality:

Never Judge a Book By it's Cover:
Having a curled tail and long ears may seem unique to others because of its rarity on a WoI, but for Fausta, she hasn't seen that. Since she was born, others have made fun of her because of her different apendages. To her, she has always thought being different was alright because being different means your special in your own way, but that didn't stop the other young warriors from stating their opinions. The only ones who thought she was beautiful was her parents, but seeing as how they were her givers of life, she thinks they're just trying to make her feel better when really they're hiding their true feelings.

Now she sees herself as a disgrace to the land of Isket. Being opinunated about looks, Fausta has started to really beat herself up because of it. You may tell her something positive, but expect a negative response or she will start another topic to avoid the subject. Whenever she sees another warrior she will just hide in the shadows and stay there, not wanting to here any more negative responses about how "plain" she is, or how her ears look like yoda, or how her tail isn't long and luxiorous like the others are! The shadows are Fausta's friends because they don't discrimunate her, but love her whenever she steps into their welcoming embrace.

I'm like Fausta in this subject because I'm very self concious about my "looks." I'm a bit different from others because of a disease I was born with, which isn't a serious one but there are some things you can tell on me that state I'm "different." I don't let others really bring me down, I'm cautious about other's opinions. I'm used to staying close to my home because there I can feel "safe" from the negative responses from people. I can tell that Fausta and I just need someone to love us not because we look "different," but they should love us because we're special in our own ways.

Stubborn One:
Indepent and one who doesn't like to give up easily, Fausta is very stubborn when it comes to certain things. Whenever training will start, she will be the one who doesn't like to mess up or look weak. If there was a chance she were to mess up a certain battle stragety, then she will literally do it over until she is satisfied with her result. Now, she does get hard on herself when it comes to being strong and ready for certain things like fighting. Many nights and days whenever she has free time, you will see Fausta working on her moves or techniques to make sure they will bring a positive outcome. Despite the fact that she is young and will take some time to learn the acient ways of battle from the more experienced warriors, Fausta will work herself to exhaustion, which isn't a good thing. Simply, she hates to learn the fact that she needs to take baby steps in learning instead of taking a gaint leap to being an almighty warrior.

Being dragged into something that she doesn't want to part take in is something that makes Fausta irratable because she would rather do her thing instead of someone else's. Now, it also depends on what that certain other is doing, but mainly she will back out and mind her own busisness. Being told what to do all the time gets annoying and makes some people fall off the rule follower list, and into the rule braker list. Fausta would be one of them. Having certain rules in fine, but being forced to do things is another story. Fausta is a wolf who can't be tamed. She has to be able to do something her way, or she simply won't do it all. A miere childish act, but something Fausta does regularly to let others know she won't follow everyone.

Shy Butterfly:
Being verbally bullied as a youngling has left some damage on Fausta. Nothing physical, since she would snap at anyone who dared make a move to touch her, but emotionally. Alone in her own bubble is one of the permanet scars she has recieved. She has tried to socialize with other warriors, but all would make fun of her tail, or ears, or her simple markings. One can only ignore others so long. Fausta still blocks others out, but there is only so much she can take. If a warrior was brave enough to actually interact with Fausta without caring about her looks, then they would meet a young fae who has been overlooked without knowing the "real' here.

Talking is something that is hard for Fausta without snapping something harsh out. She doesn't mean to be rude towards others, but she has done it for so long that now it's automatic. If their is a conservation going on around Fausta, then she will try to join in, but most of the time she scrambles to find words and eventually just backs out.
In all reality, she just doesn't know to interact without being downed about.

Never fun without an Adventure:
Sometimes things can be boring in the land of Isket, so why not have an adventure? Well, Fausta is your fae! If there was one way to break down her scared wall, then it's by inviting her in with an adventure. It can be simple as investigating the caverns that the warriors live, or it can something big like investigating the whole land of Isket or parts of it. Adventures aren't as fun without an adventure buddy! Even though Fausta gets timid around others, she will accept a willing warrior to come along with her on her adventure, though it will take a bit for her to open up to that person completely, but you may see a side of her that many can't.



Story:

Things don't always equal to what they appear. You think you have a good enough prespective on someone by just looking at them... But once their mouth opens, all your thoughts about them get washed away by their words. Nothing hurts more than words...not even the piercing pain that you get when your own kind slashes your skin with the canines that they wear with pride.

Being a rare WoI with your curled tail and slightly longer ears, you would think you would be admired by others. Wrong! For some odd reason, the pack that Fausta's family took refuage during an ambush of Kronadors seemed to be apouled by her limbs. Not all of the wolves were struck with surprise when Fausta was born. But even the ones who seem to be your friends can also be your enemies.


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During the last days of her pregnancy, Fausta's mother, Kiche, couldn't help but stay in a hallow den that was made by another wild mother. Normally Kiche would be helping with herbs while her mate, Naydian did his pratrolling with the warriors. Naydian was a faithful warrior, passed down from a line that went far beyond anyone's imagination, and a line that has protected Isket from their hellish beasts with their very lives. Kiche on the other hand had a passion for herbs and ancient magick. Technicly she was a healer, but she didn't live by that name. The Mother of Life was what she went by.
When the warriors needed help with their new battle wounds, Kiche was first in line. When pupping season was in full swing, Kiche was there as well. She never let any pack member down, but now she had to for her own reasons. Pupping season was experiencing a famine in successful pregnancies, and the pack desperatly needed more wolves to train for battle. Kiche was one out of two other mothers who were lucky enough to be given the gift of motherhood.

Mother Nature never really lets any mother know when it was time to give birth. Instead she would go full throttle with wails of surprise from mothers; new or old. Kiche was new and never knew what to expect. When a wave of pain surged through her nerves and settled into her abdomen, the new mother sent a miserable howl that was deep in her throat. Naydian was out pratrolling, but when one of the other wolves went to check on Kiche, they scent a messenger out to inform the father to be. He was enladed with joy from the news, but there was misery as well. What if the pups didn't make it? What if none of his pups were fit enough to be the next line of warriors?
All of this ran through the brute's mind as he took each stride, stripping his armour off, and shoving his muscular body through the mass of bodies that crowded his mate's den.

"I heard the news! Are you alright? Are the pups here? How many ar-"

Naydian's ramble of questions were cut off as a soft breeze filled his nose with new smells. They were here! But he missed their arrivle. Kiche reasurred her mate with a nuzzel to his neck, a broad smile on her enlongated muzzel as her long tail removed itself from her side. Two pups crawled to their mother's side, propelled to do so by the smell of food; milk. Naydian calmed himself down long enough to take his rightful place by his mate and progeny. The new family out of two others celebrated like any would; watching their new pups exprience their first moments of life.

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"Come on! It's about to start!"

Two small, dark canines ran to what appeared to a meeting between the rulers and their pack members. Stepping in the line of the two pups, or now teens, that he produced, Naydian released a raspy chuckle as his legs collided with the youngling's bodies. They couldn't stop in time to not run into their father, but it was hopeless.

Daddy! What was that for?!"

Wailed a dark greyish purple and dark red femine, momenteraly rubbing her throbbing nose. Being the only female pup that survived the harsh pupping season, it was hard not to be treated differently. She didn't no why her parents treated her the way they did, but soon she would. Her brother, now almost the size of his father, shook out his luxorious furred coat, eyeing some other teen faes in the area. Soon his trance was erased by a paw in his face, claws and all.

"Hey!"

Growling feriously, Borand snapped at his sister's long ears, satisfied when he heard her yelp with slight hurt. But soon his satisfaction was replaced by fear; Naydian growling in annoyance at his son for his action. Teens were so hard to maintain! Getting back into line, the family padded towards the meeting of the pack, Kiche sitting with the high rulers while her family sat below them.

"Now, we have important announcements. As you all heard, training season has started, and it's time to introduce out next warriors who will protect this pack from our enemies, and do it so by risking their own lives for ours!

After announcing what he had to, the teens from the three littlers stepped up onto some high boulders. Each teen walked with pride and stood with honour, though they haven't been selected for being an official warrior. KIche and Naydian's litter was looked upon by every being in the pack. Borand was being his typical self, strutting his large frame and raising his legs high with each step; smirking all the while. His sister on the other hand just walked to her spot and stood tall, her deep redish eyes taking in the sights around her.
Gasps and howls filled the air after the daughter of Naydian took her place, even the rulers of the pack. Not exactly knowing why everyone was making such commotion and staring at her with such ferosity, the fae sunk back with fear.

What was this? Why are they looking at me like this!?

"What's your name, young one!?"

Demanded the male ruler, his eyes narrowing so they pierced into the hers with much intensity that she sunk further to the ground.

"F-Fausta, sir."

No control of her words nor the shaking that vibrated her whole body, Fausta layed in fear of what might happen. Her mother in the distance tearing at what the come and her father's growls of irration filling her ears.

"Explain!!"

Needels seemed to be stabbed into her tail at the last minute, causing Fausta to yelp in surprise and slightly pull away from it, only to be dragged back. Averting her eyes from the ruler's to where the stabbing pain came from, the young fae wailed in horror. Her tail! I-It was curled over her back like a vine that was never stretched to it's full length. All the wolves' tails were long and luxorious, not curled!

"Leave her be! She was born like that, not by choice!"

Coming to her aid was the one being who would never descrimunate his own progeny, nor would his mate. Ignoring the fact the he was calling attention to himself and having some of his fellow commrads close in on him, Naydian stepped to his daughter's side with a stare of true anger. Under his very skin his muscles quivered with each tense movement and his lips twitched as he surpressed a snarl.

"You know I can't have a wolf with a mutation like! It's not of our law, nor of our heratige, Naydian. You know what must be done."

Now the other warriors were surronding their leader, Fausta, and Naydian; their fellow commrad they stood by many of them through many battles. All life to seemed to drained from his very body as the relization of the ruler's words came to be - Fausta must leave, or be killed. It was a harsh law, but they followed it for many centuries. Naydian's father had to, for he had the same curled tail and his daughter has now. Not having any fight in him, Naydian nuzzeled his daughter in farwell before trotting away into the den she was born in, Kiche following closely behind.

During this time, she was helpless. No one to defend her. No more will to demand another way. Fausta simply bowed before her ruler, and bounded off into the unknown forest of Isket. Everything from then on changed. It wasn't by Fausta's choice either, but by her mother and father, and by the very pack that she called home.

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You think everything seems to be set in stone and you know your life will go smoothly. But when a small mishap finds its way in, everything seems to fall down hill. Fausta lived as a loner for many months after she was exiled from the pack. Just thinking about that very day brings memories she doesn't want to recall. Just by being told that her rounded tail and long ears were discriminated has set her mind to think that everyone feels the same way. There are others out there that don't feel the same way as her old pack. The Warriors of Isket accept any wolf with any different appendage and markings. They were legends to her but she has always been curious to know if there were any she could find. So, Fausta continued on her journey to finding her forever home. A place were she felt safe and appreciated by not just her looks.



Art:
By Me -
By Me (First Oekaki Drawing ever! It's a fail, I know but I tried. :3)


By Others -
By .:-Kamikaze-:.
By Spotty

Armour Concept:

Sadly, I'm not the best artist when it comes to armour. I will try some sketches, but I will need some help for sure.



What is a WoI?
WoI; Warriors of Isket. They fight their enemies, Kronadors, for peace on the land of Isket. There are different types of WoI as well.

The different types;

Big Wolf with Long Ears and a Long Fluffy Tail. (Rare)
Big wolf with Normal Ears and a Long Tail. (Common)
Big wolf with Noraml Ears and a Normal (round ended) Tail. (Common)
Big wolf with Short Ears and a Curled Tail. (Rare)

What are the colors of Isket?
Blueish Grass and Plants; White Rivers; Redish Mountains. The sun rarely shines on the land of Isket, so it appears to be more night than day.

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Teen WoI get wooden armour because they are at the age of training. Once they grow into full adults and their training is finished, then they can get the amour that they will wear in battles.

[Aima]

Name: WIP

Age: One year and two months

Gender: Female

Appearence: WIP

Story: WIP

What is a WoI? Warrior of Iskert; a wolf with armor that lives in the land of Iskert.

What are the colors of Isket? Blue-Green, White and Red ("blueish grass white rivers, redisch mountains" quoted from WOI main thread)

What kind of armor do WoI teenies get? Wooden armor until they are adults

Art: WIP

[coffees]

Name:
Story:
What is a WoI?
What are the colors of Isket?
What kind of armor do WoI teenies get?
Art:

WIP

oh darn, i dont think I will have time >...<