[dogshrimp]

{by Lilian Nightshade this image does NOT count in my art}

.:Name:.

Fandango

Why the name?

To tell the truth, I'm not completely sure why I choose this name, it popped into my head the moment I saw him. Although I will admit that part of it is because I knew a dog named Fandango who had this guys personality.

.:Personality:.

Loyal, modest and a even bit shy sometimes, but he's also always determined to prove himself to the others.

-Loyal-
No matter what, Fandango remains loyal to his friends and pack mates, fiercely protecting them with all his ability, no matter what the situation is.

-Modest-
He is quiet and listens well, doing good without expecting anything in return. He doesn't tell anyone about his good deeds, he just does them

-Shy at times-
even though he is determined to prove himself to every living thing, he can actually be shy sometimes. He is more into action then words.

-Always determined to prove himself-
He wants to always be on top and he has quite the determination to prove himself worthy of almost any challenge even if he normally won't do them because they are sometimes seen as bad.

Armor concept?

First
second
Third

Armor Based off of what?

I was thinking of hands and unicorns.

.:History:.
[summarized]

Fandango was born as an only child, so he was the only one for his parents to teach. It had it's ups and downs, he had no siblings to learn mistakes from or play with, but he did get all the attention from his parents while they were teaching him. It worked quite well until one day his dad didn't come back one day, his mom went crazy and ran off. Although he was young enough that he didn't really remember them after a few months and quickly adapted to his new family.

The rest of his pup life was quite normal, playing with other pups and learning from mistakes, nothing really falling out of the ordinary for a pup living in Isket.

Fandango, whom is still finishing this part of his life, has had an exceptional teen life so far. He has learned a lot, how to defend himself and the rules of the pack. Nothing to exciting yet though.
{sorry for this part being short, but I would like to RP a good part of his teen life if I win him}

.:Short Story:.
{sorry if it is too short}

Fandango breathed deeply through his nose, feeling the cool morning race through his warn nostrils. He observed the land around him, taking a strong liking to the white river's waterfall, the rushing pound of falling water clashing with stone made him relax and further enjoy that of which was around him. He stood up, not wanting to leave the peace of the early morning, the cool grass under paw, and the soothing sound of water. But, training was a must, so he had to go back before he was late. He stretched, loving the feel of the grass rubbing against his belly. He sighed and looked back once, then ran back quickly with the wind tugging at his fur furiously.

When he got back he worked himself into his wooden armor and trotted down to a training area. He sighed in relief, he was the second one there, which meant he had plenty of time to enjoy observing the pack territory wake up and come to life, but as he was looking into the distance, a Teen just barely older that him jumped in front of him and prepared to barrel him over. Fandango shot to his paws, his claws left marks in the dirt as he attempted to jump out of the way, but he was a second too slow and he was rolled into the dirt with the other Teen proudly placing his paws on Fandango's chest. But then he took it as a chance to show off what he had observed while the other teens had chatted about how brave and strong they were.

Fandango twisted as fast and with as much force as he could, making the other trainee tumble away. He took the moment to get to his paws, the other male got up just as fast, now both were circling slowly. The other took the first move, racing towards Fandango at full speed, both had grins on there faces. Fandango braced himself and lowered his head, right before he was hit, Fandango lunged forward with all his might and had hit head meet the others chest in hid air, now he was on top, And quite proud of it.

Just then, one of the female teens slowly made her way in with dainty steps and snorted while muttering 'boys' with her nose high in the air. Fandango got off the other male who scrambled to his feet with a grin plastered on his face. He raced after the female who squealed, scampering away from the filthy male. Fandango tilted his head, that was one way of training, and a good way of getting a headache.

He then remembered how much he wanted a mentor, to go explore and train with someone who knew what was what. He looked up at the sky, observing it while the other teens continued what they were doing. He sighed, he would have to wait for that, it was just a matter of how long.

{by Crazyclaw+Braveheart the image links to their shop}

.:Art:.

Currently ordering and drawing more art
colored sketch
laying down
in armor
fat chibi {no shade}
By gailagj + doglover
by Crazyclaw+Braveheart
by SevenDaysTermination

{sorry about the size, full image here the art is by SevenDaysTermination, the image links to their shop}
What does Isket look like?:

blueish grass, plants, white rivers, redish mountains, more night then a sunny day.

What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:

(-) custom male + (+) normal female = (-) custom [yes they can breed]
(+) normal male + (-) custom female = (+) normal [no they cannot breed]
(-) custom male + (-) custom female = (-) custom [yes they can breed]
(+) normal male + (+) normal female = (+) normal [no they cannot breed]
{A} Alpha will override anything, so an alpha can pair up with any WoI and have pups.

C.U.P.L.N (decided byTWG):
Customs can have max. 4 pups
Ur-litter W.o.I. can have max. 3 pups
Pound pups can have max. 2-3 pups
Litter pups can have max 1-2 pups
newer generations/ really young W.o.I. can have max. 1 pup
Inbreed is NOT allowed.

Who are the UR WoI's?

URs are Laurona and Mardelius, The first two WOI to exist in Isket

{by gailagj + doglover the image links to their shop}

[Green Arrow]

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♋ Name. ♋
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Atlantis.
It took me ages to think of this name. I was a bit unfocused all day, because I get really annoyed when I can't think of the right word. My mind kept going back to his blue spots. They reminded me of bubbles. And he looks so mysterious, just like the lost city of Atlantis. So there you are.



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♋ Nickame. ♋
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No nicknames spring to mind.



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♋ Gender. ♋
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Male.
Male he looks, male he is.


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♋ Favourite... ♋
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Colour
Sea green.

Food
Meat.

Place to be
Atlantis loves everywhere.

Word
Bravery.



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♋ Phobias & Fears. ♋
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Atlantis is terrified of small, enclosed spaces. He has claustrophobia.



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♋ Story. ♋
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Atlantis rolled onto his back and put his paws up in the air. The stars seemed as if they were just beyond his feet, as if he could hit them out of the way and look deep into the dark, dreary world beyond. Vivere’s elegant head appeared above his own and Atlantis howled playfully at her, the sound echoed eerily through the dark, lonely night. An answering howl came from far away, the sound almost long within the steep, red-tainted mountains and dark, desolate valleys of Isket.
“Why have you stopped? I was having fun.” Vivere sighed and pushed her face closer to his.
Her breath was too warm against his furry neck and he shifted uncomfortably underneath the small wolf. “I’m just thinking.” Atlantis rolled out from under her and stood firmly on the ground. He shook the dust out of his coat. His eyes glinted and sparkled in the moonlight, almost as if they were glowing. He looked back at Vivere and smirked slightly. “What are you thinking?” She ran up to him and rested her silken head on his shoulder. “Lots of clever little things.” He grinned at her and launched himself away into a gallop.
She rolled her eyes and chased him; her paws thudding loudly on the soft ground. She heard distant rustling coming from the left so she trotted in that direction. “Atlantis! Come on! It’s not funny anymore!” She leaped over some shrubs and bushes, hunting for her companion. There was flash of green below her. A glowing yellow eye beside her face. Something sharp in her, soft fleshy torso. Vivere fell with a thud.
The Kronador sunk its teeth into Vivere’s stomach; he took pride in the way the teen wolf howled, yelped and screamed. He loved the way her blood poured into his mouth; the warm liquid trickled over his bottom lip and stained his chin a deep, dark red. Vivere squirmed and wriggled in the Chimera’s tight grip. She was panicking.
Atlantis heard the tell-tale sounds of struggle. He sprinted in the general direction. What he found was horrifying. Vivere, his best friend, who was like a sister to him, was lying in a pool of her own blood whilst a Kronador played with her body, tossing her back and forth curiously. Parts of his friend was stuck in the beast’s claws, and coating its’ face. Atlantis was disgusted.
He leaped onto the monster’s back and clamped his jaws on its’ shaggy, dirty ear. It shrieked and sprawled messily on the ground, trying to knock the weighty wolf off his back. Atlantis hung on tight and bit down harder. There was a crunching sound, then a tearing and a howling and screeching as the ear came free and hung loos, useless and limp from Atlantis’s mouth. Blood dripped steadily from it.
The Kronador made a rather unholy noise and suddenly bolted into the darkness, hissing and snarling furiously. It vanished over the horizon. His passenger was unseated and landed hard on his side.
Winded, Atlantis turned to Vivere. She looked up at him weakly. Some or Vivere’s insides were on the ground under her body. Her usually light grey coat now stained that ghastly shade of red. “It hurts.” She murmured. He knelt down beside her, “How can I help you?” She looked at him; her eyes were soft and unusually large and scared looking. “Atlantis. Please. Make it stop. Please.” Her words pulled on heartstrings he never even knew existed. “I couldn’t. I won’t. I’d miss you too much. You’re my best friend. My sister.” Her eyelids fluttered and she shivered. “Going to die anyway. I’d rather you ended my misery. To save my dignity. My pride.” Her voice was hoarse and rasped out of her throat. She didn’t have much time.
Atlantis leaned forwards and looked into Vivere’s eyes, his own filled with pain. “I’m going to miss you and I promise never to forget you. I’m going to hunt down that Kronador and kill him for you. I won’t let you go unavenged. Good night, Vivere.” She made a noise that sounded a bit like she was trying to say goodnight, but she was too far gone to tell. Atlantis bit into his best friend’s neck and her slight, uneven breath stopped immediately as he cleanly cut through her jugular. Her heart stopped after three painstakingly slow beats.
With his heart feeling like a lead weight inside his chest, Atlantis started to dig in the soft soil. His paws slid easily through and the hole was growing fast from his fevered working. Anything to help stave off the grief. He watched the stars twinkle in the sky above him. There was one that either had not been there earlier or he hadn’t noticed it. He thought for a second that it could be Vivere looking down on him, looking out for him. The thought warmed his heart, as he pictured his childhood friend still vibrant and bubbly, dancing through the skies.
He climbed out of the hole he had dug and walked over to the body, doing his best not to look at her glassy eyes. He dragged Vivere over to it and watched as she toppled into the bottom of the grave with a soft thud. He muttered a quick prayer for her and began to shove the mud back on to fill up the hole, using his powerful hind legs to push the dirt back into the grave. He was surprised that he had managed to do it, managed to bury Vivere without breaking down.
His eyes stung with tears that refused to flow. His stomach churned like someone was trying to make butter in it. He took one last look at the grave and offered Vivere one last ghost of a smile, like a smile in a photograph of a place you just can’t quite remember.
Atlantis turned his back on everything he had called home for the past few years and ran. He ran through the forest and up the hills. The sadness that pressed upon his soul was enough to drive him on, refusing to stop. When morning arrived, the golden mark on his foreleg glinted in the dawn light as if it was trying to cheer him on. Atlantis raced off in search of a one-eared Kronador, one which was smeared with gore. He raced for the bittersweet taste of revenge in his mouth.




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♋ Art. ♋
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Here- by Huskonoyd.

And my fail attempt >.< I drew more, but my phone camera wouldn't work so I couldn't get a record of them.


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♋ Theme Song. ♋
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Because the Night - Bruce Springsteen.

Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close try and understand
I work all day out in the hot sun
Stay with me now till the mornin' comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take me now as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
They can't hurt you now
They can't hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

What I got I have earned
What Im not I have learned
Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe
Just stay in my bed 'till the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take me now as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
They can't hurt you now
They can't hurt you now

Because the night...

Your love is here and now
The vicious circle turns and burns without
Though I cannot live forgive me now
The time has come to take this moment and
They can't hurt you now

Because the night...

Strengths

๑ Loyalty.
๑ Determination.
๑ Ability to make new friends easily.
๑ He can keep a cool head in bad situations.
๑ Patience.
๑ Modesty.
๑ Physical strength.

Weaknesses

☩ Shyness.
☩ Curiosity.
☩ Hunger.
☩ Sometimes his great love for his friends can be a weakness in battle.
☩ He isn't very good at lying.
☩ His feelings aren't very well protected. He's quite sensitive.

He's a sweet guy. You won't find him bullying others. He's capable of handling himself, but he won't usually initiate an attack. In fact, he does his best to protect others from being hurt, physically or emotionally.

Relationships in Atlantis' life.
Atlantis is quite good at socializing. He's sweet, considerate and gentle. Though just now he's not attached to anyone and doesn't have any special friends.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but do not quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.

Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

How Atlantis reacts...

To fear.
Depending on what is scaring him, Atlantis is normally open about being afraid.

To happiness.
He is just more bubbly than usual.

To insults.
Atlantis will calmly respond, usually with a condescending voice. He doesn't need to show who's insulting him that he's not bothered. Because he really isn't.

To surprises.
Well, he'll be, er, surprised. No easy way to not react to that.

To attacks.
Atlantis defends himself well, and will attempt to drive his attacker away.

To romantic advances.
He's not very experienced in love, but he likes to think he'd be a Prince Charming.

To bad news.
Atlantis will be more reserved than usual.

To sad news.
He'll be visibly upset, which usually draws people to comfort him, which he prefers over helpful advice.

To being refused.
Well, he doesn't like being refused, but normally he'll just coolly nod.

To seeing something to make him jealous.
Atlantis will show off and be grumpy.

To hunger.
He is quite snappish on an empty stomach. Poor boy.

To social rejection.
Very unhappy and reserved.

To being abandoned.
He hates being abandoned. With all his heart. It annoys him hugely.

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♋ What does Isket Look Like? ♋
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blueish grass, plants, white rivers, redisch mountains, more night then a sunny day.

There are only 3 seasons- Winter, Summer and Spring.

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♋ What are the WoI's breeding requirements? ♋
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Customs can have max. 4 pups
Ur-litter W.o.I. can have max. 3 pups
Pound pups can have max. 2-3 pups
Litter pups can have max 1-2 pups
newer generations/ really young W.o.I. can have max. 1 pup

Inbreed is NOT allowed.

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♋ Who are the URs? ♋
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Laurona and Mardelius are the URs.

[Lirrie]

Mark

[Queen Akemi]

Name:
Kavuto
Short Story:
WIP
Art:
WIP

What does Isket look like?:
What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
Who are the UR WoI's?

[Queen Akemi]

sorry for double posting but what are the hex codes?

[Chasing Dreams]

It was so much fun watching you finish his eye and stuff xD
I just love him to bits. I can't wait to see who the winner will be 8D

[Lilian Nightshade]

Guys, please, ask me questions by PM. This way it's easier for me to see them. Also, I will post the color codes on the first post once I'm able to. And one more thing: pound WoI's are normal, not custom. So, according to the breeding requirements, his male won't be able to have pups. Just warning., bah, ignore this, the breeding rules have recently changed, so now pound pups can have 2-3 pups.

PS: thanks, you all, I'm glad to see you like his design ^^.

[Queen Akemi]

kk thnx! :3 <3

[princess pudding]

{wip}
Name: Aido "Starry Eyed"
Short Story:
Art:

What does Isket look like?:
Isket looks a bit like a night-tampered land with stunning red mountains that tower over the lush blue green grass, the wavers in the calm winds. Crystal clear, bubbling streams and rivers weave through the beautiful lands, the banks spotless and wonderful to romp over. The woods are full of shimmering green plants and wonderful hunting grounds.
What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
Who are the UR WoI's?
The UR Warriors of Isket are Merdelius and Laurona. Laurona was the mate to Merdelius, and they had a litter of five pup,s Rayo, Darzek, Tira, Foalan, and Max. Laurona was the only one to die, of an illness. The first of the woi's was Merdelius, however he was killed by a Kronador known to lurk in Kronador territory.

[~Nonexistant]

Name:

Luxyrus
A name I came up with on my own.
Lux, as in "Luxoria", which means "Riot" in another language; combined with the Persian name "Cyrus", meaning "Sun"
The "Riot" part of his name always gave himself an assuring sense of determination. Luxyrus knows deep within his soul, he needs to prove he is worthy of being a Warrior of Isket. He feels that sometimes he lets his shy side and kindness get the better of him too often, so his heart needs to go on a 'riot' to shake his weeknesses out.
"Sun". It could swarm around in your mind and give so much symbolism and many different meanings. To Luxyrus, "Sun" represents his golden, loyal ghost. Sometimes he feels that this side of him is too dominate, but even after a soul-riot, he needs to reveal this part of himself again, and shine brighter than the stars in the midnight blankets of the sky.

Strengths:

Lux is quite powerful in strength. He took his training very seriously and his Riot side vows to become a high ranked Warrior some day. He is also loyal, making him quite popular with the level-headed WoIs. Because of this, he has quite a few friends. Also, Lux chooses his friends wisely. He doesn't associate with those who could get him in any sort of trouble or punishments. Overall, he is a very level-headed canine with a heart of gold.

Weaknesses:

Lux could be a bit too shy. He apologizes for things he didn't do sometimes, making him seem weak and fearful. He also has his Riot side, which sometimes could be a bit overpowering and hurt others. Sometimes he may say or do something offensive and it could make his friends upset. Luxyrus is too loyal at times. He could occasionally trust wolves who aren't very kind and might use him to get their way. He also tends to get very emotional without telling anyone about it.

Gender:

This young Warrior is a boy, and will soon become a man.
For some reason, I have always wanted a female WoI. Maybe because I am female and I know just that in itself makes you a warrior and a girl would just be more suitable for a "Warrior of Isket".
However, the golden marks on this boy instantly won my heart. Many people probably feel the same way, however I feel as if I am different. Its because I always wanted a female; I was able to put that intense want aside for this one, a male. Knowing this fact, I beleive that no matter what the gender, I could put this canine into action in the roleplay and make him come to life with my art. I know with these eye-striking designs, markings and colors, gender will not matter here. I love him no matter what.

Age:

Teen, about 16 if he were human.
Around this age is when Lux feels more like a man than he ever has. His mind expands and more creativity is born. He watches as his muscles bulge more than ever. He feels like he is becoming an adult, though he will still need to wait quite a few years.

Birth date:

April 12; 4/12
This is the date that I got most of my form completed. The date is a reminder of my hard work and it also makes sense for his birthday to be around the date you finished him, or his creation day ♥

Birth place:

His mother was out in the forest for some fresh air, trying to calm some of the pains in her stomache. Luxyrus was born in a small forest surrounded by lucious plants and small puddles of fresh rain water.

Orientation:

Straight. Luxyrus is attracted to the slenderness of females. His type is a woman who can outsmart anyone and uses her mind and body efficiently in battle.

Story 1:

That nightmare again…
I jolten awake; I was outside of the mountainous dens, out in the wide, open fields, covered in layers of dry, hardened blood. I remembered being in a vicious battle with the Kronadors. Flipping their monsters' broken flesh and thick blood bulges from the reptile. Then, I was lifted high into the air, thrown to the ground, my body feeling the instant shock; but that was I could recall.
The warriors surrounded me, whispering with cautious eyes locked on me. My own eyes swam so much that I couldn’t even identify my own pack mates.
“Are you alright?” a young warrior child asked me, staring at my head in awe.
“I…” the pain in my skull pounded, causing me to studder on my first word. “I think so.”
“You were almost killed! If it weren’t for Arkhantos, you would be!” The child wolf walked up to me. “Your head...” the child continued to speak, but I couldn't hear him too well.
I gingerly placed a paw on my temple and the pain shot through my body like lightning.
The world seemed to spin faster, everything around me getting darker. I had to really pay attention, but I saw our pack’s healer push through the crowd. Igino sniffed around my injury. At first, I heard his strong inhales just fine near my ears, but as my vision failed the other senses faded as well. Everything sounded like it was underwater, my eyes were going black and I felt my whole body become weightless.
I turned, dazed, towards Igino only to get clubbed in the head. I was unconsionce once again.

That nightmare again…
It was a bone-chilling winter. Humans still walked the planet, showing their pure and total dominance. The creatures had just gave each and every wolf some type of vaccine that made us all dizzy. We were being transported in huge, wooden crates in huge numbers. Every crate was packed with several wolves, and I struggled to breathe. What was this? What was happening?
The doors of the gigantic truck opened slowly. I saw little wolf noses sticking out of the wooden cages, sniffing cautiously for fresh air.
Each crate was taken out one by one, being carried by three or four men at a time. They were strong males, with thick clothing and masks. We were brought to a factory-sized building. There, we were released from our tiny prisons, just to be crammed into one large prison. This was where we lived now; an overcrowded ‘factory’ room.
Many wolves faught back; some even managed to kill a human or two. However, those defiant ones were taken away and no one knew what happened to them. They just vanished.
We spent days in this one room, crammed and starved. Insanity filled the minds of hundreds of wolves who lost faith in survival.
I kept my sanity. I watched as, one by one, another wolf would fall over on the ground, body shaking. Her vocal coards made screetchy, high pitched yelps. Eventually the yelps became whines, and the humans came in slowly. Oh, so slowly, and liften her by the scruff of her neck and back legs and just carried her off. Even the next day, no one saw her.
…
I stood there, outside, watching groups of about ten wolves enter a room. The room was dark and built with bricks and a glass window. The window looked as if it were sealed for some reason, to ensure that nothing got in or out of the room. At that moment, I saw the poisons drift down from the ceiling. I watched, helplessly, dozens of wolves flap around in pain, then fall to the cold, cement ground after suffering until death.
Then the next group.
Then the next group.
It was my turn...
Oh, what could I possibly do now? I didn't want death to be the final image in my mind. I didn't want to see dozens of helpless wolves die, and then it be my turn without trying to stop it. I put a single paw into the room. Cold. I felt the cold of the floor sleek through my paw and shoot up my body. This was the end.
I couldn’t help myself any longer. Every nerve in my body snapped, along with every other wolf outside of the death chamber. We couldn’t stand this anymore; it was time for these humans to perish. Together, Warriors of Isket will prevail and we will be the new dominate species!
About three wolves attacked per every one human. Clearly, we were outnumbered, but we had no choice. I felt as if we were merely choosing our own death.
Nearly every canine was killed. Cold, lifeless bodies of wolves and humans were trampled on with each step. Everyone nearly gave up on their hope for freedom.
However, there was still one final chance. Our alpha, a great ancestor of Rayo, gave this land hope once again. With one blow, wether it be by jaw or claw, one human fell. They dropped like flies, one by one, until it was all over. Even then, blood shimmered from the sky like thin, soft snow.
...

My body jerked awake once again. The healer was gone now, but Igino did a good job on my wounds. The only pain left was a throbbing headache and the emotional pain I had acquired from my nightmare; but that can’t be cured by a healer.
I rested at Igino’s den for a while to collect my thoughts. I remember my nightmare and how my mother used to tell me that story to entertain me and my siblings. She loved to tease us, and we all knew the story wasn’t true. But yet, I still had nightmares about the rein of humans. Why?
I was just about settled down when I heard an immense, thundering howl and a dark, crackly roar coming from the fields. I leaped to my feet and sniffed the air, noticing my normal senses were back.
I slowly crept to the edge of the den and poked my head out. Just then, I remembered the little wolf snouts sticking out of their prison crates, gasping for oxygen.
I felt helpless as I watched so many warriors fall to the attacks of the Kranadors. I felt the emotion of my nightmare again as I saw how the humans… I mean, Kranadors, killed my pack mates. I couldn’t just sit here.
I jumped off the ledge of the healer’s den and charged toward the raging blood bath. Immediately, I was attacked by one of those creatures, feeling the pain that my ancestors did in mom’s story.
My body tingled from my wounds. I felt my heart skip a beat when I realized I could get killed at any moment. The beast had me by the neck in its mouth. The sticky saliva and hot breath caused beads of sweat to roll down my back. The air from the Kranador's mouth reminded me of the gasses in the poison chambers that the humans created. Was I about to die here? I couldn't.
I could not allow our land and freedom to be taken by these beasts; not like it was when humans ruled. I felt the power of the mighty alpha character surge through my body. I felt my soul ignite, and I twisted, throwing the reptile from me like it was weightless. The pain from my previous wounds merely fueled my anger and I let the hatred flow through my heart as I pounced on the enemy. I shoved my jaws into the monster’s throat and yanked, allowing it to die with a brutal death.
The other warriors did the same, attacking many Kranadors at once and allowing them to feel the same pain the humans did. I thought to myself as I watched the other Kranadors flee, that soon their entire species will fall and Warriors of Isket will rule at last!

That nightmare again…
It was a distant dream…

Story 2:
Lux sat outside his small cave, his breath flating through the cool air. The day was unusually light, and it somewhat disturbed him. Nothing good happened on bright days.
He padded out, and the silence was strange. Not peaceful, but just....silent. He knew something was wrong, but at the same time he felt he was being ridiculous. Nothing was wrong here. It was just abnoramally bright, that was it.
He hoped.
He felt lonely today, as he trudged through the forest. He came upon a flowing white river, but it had a strange tint, one he couldn't decipher for a moment.
Then he realized.
It was blood.
Looking upstream, he narrowed his eyes. What was going on? He bounded upstream, and the red tint became darker and more pronounced as he continued on. The thick trees that lined the riverbank suddenly disappeared, and Lux found himself in a clearing, the river even silent. All that he heard was a sucking sound.
Looking into the middle of the clearing, Lux saw it. The terrible image. The one that would be burned into his mind forever.
It was a mutilated body, and it had once been a WoI. Over it sat an enormous Kronador, not really eating it, but just tearing it up. The blood and gore was terrible, and Lux could feel his meal from yesterday about to come up. The smell........it was suffocating him, and it seemed as though the WoI had been dead for days, but he was obviously fresh.
The smell was too strong for just this one WoI, anyways. Lux glanced around the clearing, then was even more horrified than when he had first arrived.
Before him, in the once beautifully blue grass, lay more dead WoI's. The grass was tinted red, and the river was almost completely red, no longer white. The Kronador continued his ripping and tearing, not seeming to notice that Lux was there. The smell of the dead and rotting was too strong to detect Lux's slight scent. He was disgusted, and horrified, about what he was seeing. It was strange, though, because everything had a slight silver tint to it, almost like a dream. Lux could never dream up something this horrific, though, and he was disturbed at this tint.
The Kronador was huge, even larger than the others. Lux knew he wouldn't be able to defeat this thing alone, not now, not ever. As he turned to leave and find the leaders, though, his paw caught on a branch, making a loud crash. The Kronador looked up from it mutilating, spotting Lux. His eyes opened wide as it leaped at him, and his last sight was of his leaders, lying dead in the white and blue mud of the riverbank.

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He sat up in his red cave, trying to remember his dream. All he could think of was how it had disturbed him in so many ways, that he was so completely terrified, but no details would emerge. It was like post-traumatic stress disorder, he supposed. It was too awful to think about, so his brain blocked it out. He wondered what could have happened that left him so worried about the others, especially his leaders. He didn't hate them, didn't even dislike most of them, but worry wasn't an emotion he felt for them. He didn't know many of them very well, and certainly not well enough to be extremely concerned for their welfare.
He padded out of his secluded little cave, heading towards where the others were. He came by a small white stream, and bent down to take a drink. He looked a bit closer, though, seeing that it was tinted red. He cocked his head, thinking, Strange....
He followed the river upstream, wanting to find the source. As the water got redder and redder with each step, the nightmare came back to him.
The Kronador. The dead WoI. Being attacked. The smell.
He wanted to run, to run so far away no one could ever find him, but then he would be thought a coward. He wold be thought useless, would be shunned. He decided he had to go foward.
He stalked upstream for a while longer, trying not to think of what he might have to do to kill this Kronador. It was obviously good at fighting, and winning, if it was at all like his dream.
He stopped. There it was. The clearing. He heard a splashing, some thunks, and he narrowed his eyes, then leapt throught the trees, ready to kill...
Only to slam into Iago.

Art:

Howl
RAWR
Traditional
Armor Concept

Armor Explanation:

[size=85]I put my full heart and soul into this armor design. First of all, I made it so Luxyrus has full mobility. Everything colored black is flexible, including the black leather on the neck and back and the material on the legs and chest plate. The snake spines are also bendable. With this, nothing will slow him down in battle. The snake also shows others that Lux is powerful and intimidating. No Kronador would simply try to pick a fight when they see a giant snake covering your ribs.The spikes on the shoulders make it so nothing can attack from behind, or they will pay. These spikes are sharp enough to easily slice the flesh of any enemy. The spike on the gauntlet is a great weapon.
Downfalls of this armor could be vital. First off, its is extremely shiny, making Lux easily spotted when light gleams on him. It also takes quite some time to put all the armor on. The snake has clamp-like hinges on the ribs, and each one must be set individually. The metal is very heavy and takes quite a bit of strength to carry around in battle. Lux would really have to exert a lot of energy in order to chase and kill the Kranadors.
This last part is more of a personal thing. The color of the gems is almost sacred to me because they symbolize my father (his favorite color). If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be anywhere like I am today. A WoI to me is like the ultimate honor on CS, and I want to make the one I win worth it. Even after Warriors of Isket fade away and even after this site perishes, I want to keep Luxyrus so I can take my father and this honor of owning a WoI with me wherever I roam.

Poem: (Full Credit to my best friend on CS, Arula Nischala)

The nightmare has begun,
The hands are ticking one by one.
To follow your dream is to fight the tide,
As a world of beauty is deprived.
No sticks, no stones.
Though many things still break your bones.
A shower of blood and fire,
The temperature rises higher and higher.

The tables are turning,
The fire is burning.
Inside, the battle has arrived
As teeth snap, blood flies.
Everything frightens,
Everything brightens,
The sun sets and the moon rises.

Too scared to fight,
Too proud for flight.
The time has come,
The external battle has begun.
Inside, the fighting ceases,
Strive for a decision increased.
Teeth flash, paws splash.

Paws wet,
Claws set,
Life or death?
That's the question.
Why is this more than a session?
Decisions, decisions, so hard to tell.
Can't break out of this prison cell.
Inside, the day is done.
The night has come.

The hands tick, minute by minute.
So little time to win it.
A decision must be made.
The nightmare has begun.

What does Isket look like?:

Warrior dens are kept in reddish mountains. The rivers and other bodies of water are white. The grass is tinted a blueish green color. There is more night hours than day on the planet.

What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:

(-) custom male + (+) normal female = (-) custom [breedable]
(+) normal male + (-) custom female = (+) normal [unbreedable]
(-) custom male + (-) custom female = (-) custom [breedable]
(+) normal male + (+) normal female = (+) normal [unbreadable]
{A} Alfa will override anything, so an alfa can pair up with any WoI and have pups.
Permission from Board members are needed to breed.
Customs can have maximum 4 pups
Ur-litter W.o.I. can have maximum 3 pups
Pound pups can have 2-3 pups
Litter pups can have maximum 1-2 pups
Newer generations/ really young W.o.I. can have a maximum 1 pup

Who are the UR WoI's?

♂ Mardelius
♀ Laurona