[Amethysts]

"I am beyond dead but I rise from the living dead."
- Xenos

Name:
Xenos [ Might change to Zenos ]
{ Origin is Greek <3 )
{ Meaning of the name is Stranger, Ghost, & Host. }

Gender:
♂ Male/Brute ♂

Why is his name Xenos?
As soon as I saw this I couldn't resist trying to win him. I was so stuck on names for this beautiful creature. First was Typhoon, then Zyphon, then Zenos, but I just fell in love with Xenos. I could NOT say no to Xenos. All the names I picked are Greek. I don't care what people say about them. Greek are the finest people alive. My boyfriend Eric & his friend Maria (Who is Greek) helped me pick the name out but Maria told me the meaning of the name Xenos. I don't know what it is.. But I just LOVE the name Xenos. As you can tell my fursona (Lawrence) is a black & white domestic/Gothic Wolf.. I just love wild mixed-creatures. I can't nor can I just walk away from such lovely creatures like these. <3

Why do I want him?
Well, at first I always wanted a WoI not because of the popularity. Its because I want to own one to love & give it a good home. I always look at the Adoption Pound/Page for one since I desperately want one. I never really wanted a boy WoI but him. I couldn't say no to. I don't know why, but I couldn't. I tried, but my heart said go for it. I read the entire WoI page more than once when TWG90 created these beautiful creatures. Ever since. I fell entirely in love with them. I tried so many times for one, but as I actually try for this one. I actually think I like my form & I actually got art for him to boost my average for him. I hope I win. I don't know if I ever will win one. But I will keep trying hopefully after this one but if not. Then I guess I give-up on winning one.

Personality:

Lordy ~ Whenever he has feelings or strength, he is not afraid to show it.

Modest ~ He thinks everything every other wolf does ( like Dax ) he thinks he could be strong enough to have his ability or position in the WoI hoard.

Shy at times ~ Xenos could be shy at times when it comes to meeting new wolves like himself. But once he is very open, he has his own opinions which could be very truthful.

Determind ~ Xenos can set his mind to whatever he wants done. If he can't get it done, he'll find another way to get it done.

Short Story:
Stranded At The Age Of 5 Months.
Xenos walked across the barren plain, rain and driving wind cutting through his soaked brown coat. Being a stranded pup, he had no pack or even a mother to wait out the hurricane with, and to make matters worse, Xenos was a wounded pup and only 5 months. A white light up ahead drew his attention, and in desperation he ran towards the glow with the wounds he had due to him being stranded from his killed parents.

It was a small flying bird like butterfly. Out in the storm, the small creature should have been either tossed away by the wind or be torn apart by the rain, but there it was, perching on the branch of a dead, wilted tree. It wasn't much, but the tree provided very good shelter for the desperate brute. Xenos collapsed by it's torn up roots, unable to walk another step in doubt of being rescued and in very bad health.

His abdominal wounds started to hurt. Xenos couldn't deal with the pain. The young pup was far from safety however, because despite the cover from the worst of the hurricane, Xeno's fur was getting more wet by the minute. The pup curled up into a little ball unhappily when water from the wilted tree from above started to shake as the water drip down on his fur, and a wave of depression crashed over Xenos mine. How could he ever last out here in this hurricane by himself with no parents or shelter?

Suddenly, he heard a wild wolf howl from the distance of where he was. He perked his ears up in desperation but at the same time in fright. "W - What?" he stuttered in chills. "I'm o - over here!" he shouted out toward the wolf. He stood up brave and weak to raise his head to howl as the other wolves howl began to fade from his ears. "No! Don't go!" he shouted as he started to tear. He knew he would never be found.

Xenos had no more reasons to live to be happy. His parents were dead, his siblings were gone, and no one would ever find his young bones in the vast, barren expanse. So Xenos faded there, under the dead wilted tree during a cataclysmic hurricane, with a broken paw and no hopes left for him.

The moth drifted down smoothly, as if the hurricane had no effect on it, and landed on his paw. His bright colored eyes snapped open and his tail to wag.

Relieve your pain.

-x-

Xenos was found the morning after the hurricane by several bigger Warriors. He was lying beside the body of a dead tree that didn't last through the cataclysmic horricane. As they arrived, they realized a white moth was just resting on the young pups paw.

- - - ♥ - - -

A Memory Not To Be Forgotten
Pounding through the dark bluish forest, Xenos took in a great breath of air. Wild, intriguing scents filled his teenage nostrils and the thrill of running was enough to make him happy like never before. He passed a stream of tumbling white water, leaping over a large pile of reddish boulders & greenish flowers covering the edges of the river. A whitish, translucent moth caught his eye. It fluttered closer to him, trailing specks of glittering dust in its wake. "Aren't you the one who saved my life?" He asked it, reaching to brush its wings with his blue-stopped nose. The moth did not answer however, before he could touch it, it vanished. "Hey! Wait a second." Xenos screamed after it, "Wait, I wanna ask you something!" The brown brute followed the glowing little wraith, swishing his long, full tail. As he rounded the corner, a cold, rank scent assaulted his sensitive nose. "What the-" he got interrupted by looking up.

He looked up. A giant bluish-green skin, shot through with lighter stripes. A stiff, ice-blue mane over a long neck. And green, glittering eyes filled with cold hatred. Xeno's blood chilled. [i]I'm in trouble he said to himself before shouting anything else.

"A Kronador!" he screamed in fear.

The beast snarled furiously at him and lurched forward, baring its hideous fangs. With a terrified yelp, Xenos whirled around and sprinted back through the trees. He felt hot, rotten breath on the end of his tail and heard jaws snap and miss the tip of it by a hair. Trees and the little white moth he was chasing after flashed right by him due to him running quickly. As he finally got out of the forest and the hideous Kronador came into sight. It was a on one-on-one battle between him & the big derp.

Xenos turned around quickly to see the Kronador killing the green growing flowers by the river, "You destroyer!" he shouted in anger. As the Kronador got much closer to him, he leaped like never before into the sky and landed on the beast back where his blue-green mane was. With a tug with his small teenage wolf fangs, he torn a piece of the mane off of the Kronadors skin.

Xenos had the beast under control until the beast flung him off, making him fly toward the fast river flow. Xenos didn't know how to swim so he was in danger til he saw the beast was dizzy from blood loss. Xenos laughed in victory, I got you now, big guy. he told himself before jumping out the water to finish it off.

As Xenos got closer, he realized the Kronador was still breathing but wasn't standing. "Die!" he shouted at it. One of the WoI saw Xenos shouting at the Kronador, instead of coming to help, it laughed. Xenos heard the laughter but didn't care. He charged right at it and was bounced right back by the beast big couching nose. Xenos wiggled his body and thought of an idea to end the beast life.

The idea was dangerous but it was the only way. He was going to rip a tooth and dag it right into its own throat. Xenos got closer and took a grip of the Kronadors tooth. He wiggled and tugged on it as the tooth became much loser by every second of his tug. Just.. One.. more.. Tug! he screamed in himself in his mind as the tooth came lose and sent him flying back. The Kronador finally started to get up and before the beast could get up, he was killed as Xenos stabbed it with its own fang.

You're mine beast! he said in a playful way as the Kronador began to drift away from its body to a different planet know as Hell For Kronadors.

Theme Song:
.:Learn My Lesson:.
By Daughtry.

Art:
Ordered Art by Naomily
Ordered Art by Taliska
Horrible Art Done by Me. \:
Ordered Art by Lock
Ordered art by Distant Planet

What does Isket look like?:
Weather ~ The land of the WoI has more day than night. They never experiences Winter or Fall.
Mountains ~ The mountains have the slightest touch of tinted red.
Rivers ~ The rivers are white with plants that are green around the edges of them.
Butterbirds ~ The butterbirds are a mixture of Butterflies & Birds. They glow a bright yellow but most of the time, they are white. Which makes it hard to see their detailed designs. They are also helpers for the Warriors Of Isket.
Grass ~ The grass is the slightest tiny of blue-greenish color.

What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
The WoI breeding requirements are as fallowed, Alfas can breed with any female if they want. Males unlike Alfas can only breed if they are customs. If both the male & female are both customs they can breed, but if the female is a custom & the male isn't. They can't breed. If the male is a custom & the female isn't. They can breed. If both are not customs, they can't breed whatsoever. You need the boards permission, as in runs the WoI & the creater of them.



There are some new W.o.I. Breeding rules:

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, it cannot be done.



Who are the UR WoI's?
The UR WoI's are Laurona X Mardelius. Mardelius was the very first male WoI. He was killed by a giant Kronador deep in the Kronador territory. Laurona was the Mardelius mate. They had five young warrior pups named; Rayo (Who is now the chief), Darzek (Now the Subordinate Leader), Tira, Foalan, and Max. Those three are just strong warriors. Laurona then died of a sickness.

Name / Personality- Completed.
Story / Theme Song- Completed.
Art- 75%

Armor:


I have an idea for Zenos/Xenos armor. I really don't know how I'm supposed to draw or even imagine such an armour, but I just couldn't resist the idea I came up with.

Base; { Black&Gold| Titanium.
Leather; { Brown| Eliastic. Able to move during fights.
Head Piece; { Gold| Leaves his eyes open, makes his ears perked at all times. Has spikes & a little charm from his dead parents.
Tail Piece; { Gold&Black| Has a big plate with black dots. Has sharp spikes on the outside to be able to ambush a Kronador with his tail.
Ankle Pieces; { Gold&Black| The marking on it on his other leg without the unique marking- Is a unique touch with a tinted black on it to match his marking.
Back Plate; { Gld&Black| Has spikes to protect him by surprise attacks from behind or above.
Inner-Armour; { Brown| Its to keep his fur clean from everything else. Also makes it lighter for him to run from Kronadors and toward anything to help out a fellow mate in danger. { Its a soft kind of cushion. } ♥ {:

[Deadly Nightshade]

|~|Иαмɛ:|~|
Aurodion



|~|Иιcκ-иαмɛ:|~|
Aur



|~|Ǥɛи∂ɛя:|~|
Male/Brute ♂



|~|Δɢɛ:|~|
Teen



|~|Ħσввιɛƨ:|~|
. Playing hide 'n' seek
. Chasing small butter birds
. Digging small and cosy holes
. Howling alone in the middle of the night



|~|Lικes:|~|
. Playing with him self
. Sometimes playing with others
. Eating
. Swimming
. Watch the pack
. Howling
. Butter birds



|~|Ɖιƨℓικɛƨ:|~|

. Kronadors
. Fighting
. Crowds




|~|Ƨнσят ƨтσяʏ:|~|

It was cold, so cold that night. No night was as cold as this. The breeze was sharp and painful even with the warmest fur and fire. No snow...No ice...Just the prickly breeze flowing through the sky. The night sky caressed the land with a cold touch. No sound was heard, just the faint noise of crickets. There was barely any light besides from the biggest moon and the fireflies that flew around. Some would think it would be a perfect summer's night but the crisp air froze the thought of such an evening. Now, no one knew why it was so cold on such a night, not even the alphas but there was a reason....One, simple reason that never came to mind..

"Come on Aur! Your not going to get any fish at this rate!" Yelled one of the Isket pups. They were friends with Aurodion but he didn't want to be friends with him. He just wanted to be alone. Aurodion turned the other way and began walking towards his parent's den, he was quite agitated, especially because of such cold weather. This poor pup was confused of why anyone would want to go outside in the cold, especially on an evening like this. Aur just layed in the den and watched the pack, he liked watching the pack. Aurodion's mother approached. "Aur, you've got to go outside, it's not healthy if your in here all the time." She said softly, her voice was always soft. But Aurodion just sighed, not caring much, he was just shy and prefered to be alone.

A few hours after Aurodion had gone to sleep, a few of the leaders were talking, talking about a beast that all should fear...ALL should fear and hide from. They spoke of teeth as sharp as knives and hooves as smooth and sleek as slime. But these creatures were tough, real tough and caused a lot of pain....The Kronadors....An ugly creature half horse, half lizard.

In the middle of the night, when usually the alphas would be talking by now, but there was no sound. Not a whisper, not a cough. Not a squeak, not even a small noise from such as a mouse, a bird or a cricket. Aurodion awoke. The voices of the alphas soothed his ears, so this was a shock. He prowled slowly out of the den and looked left and right...Still nothing. With fear in his heart, he emerged into the middle of the pack lands and turned all the way around but still no sign of anyone. He panicked and flopped on the floor. "What am i to do? No alphas nor anyone in sight!" But suddenly, across the night's sky, there was a wolf shape that landed in front of him. It looked up at him with weak eyes. "Aur...Run!" It was his best friend! But what could of attacked him? Could it have been the monstrous creature that everyone was talking about? "No! No, it can't be!" He began to run in the direction of which the W.o.I had come from..

Aurodion stopped dead in his tracks, seeing a gruesome sight. The largest Kronador ever aswell as average height kronadors. They were attacking everyone from the whole pack! Aurodion wanted to help so badly but there was a huge risk. However, the alphas were an inspiration to Aur so it was very important. With out a second thought, he leaped into the battle scene, jumping on Kronadors. One of the alpahs helped when fighting an average kronador. "What do you think your doing here, kid?!?" He growled, more frustrated at the beast rather than him though. Aur fought the beast with all his strenght and with the help of the alpha, he took it down, finishing it off. "I'm going to help, i'm going to finally do something!" And with that, he began attacking the largest of them all.

The largest kronador simply flicked Aurodion off his foot but Aur was however not done. With another leap, he jumped onto the Kronador's back and bit hard, with all his strength. The kronador yelped with pain and wacked Aur off, it bit him. Aurodion howled for help. "H-help me!" He said in a soft and weak voice, with a cough and croak.



|~|Δят:|~|
When in trouble, i'm always here..(By the amazing artist and great friend, moonlight_girl)
When there is no hope, i'll be there..(By me)



|~|Ɯнαт ∂σɛƨ Ɩƨκɛт ℓσσκ ℓικɛ?:|~|
Isket is a soft land, the grass is a blue-ish colour, the water and rivers are white and sparkling, the mountains are dusty and red-ish in colour. It's mostly night time than day.

Blueish grass, plants, white rivers, redisch mountains, more night then a sunny day.

|~|Ɯнαт αяɛ Ɯ.σ.Ɩ'ƨ вяɛɛ∂ιиɢ яɛզʋιямɛитƨ?:|~|

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

|~|Ɯнσ αяɛ тнɛ ƲЯ Ɯ.σ.Ɩƨ?:|~|
Mardelius ♂
Laurona ♀

[shibuki]

I know it might bring down the score, but could we change the gender? This little WOI is amazing <3

Also PMing this question xD

[pear.]

~N a m e~:Kienoe
~S h o r t S t o r y~:
~A r t~:
~W h a t d o e s I s k e t l o o k l i k e ?~:
Isket is a beautiful land, that has more night than day, fought over by the WoI and Kronadors. Isket is filled with beautiful, sparkling, waterfals that spread mist, and blue-like fields of grass. There are big, lichen filled caves, that have stalagmites and stalagtites on the roof of the cave, and the floor of the cave. The WoI are very lucky to have lived in this land, for it has extreme beauty. The only downside is the Kronadors.
~What are the WoI's b r e e d i n g r e q u i r e m e n t s ?~:
Customs can have 4 pups at the most.
UR WoI can have 3 pups at the most. Pound pups can have 2-3 pups at the most. Litter pups can have 1-2 pups at the most. And finally, newer generations/ really young WoI can have 1 pup at the most. Inbreeding is isn't allowed. Also, WoI can only breed with other WOI

~W h o a r e t h e U R W o I 's?~
They are the first Woi and had the first ever litter. The mother/female, is named Laurona. Laurona was the second WoI, and she was the Mother of Rayo, Dax, Faolan, Max and Tira.
Laurona, sadly, died of an illness. Mardelius, her mate, was killed by the biggest Kronador, but since this day the Kronador had hundreds of scars all over his body. Nodoby was ever able to kill this monster of a Kronador.
In past she was not the only Ur-WoI, she is the reason why new WoI always join the clan.
The father/male, Mardelius was the first WoI and he was the father of Rayo, Dax, Faolan, Max and Tira.
Mardelius, sadly, died from, the bigest Kronador imaginable.

[wajas]

Name:
Prias "fire" in Greek

This is drawn by me, please do NOT steal!
Short Story:
"Come on, Prias, wake up," cooed Grest, Piras's mother, while she nudged his shoulder with his snout.

Prias moaned an audiable, lazy noise, before he half-heartedly opened his eyes. Grest's blue eyes were the first thing he saw after he opened his eyes, besides the blinding rays of sunlight entering the den, making his fur feel warm. He got up, and stretched, the fresh, smell of blood entered his nostrils. He sighed, and found the creator of the oder, Grest's morning kill, a hare.

"Thank you," Prias mumbled as he carried his body over to the hare, sighing tiredly. He dragged each paw, one after the other, over to the decesased hare, making long marks into the soft, cold, dirt floor of the den.

"You're welcome. Did you sleep well?" Grest asked, sitting beside the entrance of the den, the sun high lighting the outside of her fur, making her appear as an angel. She flicked her tail to the right, as Prias had began to eat his hare. He smiled tiredly as he felt the meat tear within his mouth, and go down his throat. This is a pretty good hare, considering it was almost freezing earlier, Prias thought, finishing the meat off of the rabbit's bone. He licked the dried blood off his muzzle, before he walked over to his mother, passing his wooden training armor, and Grest's official, real armor. It was heavier in weight, compared to his wooden, fragile armor. His armor was jsut for training, though, and he couldn't wait to get his own. Someday, he thought, Someday I will be like you, dad, Xeious.

Xeious was his father, yellow in pelt color, and bright, forest green eyes. He was depicted as a fantastic warrior by family and friends, and a sweet person too. When he went out for battle, he was usually called, "Throat cutter" because he would end their lives by punturing their armor, and ripping their throats out of victory.

Grest looked at her son with interest, as he walked over. "I need to show you something, follow me, and bring your armor," She said, as she began to put hers on. Prias sighed, and started to put his wooden armor on with slightly loud, very audible clanks, due to the slience in the den. He finished putting his armor on, and smiled. It was obnoxious at points, but it was better than when he was just a pup, having no armor whatsoever and playing with the other pups, pretending that he had armor. Now I don't need to pretend, he smiled.

By the time Prias looked up to confirm that he was ready, Grest was already walking outside of the den, her armor makings little clangs as the sun shone off of its polished surface. Prias had to jog to catch up to his mother, his armor clinking and clanking loudly. They then walked at the same pace, mother to son, son to mother. They were connected at this point of the walking, having a thing in common, a desire. Prias wanted to protect his father's name, and to see him again. Grest, his mother, wanted to see her husband again, and talk with him.

The two wolves had just walked down from the steep slope their den was carressed in, and into a clearing, the clearing that Prias's father had breathed his last breath.

The clearing was rather well-worn from so many plants and trees growing from it, that the soil was hot, and dry, similar to the dirt in the den. When Prias stepped a fur-cladded foot onto the ground, it was surpressed by the sand, cushioning and absorbing the sound of the foot. His paws were careful on this milestone, considering this was where his father fought his last battle. Breathed his last breath. His father, like previously said, was severely injured. He wasn't injured by another wolf, but of the kronadors, a fae to be exact. It had dug its long, sherp claws into his armor, and through his arm, nearing his heart. The injury was quickly, or at least what seemed to be quick, studied and tried to treat. It took about five hours to wipe up the blood, stop the bleeding, and try to at least wrap the wound. His friends worked hard, for they wanted to be gentle to their friend. The kronador had fleed after five of his friends ran after it, to threaten the beast. When he had been able to speak after the ordeal, all he could say is, "Prias...be strong, be wise, be....ready," before he had closed his eyes and slept. He slept a very deep sleep, for he had never woken up after he closed his eyes.

Prias's eyes darted her and there, remembering the exact spots his father and friends had stepped on, hearing it from his best pal, Julano. Julano gave short, but very descriptive descriptions about the event. He even gave Prias the destinct scents. Piras went around carefully, seeing a small piece of armor, a shoulder plate, sticking out of the ground.

"Mom," Prias started, taking much quick-paced, yet eagar, steps toward the shoulder plate sticking out of the ground like a crooked tombstone. When Prias stopped, the only thing to be heard is the loud clanking of his wooden armor, being shaken in the gentle, yet breezy wind. Grest had silently followed him to the armor piece, her armor refracting the sun's light onto the few trees scattered here and there, most of them alive, but very few were dead. Their branches had few leaves on them, some were bare and exposed to the winter air, the wood dried and cracked, and some bark peeling off of the bases. The small game had hidden in their dens and burrows for the cold weather, and the increase of predators. The birds were singing some sad sounding songs, few half-hearted chirps and caws.

Grest sat beside her son in sincere silence, tears finding their way through her tear ducts and into the outside world, streaming down her cheeks. She put a gentle reassuring arm around Piras, pulling him close to her chest with a couple clanks an clangs. They were soon pressed together by the shoulders, their armor harmlessly rubbing against eachother. Grest studied the armor; it was rusted, dirty, and not as complete as it had been. There was a big, long, deep, severe, jagged gash in the shoulder piece, destinct from the dirt and rust conering it. "Prias.....I need to tell you something," Grest began with a quavering voice. She had loved her husband, her mate, ever from the beginning. SInce he was gone, it hurt her to even go near his death place,and even more to see his armor. I kept it for so long, would I hurt my dear child's feelings? Grest thought as a tear went down her face, rolled onto her shoulder piece, and onto the sandy ground, making a tiny, dark-colored spot.

Prias looked up from the gash and to his mother tear-stained face. "Yes?" He asked, tilting his ears forward, straitening his back, and adjusting his position, hearing the familar noises his armor made. He took a deep breath and sighed. It had been a pretty nice day, besides the cold weather. He remembered how Julano kept saying his father was a true warrior, a heart of gold. If only I could have met him, seen his armor, his smile, his face, Piras thought, rasing his eyebrows with concern. If only.... he sighed.

Grest sighed, this is going to be a hard task to handle. "Prias....Your father, Xeious, had armor splattered with the colors of the night and the water, it was said to be described as mysterious and thought-provoking.....See this shoulder piece?" Grest said, putting her arm off of Prias, and walking catiouslt to the armor, like she was trying to not wake anyone. "Look...look at the designs," she continued with a trembling voice.

Prias, who had been wondering what the armor had that was important, so he shifted his gaze from his mother onto the shoulder piece, seeing the intricate spirals and splash-like patterns. The patterns flowed like water, crossing eachother with briliance and passion. The shades of blue blend and swirl, crossing eachother like a peaceful night. Some small white circles scatter around the armor's tips, like the stars strewn across the black, vast, night sky. Did this have anything to do with the planned training? he thought, staring at the jagged gash. Wait a minute.... began Prias, his mind scanning for any information he had obtained to relate to this, It seems so familiar...Oh, yes! Julano told me about this armor. It was the armor of.... Prias started, a tear forming in his eye, "my dad," he spoke aloud, his voice full of regret and remorse. Why couldn't he have pictured this before? Was his mind to scattered, pacing around the scenery, eager for more information.

Grest looked at her son's eyes concerningly, and darted them back to the armor, crestfallen. He figured it out, it's too late, she thought, lying beside the armor, smelling a vague scent of vanilla, her mate's smell. "This," Grest began, clearly trying her best to contain her emotions, but to no attempt, was unable to, "is your father's armor. I beleive he might still be with it, perhaps buried beside or wearing it. Come on, Prias, say good bye," Grest sighed, as she stood up and walked over to Prias, her head facing the ground, tears dropping onto the dusty ground. She then already made her way up the carved trail to their den, in the side of the mountain, clearly distressed and saddened by the sight, jogging her memories on the day of Xeious's death.

Prias looked at the sillouette of his mom, walking with her as she trudged to the den. Why did I have to show her? he asked himself in shame, as if he had just lied and made another person become blaimed. He stood up, lowered his tail with misery, and slowly walked up to the shoulder piece, and bowed his head as he was two feet away. "Dad," He began, his voice barely audible and shaky. He then coughed, hoping to make his voice more heard and stable, and continued, "I....even though I never met, seen, heard, or felt you....I just wanted to let you know that I'm here, being what you wanted me to be...a fighter. Mom says that I am starting to get better, saying that I remind her of you more and more eveyday...I hope that's a good thing, heh," he then chuckled half-heartedly, imagining a reaction of smirking. "I...I just wanted to say...that I...love you...by the way mom describes you....and that I hope you're proud of me and think the same...I love you, dad," He said, alittle louder, hearing the rustling of leaves as two birds flew out, flying around eachother, and into the direction of the setting sun. Piras then bowed again, feeling like he had earned his armor already. He soon regained his posture, turned around, and walked away, towards his mother's den. He stopped when he was twenty feet away from the armor, still in the scenery, barely covered by undergrown shrubs and bushes. He turned his head over his shoulders, glancing back with hope. But, his eyes now contained a reality and sorrow, for his dad will never wake, but continue to sleep, endlessly in the dark, cold, soil.
(sorry for being so long, I wanted to include his personality as well as his background.)

Personality:
Prias is a sweet, calm, shy, and gentle guy. He loves to read, tell stories, and hunt with his mother, Grest. He can be decribed as a smart and creative wolf, tending to build and design things out of pure imagination. But, sometimes they don't work. He is sweet from the start, being kind to the new, and often picked on, wolves. He'll share laughs, crack jokes to brighten things up, and to just be himself. He is shy around alot of people, especially ones he doesn't know. But, once you know him for awhile, he can be brave, out going, strong, funny, and just down-right silly. He enjoys his time practicing with his mom, when she is done hunting or getting the koronadors that go into the Isket territory. He sometimes can be quiet, almost mute, when he is remembered of his father's death, or when his mother cries in misery. He is pretty playful when it comes to pups, loving to entertain them and keep them happy, for he finds that a happy pup is a successful one.


Likes:
*water, he LOVES it

*his mother, Grest

*pups, he likes to tell them stories and play with them

*his background-who his parents are, what they do, his grandparents, ancestors, etc.

*learning

* obtaining new knowledge on the world around him

*drawing

* caligraphy

*building/creating things

*when he is reflecting upon the day's (or night's) activities.


Dislikes:
*loud noises

*death

*being alone

*cold weather

*gossip about his heritage

*teasing

*Being reminded of his father's death, for it sturs his memory of his father's, Xeious's, shoulder armor sticking out of the ground as a tombstone, the first thing he had ever seen of his father.

Art:
http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x44 ... /prias.jpg
^This is drawn by me, please do NOT steal!
http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x44 ... photo1.jpg
^This is also drawn by me, please do NOT steal!
http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/1152 ... letevz.png
^This is by Pure Dragon


What does Isket look like?:
Blueish grass, water, plants, various shades of red, reddish mountains, much more of night time than sunny days.


What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
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?
Laurona X Mardelius, they are the first wolves to have a litter, one of the pups is one of the Ultimate Alphas.
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=32&t=490003

[chargay]

damm im soooo un shure if i should go for this guy :s im gust gunna waite for the right woi for me

[Ember Sky]

" I cannot remain dead from the future, but keep moving on in the past. "
-Skotos

|:| Name | Gender |: |:|

Skotos | Ερεβος - Mean's Darkness in Greek.

• I say Skotos because this WoI reflects it's darkness inside of his heart. It shows on his face, and in his eyes, the darkness I see in his eyes. Why Skotos? I think a name that wouldn't fit his personality is out of the ordinary, which I think is quite unique, like I know he is. I know most would say, why? Well, a mis-consumption name I thought is special, and makes him different from the others.

| Gender|

Male | Brute

|:| Short Story: |:|

I wasn't like the other WoI's. I knew it deep in the thrashing heart of my fragile body that night, that night. My Life will never seal up the scars of my brutal past, and no walls can keep me protected anymore. There's no running, no fleeing from what I have started, I was the cursed one. They foresaw the darkness I held, so I was known as Skotos, the giver of Darkness. Only when your a pup can you be unscathed by the name, but now I fell the poison slowly starting to sink into my skin, What does my life matter anymore. I'f you wish, I can tell you, I can. It all came down to a night I was attacked by Kronadors, and luckily I survived, my parents were different...they no longer roamed this world.
Soft winds traced over my fur as I laid alone under the blanket of dwindling stars above, their illuminating glow lacing with the streaks of my stained fur. Warm tears softly rolled down my cheeks as I felt my body grasping the thinning warmth of the air, it's comforting feel leaking from my tattered body, as I already was thinning of air to intrigue my lungs. My heart was burning with what was left of myself, my lungs screaming with agony as pain wedged its way in. I felt my heart slowly churning with it's soft beating thuds, but why would I waste the energy to live anymore, I couldn't even wrap my mind around how it still managed to keep it's pace, it's thudding still remaining loud and clear. My eyes fluttered open with the last bit of strength that I still managed to hold tight, and threw the grey throbbing I could make out a massive, turquoise body rising from the ground. What had happened? The memory lingered within my grasp, but every time I reached for it, it just bounded farther away. My eyes felt heavy, almost barely holding themselves open to gaze at the moon, towering over my still body, it's moonlit arms wrapping around my body as to yield me, but what from? The questions pounded the rims of my confused state of thoughts, my eyes slowly edging from the blinding light, towards the body, which was wrapped with a thin sheet of red, Blood. The thought sent numerous amounts of fright shooting up my spine. I couldn't let myself lay here, and suffer, slowly drowning in my own pool of moist blood, the instinct to survive forcefully pushing it's way into my concision. I felt my rear slowly lifting, my head taking no effort in to ease the struggle from my hind quarters, neither in any way would I give in, my life let alone be only a forgotten song. Staggering, I felt my paws start to burn with pain, my soft whimpers of agony adding onto the chorus of the soft chirps of the crickets, continually humming their memorized song. I let my eyes roll onto the body again, it's distinctive shape finally unveiling it'self to my ponderous eyes, and it was no other than the stench of a hasteful Kronador. I felt my heart leap from my chest and sent up my throat, my light shivering now introspectively getting heavier. My mind was now flooding with the uncontrollable thoughts, desperately trying to spill from my lips to reveal themselves, but one of them wasn't hating, or a burning growl, but sadness. He had never met the creature, nor has he ever thought of judging anyone by their species, not everyone is the same, and deep in his heart, he felt as if to help this creature, has just dwindled into his own priority.

I felt my teeth slowly starting to dig into my lower jaw, small drops blood oozing onto my curled tongue, but the pain wasn't even close to the splintering, sharp pain shooting threw my fragile bones. I approached the creature, it looking as it it had been tossed loosely like a sagging rag doll, and landed harshly which happened to where I had been. I felt guilty though, helping what was my kinds mortal enemy, but deep down inside, I now some day this could all change. The Kronador wasn't as large as the ones I saw clobbering me, but perhaps it was young. I merely poked it's flank, scuttling back with panic as to expect a claw to come flying towards my exposed body, but as to trigger it's vanished breathing to resume. My breath had simply rushed from my chest, my heart lifting higher with the hope I had emerged, "Hello?" I asked, the warm words softly rolling across my slick tongue, it felt relevant to speak, as for I hadn't said words, which seemed like years had pasted from my last blurdge of laughter. The creature simply kept it's breathing alive, and summarily gave a blunt grunt threw a small quake of anger, it's body rumbling with a deep growl. I flinched at this, ignorance, for what have I done to anger it? I crawled closer to the soundless body, my head softly tilting to the side to study it's mortal wounds, "What, Happened?" I asked, a quiver of fright sinking into my heart as I spoke, for it felt like an eerie question to as to such a weak creature, but the Kronador let it's eyes flash open with dismay, it's dark emerald slits narrowing as it adjusted to the great amounts of moonlight flooding into it's pupils, "What?" it hissed, it's body slinking upright with ease, it's neck stretching further as it raised it's neck to tower over my body, that seemed to grow smaller by the second, and it was making it quite difficult to communicate with quavered words slipping out, "You? Your hurt." he asked quaintly, me eyes flickering up at it's wrinkled face. It snorted is disbelief, supposedly engulfed with confusion, and since our species do more fighting than talking, it has a twinge of disturbance between us, though it's eyes slightly lost their hateful glare through the thoughtfulness I was showing, though it didn't make it less unaware of my presence, "Why do you care even?" the Chimera snapped balefully, his tail swinging up from behind it, giving a blunt thwack to my head, and the throbbing, like a poison being swept across my veins, it returned with it's endless pounding, and a soft yelp escaped from my throat, and pushed past my shivering lips as my body dove towards the ground, ending with a loud THUD . Though it didn't bother me. I heaved a sucking sigh, one I longed for from a long time to rid me from the stress, and desperately pushed my weary body back onto it's sluggish legs, "I do care about you, I don't think your bad." I whispered, my eyes rippling with moist tears as the throbbing continued it's wrath inside my head. I felt the confusion radiating from the beast, it's eyes unwavering with taunts, but I knew deep down inside, it wasn't a bad Chimera as what it was made out to be, what I was made out to be. With soft gestures, I warmly reassured it with a bright smile that slithered onto my face, my bright eyes gazing into the deep emerald hue that was pulling my attention closer, "Kronador, We are not much different. I believe there is good in every creature, including you." I cooed softly, and at this the Kronador's eyes softened their grimmence in disgust, it's gaze grasping onto my intensive soul, but it's mouth kept it's voice hidden, it's hot, steamy breath crusading onto my delicate fur. It's eyes crept closer, it's content stare locking onto mine, but I could feel it's anger boiling from the rims, the disturbance that once vanished, coming in quicker with the hatred locked inside. The Beast finally realized what he was doing, Befriending what was the pain that he endured, and a deep, quaking rumble escaped it's deep throat slithered from it's staggering tongue, "No." the Chimera hissed, thrashing it's head threw the incentive air, it's eyes fuming with the heavy hatred it has consuming his heart. The Kronador snapped it's head forwards, butting it's rimmed head onto the tip on my skull. The bones that lace the inside my body may have been snapped, but the heart churning, slowly beating it's marvelous tune inside my chest, shattered into thinning dust. It's breath was now slamming into my eyes as it's body smoothly curled away from me, "Never will we be friends, never in my life will I trust you.". The beast softly blinked it's eyes, the message deep in it's soft glow was becoming clear to me, What have I done? I understood, for I was as mashed together with confusion as relevant to itself. The Kronador took no heed on to gaze intently, and without the glare I fret, it swung it's head away from my beating eyes, and drug it's heavy shoulders into the thickening mist. Only did I lay there, drowning in my own heed of confusion, the rumble that happened so quickly, but slowly fading from my grasp. The soft beating of my heart carried it's hum on the clear wind, it's quiet voice slithering threw the lush, blooming trees, and there in the puddle of gruesome blood, stood a hero, one that was determined to cease the war of the land that carries the most extraordinary life.
I do believe peace is imaginable, but I realize the chances are softly thinning, thinning from our beautiful land, that used to be ours.

That night, when we were attacked by the beasts, what happened to my parents? Why had it so happened that I was stranded with the beast I fear? Why had he left when I offered my support? Why has life played it's cruel, harsh game on a harmless soul. Only does the spirit that lives within Isket knows, and will ever know.

|:| Art: |:|

Armour Idea (I'm sorry I haden't gotten anymore pictures. My Finals+M.A.P. testing has caught me in a mess. No time, since my mother won't let me on her computer since mine won't work, I didn't get very many pictures. When I get my tablet soon I will scedual more art if I do win this guy.

|:| What does Isket look like?: |:|

Oh how I love to imagine this, distance place with the sense of feel. I see Isket with Vast blue hills, white streams stretching for miles past the horizon, and last I picture the maroon mountains towering over the land, peeking just above the clear night sky. It's also said that there is more night, than the erosion of day time.

+ Very brown mountains with twinges of red.
+ Silky white rivers that are strung across the hills and valleys.
+ The blue-ish green grass that sinks between your toes as you paroad threw it.
+ Expect more night than day, for Isket has more time of night that day.

|:| What are the WoI's breeding requirements?: |:|

There are some new W.o.I. Breeding rules:

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, it cannot be done.

|:| Who are the UR WoI's? |:|

Laurona X Mardelius • These were parent's of the very first WoI litter. The litter consisted of 5 puppies, even including Rayo, the Cheif Brute, the other four were Darzek, Subordinate Leader, Tira, Foalan, and Max, which are the only Warriors.

|:| Personality |:|

Skotos isn't what he was made out to be. He is actually very sweet and thoughtful, and would never judge a creature until he has met if face to face. He is very shy, and tends to be a large dreamer. He believes there is always hope for something, and give it all of your effort before you simply thrust it into the dirt. Even though others may hurt him, he'd never hate anyone, no matter how much they pester, smack, or kill, he will always leave his heart open, and though he's had a rough past, he hopes that everything could be turned around one day, just a friend to help him.
This little dreamer has hidden strength, and he keeps it inside, but just because he is shy, and atmost kind does not mean he is a pushover. He stands up for others and what's right. He would never out of anger, or pure amusement to go and kill something, and he hopes he'd never have to use his strength to ever harm another creature. He digs deep, he never just takes first answer, he tends to get his own proof before snatching the first reply he gets.
Skotos is very independent, and cares for himself if he has to, though he'd prefer to be alone, or do something on his own, he doesn't mind having another help him, or join his company. Skotos is very loyal, and would never out willingly ditch another creature, he would stay by anyone's side until every last bone in his body is shattered. He isn't shy when he's excited, or you have earned it outmost trust. Though he may scamper away from you, if someone could just understand this gentle brute, he could maybe tell himself he can trust again, love again.

[Junsui]

Wow, I would try for this guy, but I'm a little late with all these wonderful forms I'd have to beat.

[anime]

This WoI is so amazing. Love his nose and his paws and.... everything! /fangirl scree

Name: This Warrior of Isket's name, if I win him, would be Alacatraz.
Nickname: I like Traz.
Why did I pick this name? Well, I looked up a bunch of unique names, but none really fit him. Alacatraz just kinda escaped my mouth, and
[b]Short Story:
Art:

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


WIP

[↫mars↬]

He wasn't weak, but he wasn't strong. He wasn't wise, but he wasn't dumb.

Insert Pic Here

Name:
Torpaq
Short Story:
WIP
Art:
WIP

What does Isket look like?:
blueish grass, plants, white rivers, redisch mountains, more night then a sunny day.

What are the WoI's breeding requirements?:
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

Who are the UR WoI's?
Laurona X Mardelius