[sodafarts]

Name:
Australia, but most don't know his real name; they know him as Austi ^^ He has also gained the affectionate nick-name Mud/Muddy by some of his closest friends (: Due to his coat colors and pattern of course...and his love of mud XD

Gender:
I saw him from the beginning as a male :3

Personality:
A quiet and modest gentleman sums it up pretty well :3 BUT, I feel like really going into detail right now X3 So here goes ^^

Austi, like I said before, can be described pretty well as quiet and modest, but there's a ton more to the lil' guy than that :3 Austi is in fact quiet and one WOI, even thought that Austi couldn't speak at all! This is kind of true, because as a pup it took him a lot longer time to begin talking than even his younger brother. I guess to make up for that, Austi began walking and other movements/feats often found difficult in even an experienced wolf, but at a much younger age.

Austi is also incredibly modest. He really is quite the classic gentleman :3 But quite a shy gentleman at that ;3 But, honestly, Austi is always polite, courteous, and kind, as a gentleman should be. His own father described him as weak, useless, and basically worthless just because of his gentle and loving personality ): His mother, however, loved him always, and was proud of him no matter what! So, as you could probably guess, he turned out to be quite the momma's boy X3 But honestly, Austi is no wimp!


Story:
--Puphood Memories--

"Mama, mama, why does Daddy not like me.....?" I wondered, my watering eyes staring up at my mother. I curled into the fur on her belly and hid my face.

"Shh, shhh, I'm sure he loves you more than you know," she replied, turning away from me. Even we both knew he didn't. My dad had always been....proud. Very proud. And when I refused to kill innocent animals just for the fun of it, I "damaged his pride" as he put it. Therefore, he assumed I was worthless.

My brother, Obi, was an entirely different story. My father loved him. Obi would kill bunnies and other burrowing animals for him, tackle the other pups in play fights, and he wasn't a clumsy idiot like I was, in my father's eyes. Despite this, my brother and I never had any resentment towards each other. Actually, Obi was usually on my side. We would play wrestle, and I would lose of course, but we had fun. We would laugh and talk, until my father called Obi away. Obi was always reluctant to go, and confided in me once that he didn't always enjoy the way in which our dad always pushed him to be the best of the best. Sometimes I even felt a little sorry for Obi. I saw the look in his eyes whenever my father was around.

My mom, though, was always there for me. I guess I was what some would call, a "mamma's boy!" But the only reason I was so incredibly close with her is because my dad pushed me away. She taught me how to compromise, which I have found to come quite in handy, as I hate to resort to violence. She just supported me in everything I did, and I now thank her for what I am today. I guess I can thank my father for that, too, because he did make me stronger.

Everything changed, though, a few days later. For the worse.

--Disappearance--

The day started out normal. My dad took Obi out on one ofthe never ending training sessions, leaving me and my mom in the den alone. I yawned; my my mother sighed. There wasn't really much to do without lively little Obi around here.

"Right now would be a good time to rest, Austi,'' my mother said softly, nuzzling me.

"Yeah, I guess..." I replied, acting as if I didn't really care. But, I really was tired, and I was half asleep already. I curled up against her side and closed my eyes, almost asleep......

Just then, an eerily familar howl split the silence in the distance. It was pretty far off, seemingly close to the evil Kronadors territory. We lived pretty close to them, but they don't know it. We are the only wolves out here; my father left the main pack led by Rayo and all them to start his own. Then we heard a series of high pitched, frantic yelps. Haven't I heard that somewhere before? Oh well, I justneed to sleep....Wai! I know why that sounds so familar-Obi and my dad! They were out near the Kronador's territory...that could only mean one thing....they were is serious trouble.

My mother realized it too. She quickly jumped up, sending me hurtling into the wall on the other side of the cave. As I picked myself up, she told me,"Austi, stay here. I have to go see what's going on. No matter what, don't leave the den. I'll be back...soon..." And with that, she fled the den, leaving me alone. By now, adrenaline was pumping through my little body, and I was in no mood to go back to sleep. Even so, I felt reasonably safe, since those big clumsy Kronadors were too big to fit in here. Still...I'd rather not have been in the situation at all.

It was just about nighttime, which would last quite a while.So, I waited. And waited. And waited, until it was the next day. Then I waited some more....

Of course, by now the adrenaline was mostly worn off, and I started to feel weak and very hungry. It was night again, and there was still no sign of my family. I whimpered softly to mysely, a whiny and pitiful sound, but it was all I could think to do. I finally fell asleep, after countless hours of staring into the distance, just waiting....

For a whole 'nother two days, I watched and waited, still with no sign of them.

I drearily woke up. I stood up and stretched, yawning. Why had I woken up again? Oh well, I might as well go back to sleep, I thought. I had just settled down and closed my eyes, when I heard it- a faint rustle just outside of the den. Then whispering. Or was that just the wind? I sat up, my ears swiveling in every direction. I couldn't hear anything anymore, so I settled back down. You're just being paranoid, I told myself. But then came the unmisakeable sound of a sneeze. At least it couldn't be a Kronador, since I can't yet understand their foul native language.

"You idiot!" I heard from behind the bushes. "That sneeze could've blown our whole cover!" The voice sounded angry, but almost in a joking way. I wasn't sure, but they sounded like other wolves to me!

"I'm sorry, my entire head got shoved into this bush by your fat tail, and the pollen count is really hi-hi-hi-ACHOO!" Came the reply. After the second sneeze I heard a small sniffle, then a thud, then, "Owwwww!"

At that, I had to laugh. If these guys were dangerous, then I was theprincess of Kronador Lake. Curiously, I peered around the corner to get a glimpse of these mystery wolves.

And, roght before my eyes, stood two full grown Warriors. Actual warriors! I couldn't help it-I letout a tiny yelp of suprise and happiness. But it was enough to let them know I was here.

"Aha! I told you something lived in this cave!" exclaimed a *big yellow, black, and white one.

"Hey, it's just a pup! What on earth is he doing out here all alone?" The other one said, obviously confused. I knew they weren't here to hurt me, so I spoke up.

"I'm...I'm w-waiting for my family," I told them. "They haven't come back yet."

"Well, how long have they been gone? And where did they go?" asked the bigger yellow one, coming closer to me.

"I don't know, really. They've been gone for at least three days..." I murmured. It just hit me that they might never come back. "They went over there," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the Kronador's land.

"Oh, kid," the smaller one said. "If they went over there...they might not come back," he finished gently.

"Why don't you just come back with us; you'll be much safer," added the big yellow one.

I thought this over a while. Should I go? What if they came back after I left, and never found out where I was? My thinking was interrupted by my loudly growling stomach. I hadn't eaten in days! I looked down at my belly. Wow, was I always that skinny? Maybe not...

"I guess it couldn't hurt, " I replied slowly, fully coming out of the den. "But what if they come back, and I'm not here? What if-"

I was interrupted by the smaller one. "Listen, kid, we'll keep tabs on this spot, and if we see anything, we'll let you know. In the mean time, why don't you just go on ahead and come back with us? You're lookin' awfully skinny..."

What did I have to lose? "Sure," I hesitantly accepted. "By any chance, do you happen to have any food on you?" I asked them a little while after we had started walking back to wherever they came from.

"No, " the big one laughed, "but there will be plenty where we're going! By the way, what's your name, kid? Mine's Dax."

"I'm Austi!" I hapily replied.
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And that is how I got to where I am today.

Art:
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Unable to upload my traditional pieces ;A; Which are way better XD

What is the name of the woi's enemy?
The Kronadors, a disturbing mix of a horse and some kind of reptile :S

Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
OH YUSSSSSS! This is mostly because TWG and other artists need a ref of every single WOI in one place, making them easy to find (you don't have to go looking all over the place for them) to make it easier to do art, see the markings, and other things like that (:

what is this contest judged by?
The story and art portions 50/50, but the other parts of the form will at least make up some of the decision.

Quirks:
He is a quirky boy, so there are quite a few X3 But, even though he has his quirky ways, he is perfect o3o

- Austi has a profound love for mud. Yes, mud- that yucky, wet, slimy brown stuff that is the result of combining water and dirt. He will roll in it, splash in it, dig in it, sleep in it, and in his younger days, he would even eat it XD But the not-so-pleasant stomachaches have put an effective stop to that :3

- Austi is also very smart. That alone, however, is normal. What isn't exactly "normal" about Austi is that he has developed a highly accurate "sixth sense". What that really means is that he can sort of predict things like who will walk in the den next, or what the Kronadors are planning, or when they will attack, or even tell if a pup is a male or female before it is born. Because of this, poor Austi is thought of as odd and different, and is more often than not all together avoided or left out :'C

- I quess this isn't exactly a quirk, but Austi is kind of big for his age :3 This results in him sometimes being clumsy and accident prone, often resulting in further embarassment and awkwardness added on to his already shy and nervous, "socially awkward" dispostion.

Theme Song:
Count on me, Bruno Mars http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJYXItns2ik

Funniest Moments (random, I know X3):

-Well, Austi did accidentally ingest this one really wierd plant when he was younger whild eating a delicous helping of fresh mud X3 It didn't do any real harm, it just made him quite loopy and out of it for about the next couple days, until the shaman finally figured out the problem! But Austi would run into things a lot, say the randomest and most stupid things, his eyes went crossed, and he was like a completely different wolf.

By saying he said the most random things, I mean he said things like "I bet I can do a double triple backflip and land in the ocean in the sky" and he quite often asked the other wolves if they could help him accomplish his ''lifelong dream of catching the elusive 130 ft. long birdfish rhino'' that supposedly lives in the tree by the big river...yeaaah.....believe it or not, there was more...a lot more.....

- Austi was once caught in the act of conversing with his own reflection, but he seemed to be doing some sleep walking-talking thing as an effect of the wierd plant he accidentally ate ^^

- He has a small scar hidden beneath the fur on the tip of his tail from his first pouncing lesson...^^

[Deadly Nightshade]

Aww, this is so cute! I'd try out for this lovely W.o.I but i already have my Eskadai

[Alaska.]

Wow Neara! You've really outdone yourself! S/he's gorgeous! I think I'll wait for a litter pup but this WOI is really something special. Good luck all!

[SubtleBurn03]

Ah, how beautiful ^^ I might have to try for them.

[~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 her name always gave herself an assuring sense of determination. Luxyrus knows deep within her soul, she needs to prove she is worthy of being a Warrior of Isket. She feels that sometimes she lets her shy side and kindness get the better of her too often, so her heart needs to go on a 'riot' to shake her weeknesses out.
"Sun". It could swarm around in your mind and give so much symbolism and many different meanings. To Luxyrus, "Sun" represents her golden, loyal ghost. Sometimes she feels that this side of her is too dominate, but even after a soul-riot, she needs to reveal this part of herself again, and shine brighter than the stars in the midnight blankets of the sky.

Personality:
Luxyrus has many traits that go with her personality, but each one makes her special. She has two specific traits that seperate her soul; Sun and Riot. These sections of herself are what expand her personality.
Sun- Lux's 'sun' side reflects many things great and respectful. They define her shyness, kind-hearted behavior. She normally talks in a soothing, sighing tone and speaks as if she were an angel. She is willing to give many possessions and help any other wolf in need. She enjoys calmness, quietness and being with friends when she is in this state. The 'sun' side is more dominate than her more violent, abusive 'riot' side.
Riot- Lux's rare 'riot' side is the exact opposite of 'sun'. After weeks or even months of being walked all over on, Luxyrus uses this form to chase away her "abusers", she calls them. This side only lasts for a few hours, but the damage lasts forever in the minds of her friends. She is willing to cause mass destruction to herself, to others and even inside the dens. This side of her is extremely useful in battle, however she can never predict exactly when the 'riot' side comes out. It is not unlikely that she will forget what happens during the deep stages of 'riot'.

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

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

Gender:
This young Warrior is a girl, and will soon become a woman.
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".

Age:
Teen, about 16 if she were human.
Around this age is when Lux feels more like a woman than she ever has. Her mind expands and more creativity is born. She watches as her muscles bulge more than ever. She feels like she is becoming an adult, though she will still need to wait quite a few years.

Birth date:
May 21st, 5/21
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 her birthday to be around the date you finished her, or her creation day ♥

Orientation:
Straight. Luxyrus is attracted to the muscular build of a male. She feels she needs a strong man to restrain her riot side and care for the beautiful sun that shines in her soul.

Story Explanations:
The 4 stories of Luxyrus's life are organized this way for a few reasons. The first reason is obvious; because that is the order in which she lived the events. However, the second reason is a bit more unique. In story 1, you see how the young warrior is innocent, happy and merely wants to please her parents by becomeing powerful. In the second story, you start to see the way her mind ticks. She begins having nightmares, which is normal, and you wouldn't think much of it. Story 2 is continued by the third story, another peice that revolves around nightmares. Here you see how her thoughts actually start to effect Luxyrus. She believes her dreams are real and show hints of her losing her mind. Finally, the fouth story wraps up the true nature of Luxyrus's 'riot' side and you finally get to see her true insanity.

NOTE! I want the parents involved. I used Lady for the mother and Alex for the father. Just random names I chose.
Story 1: Newborn; Child; Young Woman
It had to be this night of all nights. The moon would have been completely visible if it were not for the cumulus clouds covering the navy blue sky.
"The downpour shall be arriving any moment now." Lady, a young, elegant warrior spoke to her mate, Alex.
"I know. I just hope they can wait another night." Lady's mate was a large, brutal warrior. An important member of the Isket creatures' pack. He was a bit less elegant, but still stood wisely in battle.
It wasn't long before the rain and other elements of the storm came tumbling by. The soft breeze fell over the cave floor or Alex and Lady. This wind was barely noticeable to these young canines, however. In fact, the etire world of Isket could here the peircing screams belonging to Lady.
It was time for the young woman to bring life into this world. Too bad, it just had to be the stormiest night of the year.
"Don't worry, it will be over soon enough." Alex soothed his mate as she yelped in pain in shreikng gasps.
Just as the soon-to-be mother thought this night could not get worse for this occasion, the cave began filling with powerful water. Her screams were now even more unpleasant as her paws and underbelly became drenched.
"A...l...ecks!" Lady started in large breaths of humid air. "I cannot do this here!..." The woman yelled out once again in agonizing pain! "They will drown!"
Alex looked towards the entrance and nudged Lady's soft fur. "Yes, I know. Can you walk?"
"I must try..."
Outside of the cave, there seemed to be no way downward, even if they wanted to go that way. Puddles filled with icey water below their paws at every second. "We need to get up there!" Alex shoved his nose upward on top on the mountain-high cavetops. "I know for sure you will be safe there." He repeatedly spoke to her as he bumped her onward and upward. The couple's den was the highest of them all, so above them was only the tip of the cave, where they must go in order for these lives to see Isket.
The climb was horrendous. Lady collapsed many times on her journey. If it had not been for the strong male at her side, she may have already been swallowed by her flooded cave.
Alex's armor glistened in the bright bolts of lightning and distant fires caused by them. "You're almost there, no need to worry." Again, his voice was soothing. However, it was breaking quickly.
"I... can't..."
"Yes, you can. Do it! It is for the lives that will some day define you!" Alex looked at the female's large, bloated belly while his calmness gave in and formed determined shouts.
Atop the caves, the wolves found their destination. Each pup was taken care of by Alex as they entered the world one by one. The final pup struggled. By this point, the craters within the ground had been covered in water. The newborn's face was flopping in and out of the rain, awaiting her father's assistance. Lady's head hit the rocks, breathing calmly as her children were being cleaned by her loyal mate.
..................
This journey was not over yet for the new parents. The problem now was getting the infants back safely and hoping their cave wasn't flooding. They could not risk being hit by bolts of lightning on the highest point of their land.
Approximately half way down this 'mountain', things got a bit slippery under the moss-covered stone. Alex, the wise, fearless worrior, slid ever so slightly, allowing his precious daughter to tumble off his back and down the rocks a few feet. Alex wanted to run after her, but kept calm, considering the same could happen to any others of the family.
"Get her!" Alex's roaring voice was heard all throughout Isket. He left the mother to attend to the young female.
Lady, tears rumbling down her eyes, enclosed the baby in her paws and arms, gently licking the soft mud off the hairless pelt.
Once back at the cave entrance, the storm quieted, allowing some peace among the whining litter. The ground was soaked but the water drew back quickly after the rain stopped.
"We need names." Lady was now the soothing voice as she spoke to her man, examaning each child for wounds and such.
Alex immediately stared at his troubling daughter. "Luxyrus." He looked at his woman, "She is strong. Like me." and he slowly moved towards the young pup. Lady, a powerful mother of Isket, who proved she will go through any obstacle for her children, named the remainders.

A few years have passed and Lady still tells her seemingly-fantasy story of her family that night she brought life to Isket. No one quite beleived everything, however it was true.
Luxyrus seemed to be growing into a fine young lady. Her headstrong and gentle sides of her personality shone through during different situations.
"May I interupt?" Alex spoke to Lady, who was in the middle of telling her tale. "I think Luxyrus will grow up an important, loyal Worrior of Isket." he continued "She is exactly as I was at her age."
This started a conversation between the three worriors as Luxyrus went on doing her own things with her siblings and other pups that were close by.
"I'm gonna get you!" Luxyrus growled happily at her bright-coated pal, chasing her around. "I am the ultimate worrior! No one, absolutely no one, can stop me!"
Signs of Luxyrus being a strong war hero were visible all the time, even at rest. Luxyrus would accedently injure other pups, male and female, that were twice her age. At night, she dreamt of battles, running and training for armor.
Once it was time to receive her armor, a moment she desired since her parents told her about, she sat, head forward and chest out, awaiting examination. The judging canine, a she-wolf with a very lean, detailed structure who looked a bit up there in age, closely eyed out each pup. Luxyrus, like she was trained, did not stop looking forward unless she was spoken to. Luxyrus's muscular arms, legs and chest showed promise to the she-wolf judge.
"Let us see if you can use those muscles, trainee." she said confidantly as she moved along to the next canine.
Each pup had to prove they had a mind and could use it qickly. Luxyrus was able to create fire quite quickly using stones, sticks and very dry leaves. This was not her area of strength, though. She was ranked 18 out of 27 in the 'class' for this section. Good, but not as good as Luxyrus intended.
Next was power. Luxyrus was able to snap large, thick branches with ease. There was only about three or so sizes that Luxyrus could not overcome. She ranked much higher this time with a whopping 25/27, only being beat by two male future-worriors that also showed promise in strength, but terrible with their minds.
Lastly, Luxyrus had to use speed and slickness while attacks were thrown at her in all directions. Usually, this was every female's best catagory, including Luxyrus's. She acted like a fox avoiding venomous cobras. She slid from side to side, dodging most vatal blows. Overall, she was pefect in this feild. 27/27. The males that won the last test scored low, which was the usual case for the men.
Luxyrus was awarded simple armor that she cleaned and wore every day until she got to the next chapter of her life. This was only wooden armor. To get her true armor, she must face a much more difficult task later on. Meanwhile, she continued playing her usual "I will beat you" games with her armored friends. This was good practice for this pup, for one day a small group of Kronadors, none of which being fully-grown, stumbled upon the quiet dens of the worriors. Luxyrus, the one awaiting this moment, got the first sniff of the danger. Already cloaked in armor, Luxyrus rose to action. "Mom! They're here! Hurry!"
Lady was confused, but fallowed her child outside of the den. She caught sight of what was happening as Luxyrus ran towards the feirce animals. "Luxyrus, stop!" the elegant woman's fur stood up at all angles, making every part of her body vicious, except the eyes places of her baby girl, which showed fear and misery.
The yell of Lady cause commotion on Isket. Adult warriors chased after the young pup, who already had her mouth around one of their thoats. Another monster defended it's friend, attacking Luxyrus's wooden armor. Had it not been for that armor, Luxyrus's ribcage would have been torn open.
The adults easily ripped down the enemy, leaving the blood-caked pup to her mother. Lady could not speak for many reasons, but Alex felt otherwise. "You could have been killed, child." and he walked away without aknowledging his talented baby.
It has been a few months since the small invasion when Lady took Luxyrus aside for a breif moment. "Tomarrow, honey, you will be receiving something sacred to every W.o.I. in Isket."
Luxyrus's eyes danced wildly. "What is it momma?" she nearly gasped as she smiled crazily.
"Real armor. You show Isket great promise in being a worrior." Lady continued praising her nearly-grown daughter. "The pack decided to allow you to battle early. You do not need to wait as long as we thought." The ageing woman hugged her daughter tightly, refusing to let go as thoughts raced in her mind of what could happen to her child.

An elegantly, yet brutally manufactured armor set was presented to Luxyrus the next morning. "It's just like momma said!" she gasped with wide eyes. She noticed the fine details and how magnificant every crevice shone in the morning sun. "Can I put it on?" she asked specifically to the honorable alpha male that presented her this gift of strength.
"You must earn this first." replied the alpha, simply.
Luxyrus stared at her sparkling armor. She would looked elegant, like her mother, and feirce like her father; a perfect combonation in the young woman's eyes. She just needed to go deep into the neverending forest to retreve it.
"You will face many difficult paths, in and out of battle. Do you think you can succeed in this?" The alpha asked, determined.
"Yes! Yes, sir!"
This is only the beginning of Luxyrus's growing future. She hopes to some day become an even bigger part in the land of Isket.

Story 2: Odd Dreams
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 3: Dreams Become Reality
Lux sat outside her small cave, her breath flating through the cool air. The day was unusually light, and it somewhat disturbed her. Nothing good happened on bright days.
She padded out, and the silence was strange. Not peaceful, but just....silent. She knew something was wrong, but at the same time she felt she was being ridiculous. Nothing was wrong here. It was just abnoramally bright, that was it.
She hoped.
She felt lonely today, as he trudged through the forest. She came upon a flowing white river, but it had a strange tint, one she couldn't decipher for a moment.
Then she realized.
It was blood.
Looking upstream, she narrowed his eyes. What was going on? She bounded upstream, and the red tint became darker and more pronounced as she continued on. The thick trees that lined the riverbank suddenly disappeared, and Lux found herself in a clearing, the river even silent. All that she 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 her 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 her meal from yesterday about to come up. The smell........it was suffocating her, 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 she had first arrived.
Before her, in the once beautifully blue grass, lay more dead WoIs. 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. She was disgusted, and horrified, about what she 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 she was disturbed at this tint.
The Kronador was huge, even larger than the others. Lux knew she wouldn't be able to defeat this thing alone, not now, not ever. As she turned to leave and find the leaders, though, her 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 her, and her last sight was of her leaders, lying dead in the white and blue mud of the riverbank.

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

Story 4: Red Dawn
Takes place during adulthood, in the far future. The events here will not happen while I own Luxyrus, it is just an ending to her story. (Amin is a random existing WoI)

My eyes were heavy from the atmosphere around me. I felt as if I could'nt open my weary eyes. I wondered to myself where I was; this place felt so unnatural.
I sniffed the cold air before flickering my eyelids open. At first, everything was blurry and unrecognizable. I groaned and whispered to myself "Where am I?"
The dizziness faded after a few seconds. "The dens!" I nearly shouted, my voice still filled with tiredness. "But this isn't right. This is..." then it hit me.
I was in the area of sacred burial. Where alphas and honorable WoI are kept, so no bizzare creatures find the bodies. Why was I here? I know that only very high ranking and special Warriors were allowed this far into the dens.
Maybe I'm a prisoner? But I don't remember doing anything wrong...
in fact, I don't remember much at all. Just the childhood story stuff. Not even my name.
I stood up quickly and examined my surroundings. The only light given off here was a dull flame that turned the dead leaves below it into ashes. Nothing special was here, but I noticed some bloody paw markings and scrapes on the floor.
I crept out of the tiny hole I was in and into a long hallway-like tunel. I had a bad feeling that I shouldn't be wondering around.
Suddenly I heard someone talking. And another voice. Now, soft footsteps. I jolted into a small crevice that was beside me. The chilling water trickled down the fur on my back and made me shudder.
"... and what did she do?" I heard a male voice echo in the distance. The first words were unclear.
"Not so sure myself," the second voice, possibly female was heard replying "but I heard it was bad. I think she went nuts and tried to torture..." as the two passed me by, the voices faded and I wasn't able to catch the last few words.
"I wonder what she did." I thought to myself "and who she is."
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I stepped out of hiding place and once again into the open. Down the hallway I noticed some markings on the walls. Each one represented the honored dead in some way, even the ones that weren't respected enough to make it down here. It was really creepy, knowing that I was roaming around down here. I still had no idea why I was here though.
A small male Warrior, maybe around my age, came from behind me. "You!" he whispered, but implied that he was supposed to be yelling at me. "I thought they locked you up!"
"Huh?" I said back. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The male looked puzzled. "I tried to help. But they didn't beleive me. They tried to lock me up too."
"I thought this was just a burial ground." I told him in a stuck-up manor.
"No, its a prison as well! But only a handful were bad enough to get here."
"Who are you?" I finally asked when I got sick of the nonsence.
"Amin! We were friends, don't you remember?" he told me, disappointed.
"Nope. Don't even remember my own name!"
"Well, you're..."
Again, footsteps. But this time louder ones. These didn't seem too casual.
"Run!" Amin yelled to me. I scrambled and looked left and right until I found an opening to squeeze into.
Once the angry guards ran by, I sniffed around to make sure I was safe. I knew they were looking for me.
"What was that about?" I asked Amin, cautiously.
"They want to keep us here." his head sank and he looked despaired.
"Why?"
"I can't explain now. We need to find somewhere safe."
We walked around the hallway. It seemed as if more and more blood splatters covered the wall every minute. "We're close, I think" Amin said.
"Close?"
"Here!" he sprinted to a cave. It was extremely dark and reaked of death and murky water.
"What's this?" I asked myself before looking around. I saw a symbol on the top of the entrance that translated into "Crypt" in human English. "What are we doing?" I demanded Amin an answer.
"I have to show you what happened, Luxyrus. I can't just explain. You won't believe me."
Luxyrus... I felt as if something in my mind was completed now. I know my name is Luxyrus now. And I know the meaning. And I know I did something bad... but I couldn't remember what.
The floor of the crypt has hard and cold. Amin led me to a specific area with freshly turned dirt. If it weren't for the small pile of burning leaves, I woudn't be able to see a thing. "Alright... um... what is it?"
Amin's eyes fell to the grave. "Look." he shoved his nose toward the tomb.
"Alex" and "Lady" were carved onto a peice of wood.
"They're your parents..."
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I jolted up. My paws felt as if they were surrounded by blood. My fur smelled like copper. I couldn't even mutter a single word. The memories flooded back into my mind. I killed them. Brutally. I tried to stop thinking about it... it was impossible.
I nearly fainted, but quickly laid back down to keep the blood flowing towards my head.
"It wasn't my fault!" I screamed aloud. "The Kronadors! They made me do it!"
Apparently, the reptiles had managed to kill one of our most powerful warriors. The sight set off my nerves, bad enough to change me into my "riot" side. I couldn't stop the killing. My parents tried to hold me back... but they couldn't. My riot side is powerful, and even made me kill my parents.
Amin was there too. We have been talking for a month or two before the event. I started having feelings about him from the start. He only tried to pull me away from mom and dad. The alphas thought he was helping me with the murders... but that wasn't true. He tried to save me from myself.
"They will never forgive me." I cried, still loudly.
Again, the thumping of the guard footsteps.
"I heard her! Lets go, move! Move!" They shouted, their words echoing in my ears.
"We can't get out that way. They'll see us! They'll find us!" Amin's voice crackled in desperation.
"Hide!" was all I could tell him to do.
We hid behind a pile of unused graves. It was no use. It barely even slowed the guards down. They hunted us by scent and soon were nearly inches from us.
I ran, completely forgetting about my friend, but I got a head start. They must have been searching for the boy as well, because they took him instead of chasing me. I glanced back... oh, I wish I hadn't. All I saw was Amin's shining eyes, desperate for mercy, before the gaurds tied him in chains to restrain him.
All I could do now is run. Run as fast as I can. This to was pointless, but my final option. Not good enough. Our alpha stood in front of me. Chest out proud and teeth clenched strong. It's over.
They last image I saw... was the open jaw of the alpha wolf and red flash of bright light.
My lifeless body fell to the cold, hard ground. Blood still stains that exact spot. It symbolizes my death to this day.

Story 5: Bitter Love
This story cannot be done until the future, when I win a WoI and she gets a mate. Here, I will include the day she fell in love, the first appearance of the "Riot" side, and the death of her mate before "Toby" comes into play. Again, half of this story will not happen while I own Luxyrus, its just a twisted part of her life. Takes place between story 3 and 4.

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.

Art:
Armor Concept 1
Traditional: Armor Concept 2
Traditional: Armor 2-Revamped
Traditional: Teenie Armor (Violin based)
Rawr
Howl
Traditional: Angry
Traditional: Story 4 Scene
Traditional: Ref
By my Real Life Friend pt. 1
By my Real Life Friend pt. 2
By Perididdle
By Tesserae

Armor Explanation:
I put my full heart and soul into this armor design. First of all, I made it so Luxyrus has full mobility. Every joint and non-metallic peice is moveable. The snake on concept 1 or the hydra heads on concept 2 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 or dragons on your shoulders.The spikes on the shoulders/hind legs 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 (concept 1) 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. The armor I came up with is very detailed and has many parts and peices that need to be individually placed; Lux can't simply slide into it. 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.

Theme Songs:
Seether: Country Song
This song is Luxyrus's Riot side speaking to her Sun side. It shows how hard the Sun side tries to hold back the Riot side that "wants to get through". It tells how determined, hateful and intimidating the Riot side really is.
Pop Evil: Monster You Made Me
This song is Luxyrus's Sun side asking for forgiveness, saying that the damage she's cause was not her fault; the Riot side was created by nightmares and all the time others walked all over her and took advantage of her kindness.
Apocalyptica: Bittersweet
Here, Luxyrus is speeking about her Riot side. Her Riot side is bitter--It brings misery to others around her, thus making Luxyrus herself feel aweful. However, this Riot side that is possessing her is sweet. It rids her of the ones that have been causing pain, such as abusing Lux's kindness to get what they want. Her Riot side is adored but in a way she wants to break free of it.

What is the name of the woi's enemy?
Kronador

Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
A WoI staff member could do it for you, but I will do it myself. It is important because it is the best way to get a visual of your WoI.

what is this contest judged by?
Art-50, Story-50, but the other parts are taken into cnsideration.

[chargay]

Name:
Kudahh
(coo-d-a)

Gender:
male

Personality:

. loyal
. kind
. Determined
. strong
. smart
. playfull
. some times cheeky
. will hide behind a fake smile

likes
. sleeping
. his freinds
. eating
. training
. working hard
. being looked up to
. this parents
. swimming
. watching the sun rise
. night time

dislikes

. seeing pups playing with their parents
. krondors
. night mares
. verry hot days
. people being angry at him
. being called a bad warrior
. not being able to protect the people he loves



Story:
Well I don’t remember my parents that well, They died when I was young but what I
do remember is when my mother would curl her long fluffy tail around me every night ,
i remember she had a soft worm voice and I kind loving heart. My mother was a lot different
that the other WOI’s she was quite short with a brown and ginger pelt and shimmering
silver armour that shined in the sun. My farther loved my mother very much and so did I .
my farther was a good warrior and most days he spent out in the forest on petrol and
fighting in the battles. from what I remember we where a perfect family although I was
born n a litter of 1.my friends and family tell me stories about them and how they
would risk their life’s for the pack and where warriors that will be
remembered for centuries, the story keep up my hopes and my
memories and help me become a great warrior
and to train as hard as I can.

I may not remember my parents so well but I doo remember that day,
the day they where murdered. It was a normal day and I was sat in my
den with mother. I hated staying in the den because having no siblings to play
with can get very boring and mother spent most of the day talking to the
other mothers across the corridor in their dens. Mother never let me see the
other pups in their dens .she was scared that I
might get hert or lost. the sun started to fade over the hills and the night
sky began to fade through the suns rays. I herd farther foot steps getting
louder and louder and then her popped his head around the den entrance, my
farther was always funny like that. He had just returned from a battle
.he mother rushed up to him and licked his cheek. It was clear that the battle was
tough because he was week and full of small cute and burses. i reminded my
farther about a promise he gave me. A promise that
when he got back from his fight he would celebrate and take me
to the river and teach me to swim. It was clear that he did not have the strength
to walk that far and he needed rest but he never breaks a promise. I was so exited
and as soon as I set foot out of the den I could feel the energy rush. We walked for
miles and miles and my little legs where about collapse.
Farther offer to carry me but I didn’t want to make him even more tired
so I decided to walk. Soon I could hear the water rushing and I could smell it.
I was so tired existed and by the time I reached the bank I was nodding of.
My mother smiled and said that she didn’t expect me
to stay awake all this way so she carried me into a small
gap in the stuck up roots of a tree where I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up I was not expecting to see that. That my mother
was dead, in a pool of blood not far from where I was sleeping. I ran to her
and hugged her. Mother I shouted but her eyes where just staring off into the
place I was sleeping. I looked around for farther and he was in the
river battered and bloody. I cried and pushed my face into her soft her and
cried out ‘’mother’’. I looked down at my paws and they where dripping
with her blood witch was still warm meaning that she had died not to
long after I woke up. Soon I herd voices and the pack came running
thought the trees and where disgusted at what they saw.
A warrior came to me and grabbed my by my scruff to take me
home but I refused to leave my mothers dead body .they told me
I should leave whilst the Shaman try’s to heal my parents. I went home but
I knew it was too late, my parents where dead and had left but I would always remember .

Every night now from that day I could never sleep properly .
i miss cuddling in my mother’s fur and waiting for farther to
return from battler but I have moved on now and living my life new.
I’m a apprentice now and my trainer said I was doing good for my
age and that if I train a little harder every day I would not be as good
warriors as my parents but even better. From the day my
parents died I made a vow ,a vow that I would grow strong and
protect the pack and to kill the one who murdered my parents, to kill that
Kronadors that escaped the battle and hid waiting for my farther
(sorry for the weak story but writing is one of my weaknesses)

Art:

mother!!
just a coloured ref
sleepy sketch
night walk
:3

What is the name of the woi's enemy?
kronador
Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
i think it is becouse then when you role play people will get a clear idea of what your woi looks like
what is this contest judged by?
story = 50% art 50%

[coffees]

gonna have to drop out, :L
:C

[.|| KenzieBoo5 ||.]

~ { *Reserved for Form* } ~

[waffle02]

Name:
Aureo
oh-RAY-oh

Name Meaning
Gold in Latin

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Aureo is a big sweet heart although his demeanor is quite intimidating. He loves to play with the pups and creatures living in the land. His heart's size is often taken for a weakness by the Warriors and even his "sister". Aureo's large stature always arouse problems for him, starting fights in which he never fought and scaring friends he wished to make, but his sweet personality made up for it in the in. His major qualities that stand out are his kindness, gentle-nature, spirit of duty, loyalty, and heart. However, every WOI has their bad parts, his include shyness, unhostile attitude, lazy moods, and indecisiveness.

Random yet Good to Know Info:
♦He is very large even for a WOI
♦As a pup his parents believed he would be a strong agressive warrior, thus named him "Gold"
♦He had no real siblings (being born strangely as a single pup), however had a good friend he called "sister"


Story:
WIP

Art:
WIP

What is the name of the woi's enemy?
Kronadors

Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines?
Yes to show other WOI members how it looks for roleplays and other stuff, and to visualize your WOI.

what is this contest judged by?
Story (50) and Art (50) and other details taken into consideration

[Reine Des Loups]

Name: Kanyea
Kanyea was inspired by the word: " Canis " ( Latin for Dog )
To many her nickname is Kay.

Why I want: At first I saw the design. I loved it, but thats not what drew me in. Those turqouise eyes rimmed with gold....my favorite colors. Those eyes stared up at me with such happiness it made my heart melt. This was the WoI for me. Im putting all effort into this woi, and I can tell s/he is wildly popular. Yes, I have been excited over others but Im going to give it all for Kaynea. We clicked. Even if I dont win, I will always have that same connection with her. And Jealousy if I dont win. This WoI was made for me.

Gender:
Female. I could see how one could call this beauty Male, but I saw it as a female, mostly by the posture.

Personality:
There are many things that make Kaynea special, those rare gold-trimmed blue eyes, her amazing coat, and other traits I couldn't name.
If you want a good sum, Here is what she is:

Goofy:
Despite Her Mother's death, Kaynea is goofy and silly, much like a puppy.
Some older teens dislike her, they think Kay shrugged off her Mother's death like raindrops.
Although this is not the case, Kaynea simply retorts silenty by playing more.

Unfocused:

Kaynea is not exactly hyper, but she has a hard time focusing on something that lasts longer than an hour.
Kay is distracted easily, if her father went on about her daily lecture a squirrel could keep her intrest.

Happy:
Kay's mother's death had weakend Kaynea those first few hard weeks.
Then, after 4 painful months of mourning, something aroused her mind. I bet mother is a butterfly. A true spirit of Isket.
She told her father this and cheered herself up a bit, although the hole where her mother's love used to be is not fully repaired.

Humble:
Despite her goofiness and unfocused actions, Kay will accept punishments easily, she does not see them as a bad thing. She sees them as a good thing, something that helps you improve.



Likes and Dislikes:

Likes:
Butterflies. The golden color peirces Kanyea;s heart in a good way, Butterbirds remind Kani of her mother's delicate Off-white eyes beauitful voice, and spirited Personality.
Water. One of Kanyea's most precious memories before her parents died were that of she and her mother romping in the white streams of Isket, But water also haunts her in a way. The snow-white color reminds her of ghastly spirits.
Company. Kanyea is not one to like being alone.

Dislikes:
Kronodars. No explanation needed.
There is not much Kanyea dislikes, except for the Kronodars. Kanyea does dislike some wolves that pester her, but she forgives very easily.
Battles. She let her mother die in a battle, and she hates going in them. Even though she fights with all her heart Battles unerve her greatly.

Story:
" Kanyea, are you coming or not?" The bold voice of Rayo cuts across my thoughts. " I guess so..." I mutter. You see, a dangerous group of Kronodars is pushing their boundary to the point of crossing our territory. Rayo has assigned a small cluster of experienced warriors and a couple of teenies to attack them. I am not fond of the idea, although I am comforted by the fact that my mother and father are going. As Rayo barks out assembly orders, I plod behind an excited group of teens. I feel like telling them they may die, but I keep my mouth shut and walk on. Two butterflies with the obvious intentions of cheering me up buzz around my ear. I cant help but suppressing a smile smile, although it turns grim much too early. The butterflies give one last feeble attempt before rocketing high into the sky, highlighting the luxurious moon. I sigh. I would love a night like this, if I wasn't headed for sure slaughter at this battle.
I gulp as the eerie greens of the Kronodar Forest come into sight. The warriors push through the tangle of flora with ease, with no signs of fear at all.
I notice the teenies hang back a bit, and I push through first, bent on showing them that you should go to battle with dignity.
I almost ram into Eskadai as the Warriors halt.
Eskadai gives me a look, then focuses on what Rayo seems to be saying. Since I am so far back, the only things I can hear are:
" We...gave, Dignitiy...Justice," Those mangled words make no sense to me at all.
My heart is in my throat as we continue walking. This is it. I’m dead for sure, I think weakly.
All goes silent...fear races around as Rayo prepares to jump into a cluster of Kronodar, willing us to fight. It seems like no time has past when Rayo yells, “ATTACK!”

I have only managed to break through the undergrowth when I am frozen to the ground. I can’t move, can’t talk, can’t cry, can’t whimper, I can’t do anything. I’m paralysed. It is a miracle a Kronodar doesn't tear me to shreds. I must look to weak for a challenge.
I gawk, but still don’t move, as Soraya receives a fierce blow to the head. I am mesmerised in fear as a steady trickle of blood flows from her mouth. Only one thing takes me out of that trance. A scream.
I whip my head around, Although my paws are stones, and I watch...I watch as my mother is slaughtered before my eyes.
. Mother's off-white eyes. Never, ever again would I see those brilliant eyes again.


Only then do my feet move, but in the wrong direction. Right now my life is horrid. Mother, gone. Father, gone. I’m miserable. I fly through the brush, ignoring the sandburrs that snag my fur and the thistles that dig into my pads, willing to slow me down so I can be a play-toy for Kronodars. Vines whip me in the face, causing blisters and bruises. I just ignore them.
I keep running, right now I have no sense of Direction, Im just running. Running...

Dark is approaching by the times I slow down.
I am reckless, tired, hateful, and sorrowful. I feel anger boiling inside me, but it is cut back by something I fear more than death. I am lost. I choke out something between a sob and a whine, and I have to bit my tongue to stop the tears. "Help!" I choke out. Only echoes answer.

I slump to my knees. I am ruined. Mother; d- oh whats the point. Its not like her dead body could help me anyway.
I just hope I have a quick death.

A light fills the sky. Butterflies. What can those useless things do? I prepare to swat them away, only to discover these butterflies are angry. The ram me in the sides; which doesn't hurt at all, and then they flutter westward, only to dive-bomb me again.

What are you saying? I think solemnly. Then it hits me. Is my pack westward? Is that what your telling me?
I speak this aloud, and in answer the Butterflies spiral high into the air. I follow them as the flutter to the west, my spirits high. I feel like I can conquer anything. Make the Kronodars bow to us, anything the Warriors of Isket want. With help like this, we could be invincible. I am giddy with joy even when the butterflies stop fluttering, although I am not scared to venture through this small piece of Kronodar territory. It’s a little shameful for adventuring here, but I know it by heart.


As I trot through the undergrowth a though sprouts in my mind. Butterflies aren't just butterflies.

Even though the kind Butterflies have steered me to camp grounds, I turn back. I cant let my father deal with Mom's death by himself. I think. I break into a lope, eyes focused,which is rare, muscles ready to attack if nescesarry.
I am alittle more careful about treading on the flora, my father used to say that if you blunder through the forest your going to end up dead by some posinous plant. As I near the battle site, I hear the fighting has stopped. I step through a Juniper Bush tunnel, and find myself looking at three dead Kronodars. The other three must've escaped. I spot my father. He is laying next to Mother, his nose buried in her neck fur. " Father-" I begin. " Kay, it is not your fault. I dont blame you for your Mother's death."
Even though Father's words are kind, I cant get rid of the hole in my heart where Mother's love used to lay. As Rayo spots me, he simply nods his head, and I notice the uncouncious Soraya on his back. " Warriors, we shall leave. " Rayo says, in an almost tired tune. I press close to my father, who has Mother on his back. " Father, we will fight this together. " I say encouragingly. I just get a solemn nod.

Art: Not colored in! Redbirch gave me the lines .3. By Me By Me

What is the name of the woi's enemy? Kronodars. Sometimes called chimera. They reside in their own land, the Kronodar Forest. Even though they have their country they want the WoI's too.

Is it important to color your WoI in the official ref lines? Until TWG90 gets all the WoI's refs, then yes. It is unimportant to color in the giftlines ( Playpose..etc). I would color Kaynea in both.

what is this contest judged by? 50story, 50art.