[wind song]

▪ ▪Congratulations▪ ▪
Captain America.

Despite you already having a Whelkon, you're form blew me away!
I came back today and noticed the art and poem which made me think 'Yep. She's deffinately getting him'.
I just loved it, really touching and such a unique outlook!
He seems like such a great Whelkon I can't not love him now.
Well done!
Beautifully written as always <3 Not to menrion your artistic skills! ^-^
I think Wolfrem and Katona will make amazing friends n.n

Also, anyone who has done art for this Whelkon may give it as fan art to the owner, if you want to. It's up to you, but it'd be a shame to let all the beautiful art go to waste.

▪ ▪Profile▪ ▪
▪ Owner: Captain America.
▪ Name: Katona
▪ Gender: Male
▪ Age: 65
▪ Rarity: Very Rare

▪ ▪Form▪ ▪

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▪ Username:
▪ Whelkon Name:
▪ History (About 200 words):
▪ Personality (About 200 words):
▪ Art or Poem:
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):

Good luck :3

[byyrde]

;A; Why you tempt me so with this gorgeous guy? I am going to have to try out for him now. ;A; The beauty is irresistible.

[wind song]

Mehehe *shrugs*
Because.
That is all :B

And sure, go ahead ^^
He reminds me of bamboo... *-*

[byyrde]

He reminds me of something much different, and something that means so, so much more to me. Will edit more into this form after school. ;w;

▪ Username:
Captain America.

▪ Whelkon Name:
Katona
::The Hungarian word for a 'soldier'::

▪ History (About 200 words):
Katona is a soldier, a warrior in a way. He protects the forests with his life, but in the most peaceful ways possible, risking himself to lure humans away. He was born during a human invasion, and saw the destruction it brought. This affected him inside, but did not change him forever. It only got the snowball rolling, to help him become what he is today.
After he lost his parents, unable to find them in the smoke of the fires of his forest, he was terrified and afraid. The only thing he found to do was sleep, and sleep brought about terrifying nightmares, depicting the smoke and the humans, him trapped in the fires and his parents disappearing like whisps, crackling into the air. He cried out for them, but they were gone. It kept him awake at night.
Soon, though, when he was more of a juvenile, Katona found a group of Whelkon, who gladly accepted him. Travelling with them, he learned that the humans were a forgivable enough species, that with care and caution perhaps the Whelkon would be ready to befriend them. He accepted this, and decided to be a great protector of the forest his group was near. The Whelkon supported him, and therefore that is why he wanders there today, on the outskirts of the group he still travels with, showing humans the way out of the forest, and showing them that a Whelkon means only to protect his home, nothing more, nothing less.
::254 Words ^^"::

▪ Personality (About 200 words):
Katona is strong, silent and brave. But this only covers about a quarter of the true him.
Around his group, the pack he travels with at all times, Katona can be a bit more open than he might otherwise be. He will occasionally let out his feeling on a particular interest, or his opinion, but will normally keep quiet. To the female who accepted him as a child when he arrived in the group, he is much, much more open than anywhere else, even going so far as to tell her if he's afraid or worried.
When around strangers, or when leading humans away from the forests, Katona becomes silent and strong. He doesn't speak much at all, and prefers to give a wordless nod when asked a question. He retains this manner to forget his emotion and fear, because he believes if he falls afraid while showing humans the way away, he'll slip up and end out caught.
This strong change of personality between stages of life also shows Katona to be complicated. He has a very different and mixed up life, and therefore has developed a somewhat complicated personality.
:191 Words ouo::

▪ Art or Poem:

Mist sets in to the forest so deep.
Where, far inside few Whelkon weep.
The forest is safe from human harm.
But not with dangerous weapons and arms.
Standing watchful, like a tower.
Is a Whelkon with some power.
Not a lot, not over the others.
But in a way to help another.
Katona, the soldier, his hooves on the ground.
Let's out a call to assure those around.
He guides humans away, through day and through night.
And treats all with respect, despite this hard plight.
And may there come a day when the humans are gone.
The deeds are all done, the forest left alone.
May there come a day when Katona has won.
He'll thank his people for this job well done.

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
A misty dew hung in the forest, leaving dappled drops across the backs of a group of creatures, going about their daily lives.
One such of the animals shook off his wet armor, allowing it to fall to the litter of the floor. He held his head high and proud, older but still in his prime. He was a Whelkon, and proud to be so.
Katona looked to his group with the usual pleasure he had. Greeting each in turn, he gave each a friendly nudge. The others greeted him the same. As they prepared for their usual routines, one flicked its ears upward. A new Whelkon, younger, raced into the forest, panting. "There are humans. Approaching, with axes to chop our trees!" He cried out, alerting the others. They reacted with surprise, unsure what to do. But Katona knew.
"You need to be careful, friends. Go deeper into the forest and I'll lead them away." He said indignantly. The others looked unsure, but he took off. There was no room for argument.
Katona moved carefully through the forest, and once he spotted the humans, he began making deep braying noises. The humans were greatly confused. Following the noise, Katona moved away leading them off, braying and causing a small commotion. Once out of the forest, he disappeared, leaving the humans alone.
Returning to his group, he nodded to say that they were gone. "It's you who are to thank. If you all hadn't listened and had not run, they may have heard you and not me." He said, as usual acting modest.
The Whelkon returned to their daily lives, their beautiful wood yet again saved.
::276 Words::


▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Well first of all, why wouldn't I want him? Lose the rarity, and he's still so beautiful. I've never seen something quite like him, alluring in a special way. The interest I place in this species is also what drives me. This is right now, the most beautiful Whelkon I have seen, right next to Wolfrem on my scale.
Also, his color. Those gorgeous, wonderful colors. My father is a soldier in the US Army. I am very attached to him, as he is leaving for seven months for training for the army. This guy reminds me so much of what it means to be a soldier. He reminds me of my dad, and thus it makes it impossible not to feel inspired and loving about him.

[wind song]

Haha well it says about 200 :'3
So 300 wont do any harm if you really need it ^^

Oh and a soldier.. that's what I first thought when I colored him this dark emerald color c:
Should be good!
I look foward to it o:

No wories time wise. Im giving these guys more time anywaysc c:

[l o v e l y ~]

▪ Username:

l o v e l y

▪ Whelkon Name:

Acaraho {Uh- car- uh- ho}
'Mountain' in the Cherokee language

▪ History:

The hard bars of the cage were cold on my body. The shivering hadn't stopped since they threw me in here. Suddenly the door opened to the room and light flooded in, my eyes drank it up, they hadn't seen sunlight in weeks. The hard, uncaring hands opened the cage door and drug me out, my hooves skidding on the bars. Suddenly I was outside, sunlight everywhere and green. Oh the green.

But then there was the fence. And the gate. And the being thrown inside of it. But it was better than the cage. Immediately I searched for natural food, not those pellets that tasted of dirt and rocks. Finally. Something grown from the sun, and the earth. The humans said something about "Experimenting with behavior in the wild." Whatever that meant. The blackberries were good, I mean, it made me feel alot better, but the highlight of the day. That was a no-brainer. Seeing those other Whelkon in the bushes.

They said they could help me get free. I was young, I had a chance in the wild. They had been in captivity too long. That night they stretched the fence and let me crawl through. That's when I began my wild life. Sworn to never trusting humans again. But maybe some aren't so bad, afterall. If you can find the right ones to befriend.

{Two hundred twenty six words.}

▪ Personality:

Acaraho prefers not to discuss his past. It doesn't upset him, really. It just kinda makes him angry. That the humans would do that to any living thing. Especially the majestic Whelkon, who should be wild and free forever. Not caged in solitary confinement for life.

He's wary of humans and is on the defense until they befriend him. Which can take a while, even though the trouble is long gone. It gave him a new opinion of life, and he's does all he can to preserve it for everyone. He's very social with other Whelkon and is sweeter than sugar and polite all the time.

He's one of the more friendly Whelkon. And loves the forest. He is great with the Welk and hopes to one day have a little one of his own to raise and teach about the way of life and to be wary of humans, though some can be good.

{One hundred fifty five words.}

▪ Poem:

Mountains, forests
Rivers and trees
Whelkon belong here
Wild and free
Not in a cage, not in a pen
In the wild, to roam the land
Not caged with bars
Or wire or fence
The worst thing to do to the forests' prince
Don't make enemies,
Just make friends
The most loyal of all
'Til the very end

▪ Short Story:

He stopped and looked back at the hard silver wires and laid the thanks on thick to the Whelkon. He hurried to get away so the humans couldn't follow though. Turning around he faced the forest, and chose the thickest place to travel through, not knowing what lie ahead. It was the scariest, but one of the most important, decisions he was to make in the rode ahead.

The first thing he encountered was a river, swift and full from a recent rain. It seemed impossible to cross. Turning back he swung my head around but stopped sharp, was there something crossing that river down there? Taking a few more steps, and then breaking into a run. Frantic, at the sound of the dogs barking from the direction he had come.

Yes. There was a log across the river, not very wide and swaying in the middle. It was risky, but the choices here. Hmm. Dogs or tree? Probably the latter. He stepped out and inched across. There was a crack, then nothing more, and he continued walking. This time, there was no crack, just the flying of splinters as the tree snapped right in the middle. There was no saving him now.

Blinking his eyes, he cleared the fuzziness and light filled his sight, then a shadow made an outline in his vision,"Wake up, young one. You're safe now." Said the voice. A safe voice. A voice that sounded of other Whelkon. Of home.

{Two hundred forty six words.}

▪ Why you want this Whelkon:

This is the second Whelkon I've applied for. The first was Shintou, and this is the one that caught my eye, after she was pronounced PolarAzulTigris's. I loved him and decided to try. I put alot of time in this. I'm afraid the poem isn't the greatest, though. I really did try but I'm just not an amazing poem author. Well, this guy is great. And good luck to Captain America. Thanks for letting me apply, and for making these.

[l o v e l y ~]

Nevermind, I've finished. I don't think it's got the quality to win but you know. May as well give it a go!