Username: wajas

Name of WoI: Journey

Gender: Female

Personality:
Sweet:
Journey is a nice, friendly, and sociable girl who looks for the best in others. She seeks any ways to help or assist others in need. Journey likes to be by a friend's side, comforting them as well as giving them hope. She strives for finding the good side out of the cruel, looking for any nicks and bruises that will reveal the good on the inside. She is usually insistant when guests come to her den, as she tries to please them in any way she can. Journey does have soft spots to little abandoned pups, knowing how they must feel. She is generally a pleasant wolf to be around, as she always plasters a gentle, warm smile on, even if her day is awful.
Couragous:
Journey doesn't appreciate bullying, as she will stand up for the victim. She will lash out when needed, and prove a scolding point. Journey does what she thinks is right, both for herself, and others. She does make mistakes, though, as she might not have heard the details of the bullying clearly. Journey will even use her words to threaten the bully, which usually result in embarassing moments of the teaser. She has certain moments where her courage gets her self esteem, as she would do things that she would never do. She is otherwise a strong, assertive wolf, who will stand up and fight for what is presumably right.
Shy:
Journey does have a shy side, usually expressing it most often. She would sit in the corners, on her own, instead of interacting with others. She finds her own company pleasant, as she can think clear and ponder easily. Journey is a soft-spoken one, she likes to have space, and generally has a talent for being quiet. She rarely speaks, unless it is with a family member or close friend. She likes to hide, or be in the back, waiting until it is the best opprotunity to strike. She is a soft, quiet, and spacous girl that only wants to be left alone.
Intelligent:
Journey is a very smart wolf, solving her own problems, and discovering new solutions. She has a knack for learning, which she uses to the best of her ability, resulting in her high I.Q. Journey often uses her mind to create multiple, yet simple, traps and shelters. She uses the materials around her for her efforting projects. As well as building things, she also is fond of fixing and solving puzzles, problems, and equations; whatever the situation might be. She has a tendency to use complicated words and phrases in her dialect, making it seem harder to interpret her words. Journey overall finds the idea of expanding her mind pleasant, as she is not afriad to do so.

Likes:
*pups*
*helping*
*walking along the white rivers*
*being alone*
*sometimes company*
*learning*
*building things*
*hunting*
*spending time with her father*
*learning more about her mother*
*standing up for others*
*meeting new people*
*hunting*
*swimming*
*cleaning*
*sometimes, when she doesn't care: getting messy*
*singing aloud when she is alone*
*creating and making music, adding some native howls to her beats*
*being praised*
*hearing the history of Isket*
*making mild jests of the kronadors*
*playing with the pups*
*teaching others*
*exploring new territory*

Dislikes:
*sometimes being dirty, unless if she didn't care*
*noisy pups*
*naughty pups*
*mean wolves*
*being teased*
*fighting, but if she must, she will ignore the downfall*
*death*
*the kronador that had ambushed her mother during hunting*
*kronadors in the general*
*rage*
*evil*
*murder, this her huge pet peeve, she hates the sound of that word*
*worries*
*being shy in nature*

Family tree:
mother: Wia father: Liamo | mother: Cilvis father: Grundi
Mother:Agretlaim...........................Father: Bulios
....................>offspring: Journey<...................

Crush/Mate: sadly, none.

Short Story( example at least 20 sentences but not 1-2 pages):
Crunch...Crunch Crunch...Crunch! echoed my loud, agile footsteps, each time they landed upon the cold, dry foliage of the earth. I let out a small whimper, as the predator gave chase, it's snorts and growls filling the air after my noisy feet. I swished my tail, as the moon bathed my back in its light, giving off an eery shadow at all the trees and plants arround me. The kronador lifted its head up, arching its neck, and bellowed a piercing roar, snorting heavily in anguish as it ran faster and faster, gaining up onto my shadow. I glanced back for one, sorrowful second, until I closed my eyes, blinking. When I opened them, I had a new rush of energy, filling my marrow with hope. I furrowed my brow, and, with that, continued the chase. I jumped, leaped, ducked, climbed, and even swam through various natural obstaces. Yet, the kronador still gave chase, without faltering each time. The kronador soon got out of the water, after I had led it through a lightly flowing stream, and shwished its tail in fury. I had now grown tired once more, from all the terrains I led the furocious predator through. I began to pant, my mind faltering over the basic movements of my legs; as I began having to give large portions of energy to do such simple leg movements.
"Oh no," I mumbled, despair hitting my bones like ice on trees. I didn't have much energy left, too little to fully run, too little to even jog. I shook my head, once, twice, three times, before continuing to trudge on, not even caring if my body gave out. You can do this, I encouraged myself, despite feeling heavier and heavier with each step. The kronador was only a foot behind me, its eyes filled with satisfaction, happy for my defeat. It soon was right in front of me. Looking up into its eyes, my leg faltered, and I soon slipped onto the cold ground with a muffled crash. The kronador smiled, revealing its sharp, jagged teeth. It made a sharp cry of victory, its prehistoric and not-developed speech revealed a hint of revenge. Walking ever-so closer, it soon lifted its claws up, and slashed the air, getting closer, and closer, to me................................................................
Waking up with a start, Journey fluttered her eyes, ears perked up in an alert manner. "OI!" she yelled, sweat drenching her fur. She looked around her, the soft chirps of birds, as well as the calm rustles of leaves told her it was a dream. She let out a long sigh, glad it wasn't real. "Oh, what strange dreams I have..." she said, getting up with a long yawn. Journey stretched her body out, her rump in the air as her chest and neck were on the ground. She felt her muscles tense, before they relaxed, and she stood up. Her tail uncurled from its position during her adventurous slumber, and hung down to her knees, halfway down her legs. She flicked an ear, disregarding the buzzing fly with disgust.
Get away from me! she thought, and watched as the fly buzzed some more, before leaving, flying through the air as a small speck. Journey shook her head slowly, before she walked over to her kill pile, extracting a plump grey squirrel. She trotted over to her favorite spot, under a big, green pine. she gently layed the squirrel at the base of the tree, before sitting next to it, and began to devour the carcass. Journey finished quickly, wasting no time to practice her maneuvers for fighting. She first discarded the remains of her meal in a nearby bush, before putting on her oak training armor, hearing the remnant clanks of each plate. The armor absorbed little light, gleaming bumpily in the sunlight. The smooth edges of the wood, over-layed with the bumpy lines of age, revealed an ancient beauty. Journey simply shrugged, adjusting the straps of the armor with her mouth. Once she saw they were comfortably positioned on her, she bowed, wagging her tail. The sunlight entered her eyes, and she squinted, before she jumped up, slowly doing a spiral flip into the air. The oak training armor clanked silently, as each plate brushed against each other from her movements. The wind coarsed through her fur, and gently shook the armor as she landed. Journey landed with a small thump, followed by the echoing clangs of her armor. She closed her eyes, smiling at her achievement.
I finally did it! Father will be so happy! her mind praised, spreading it around her body in eager pleasure. She opened her eyes, flicking her ears as she heard the clapping of paws. Turning, she discover it was her father. Bulios.
"Well done, my little angel," he applauded, revealing his ivory canines. Bulios smiled some more, as he saw his daughter, Journey, blush a rosy shade of red. He padded over to her, and lashed his tail out in dominance, rubbing it under Journey's chin in a playful manner. Journey tried to keep a straight face, but ended up smiling.
"Thank you, father," she giggled, and bowed to him. Bulios snickered. The male was wearing his silver armor, decorated with sapphire jewels and sequines, as well as some sky blue plates on the armor, with intricate designs. His armor was made of light metal, yet strong like iron. Bulios smiled through his helmet, and put an arm out, bradishing his silver bracer.
"Journey," he began, his tone gentle and smooth like silk, "When you get your armor, I will teach all the secrets I use for fighting, as well as the most ancient method of fighting." Bulios then set his paw down, the bracer reflecting rays of light from the sun, and soon darkened as the looming shadows of trees casted over it. His creme coat grew a pale white in the light.
Journey smiled in glee. She always dreamed of being trained by her father, especially upon the many tales and stories of fighting the brute told her when she was a pup. She remembered the various snarls, howls, as well as yelps Bulios made during the story-telling, to inhance the feeling.
"So," Journey began, as she paced around her father in mere amusment, "When I get my armor, you
will train me, right?" she asked, wanting to make sure. Journey stopped pacing as she met her father's gaze, exchanging a series of memories and oral sayings between their eyes. Bulios tilted his head for a moment, staring up into the sky in deep thought. He then stomped a paw on the ground, and smiled at Journey warmly, "Of course....why wouldn't I?"
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Day One: Puppy years"
How will I be sure you won't abandon us?" The silky, enforced tone of Journey's mother, Agretliam, said. The female swished her tail, as her newly born pup nursed without hesitation. Agretliam glanced down at her pup, before glaring gently up at Bulios. "well?"
Bulios huffed, and smiled warmly, licking his mate's cheek with love. "Agretliam, I would never leave you and the child. Never," his youthful voice showed truth as well as honesty, for he always wanted a mate and family, never to be alone. He loved the idea of continuing his genes, creating a new generation of wolves. Alas, Agretliam only gave birth to one, but one was all he needed. Bulios took in the image of a future warrior and smiled as Agretliam's stern face softened; she was relieved.
"Good. I really need you by my side," she paused, and looked at her daughter once more, before returning her gaze to Bulios. "You need to be here for our daughter," she said, a tear emerging from her eye.
Bulios smiled softly, and licked the tear away. "I will..Even if you are gone, I will always be there for her," he said, and he layed beside Agretliam, setting his head on her back. Agretliam didn't even flinch, but softly smiled. "That's good to hear," she sighed, and rested her head upon her gentle, small paws. The den's lighting slowly deminished, until it was lighted up by a small, tended fire in the corner of the room. This was the last room, out of the hundreds in their den. Agretliam and Bulios both agreed on the idea of keeping it in the back as to aviod predators.
Agretliam closed her eyes, letting the seeping energy of her dreams evade her conscience. Bulios, on the other hand, merely sighed, and with that, he also went to sleep, dreaming of his future warrior.
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Week seven: Puppy Years".....
Sorry to inform you, Bulios, but during the hunting mission..your mate, Agretliam, has passed on. She was ambushed by a kronador, and too far for us to make it in time," a grey wolf by the stature of four feet spoke, his voice full of despair and sympathy. He hid his tai between his legs, and bowed to Bulios, "I am sorry for your loss. She was a great hunter," he said, hoping to brighten the subject.
Bulios sighed, a furious expression full of despair contorted his face. He nodded to the messenger, who then trotted away from the den. Bulios sat down, and softly began to cry, letting the tears stream down his face, and hit the ground, making an opaque puddle. A soft pad of paws was heard behind him, and he quickly turned, to see his daughter. Bulios softened his muscles in his face, now revealing a sad expression. "Sweetie...what are you doing up this late?" he cooed, as he tened the fire, so there was more light.
The pup shivered, and then answered, "......nwightmare...." she soon walked closer to her father, and raised her eye brows, concerned. She sat in front of Bulios, and tilted her head, noticing his tears. "Daddie...what's wong?" she asked, wanting to help.
Bulios plastered on a fake smile, hoping it was convincing. "Nothing, my love...Now, let me tuck you in," he said, and trotted to the den she was born in, carrying the pup for the whole trip. He then entered the whelping den, and set the pup down on the bed made of rabbit pelts. He soonn walked over to the fire in the corner, and tended to it, making it dim. Bulios walked back to his sleepy daughter, and kissed her forhead, nuzzling her. "Sleep, now, Journey," he smiled warmly. Journey just closed her eyes, and curled into a ball.
Bulios smiled at his daughter, and began to hum a soft tune, "
Back in the woods,
there lived a fae.
Beautiful in every way.
She had no love, no family, no home.
So she wandered, looking for a brute.
Then one day she found him, a fine looking lad, and she became his mate.
They lived happily, and howled in the night...."
Bulios finished the melody by kissing his daughter's cheek, and walking back to the entrance of the den. But, before he walked out of the whelping den, he turned, "Good night," he said, and then set off to the entrance of his den. He soon regained his sad, mopey additude, and continued to cry. He softly whined, feeling a part of his soul dissapear. "...What..why did you go..?" he looked up into the starry night, and pleaded. His ears were folded back in remorse, his most beloved was gone.
gone...dissapeared...what a dangerous word.. he thought, a twinge of nothingness emerged as he cried of his deceased mate. He layed down, and continued to cry, letting his anger and emotions out. He soon paused after a while of crying: how was he going to take care of Journey? Give her to the pup sitters and be gone?
You need to be here for our daughter... those words struck his mind like a sharpened knife to paper. He caught his tongue, unable to say anyting. He had promised his mate that he would be there for her...and for Journey...sending her to the pup sitters would be betrayal, as well as denial. He furrowed his brow, and determined expression hardened his face out of its previous misery. "I will do this for Agretliam. For Journey." And with that, Bulios headed back inside, the warm, summer breeze wafting in.
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Six Months: Childhood begins"Journey! Come on!" Bulios barked, as he jumped over a log, looking for his child. He landed with a silent wumpth, and glanced around, whisking his tail in frusturation. He only wanted to talk to his daughter....How hard was that when you are in the woods with a six month old wolf? Apparently, it was extremely difficult. Even with Bulios's patience, he grew agitated, and howled out loud in fury. "Journey!" he barked, his fur standing on end. He pawed the ground with his left paw, hearing the remnant scrape of leaves and dirt against his claws. He soon looked up, hearing a low rustle in the bushes nearby. He grinned, knowing what tricks his daughter was playing. Croutching, Bulios made his way to the bush steathily, amd then pounced, yelling, "I got you!" He landed, and to his dismay, scared five small birds, which flew up and out of the bushes, into the sky. Bulios shook his head shamefully, how could he have mistaken birds for his daughter? He ruffled his coat, a wave of fur rising and falling spread across his spine, and stopped at the base of his tail. He took a moment to gather the information of the flying birds, and stood, walking out of the bushes. Once he got out, his muscles relaxed, his adrenaline rush was over. A calm demeanor took its place instead.
"Boo!" yelled a little fae, as she jumped onto Bulios's back. He yipped, unaware of the girl's stealth. He soon smiled, and chuckled, as he heard his daughter laugh along as well.
"Did I scare you?" Journey asked, her wide blue eyes filled with excitement. She jumped off her father, and landed in front of him, listening to his deep, throaty chuckle.
"Why yes, yes you did," Bulios answered, smiling at his daughter. He licked her cheek, getting rid of a smudge of dirt. The young fae squealed at this action, pawing Bulios's muzzle in return. "You are my little warrior, hm?" he said, as he finished licking Journey's cheek. Journey nodded, and stood up, a couragous smile spread across her face. Bulios watched his daughter in interest, he had never noticed, but shelooked a lot like her mother. Her soft, creamy pelt, as well as her blue eyes were the dominant traits of Agretliam, although the markings were from himself, Bulios.
Journey just continued to smile, and answered, "I am your warrior, daddy! I will fight kronandors!" she then did a flip, and landed on her paws, giggling. She swished her tail, and looked up at her father, smiling softly as he looked down at her with interest.
"Nice job! Can you hunt?" Bulios asked, praising his daughter with pride. They had bonded exceptionally since Agretliam passed, exchanging memories, details, problems, as well as stories. They usually slept near eachother, as Bulios would keep guard over his daughter, and make sure she was alright. He never wanted to lose anyone or anything else, especially family. Journey was the only wolf he had, and he guarded her with his own life, not even taking no for an answer.
Journey shook her head sadly, "No, I don't, daddie," she answered, wanting to actually please him, rather than dissapoint him. She folded her ears back, and rolled on her back in a submissive gesture, waiting for her father's scolding. But, nothing came, except a gentle laugh. Curious, Journey stood back up, glancing up at Bulios.
Bulios shook his head, and tapped Journey's forhead with his paw, "I won't hurt you, sweety!" he exclaimed. Journey turned a rosy red from embarassment, and soon regained her creamy color. Bulios smiled some more, and continued his dialogue, "Anyways...Would you like to know how to?"
Journey's eyes lit up eagerly, as she yipped excitedly. "Yes! Yes, daddy!" she squealed, wagging her tail madly. She jumped up, and like a hyperactive squirrel, she made a chirp-like sound, and then layed down on her back, smiling up at her father. Bulios laughed, and nuzzled her.
"Come on, I will teach you...
tomorrow," he answered, Bulios then got up, and trotted away, with Journey trailing behind.
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The next day..."
You need to use your hind legs like this when you are to tackle," Bulios said, as he demonstrated with a fallen pine. He jumped up, and landed onto it, digging his hind claws into the crevices of the bark, some flying off. He disregarged the flying bark, and used his forepaws to scratch the pine tree. The scratch made a loud snapping sound, as the claws interacted with the wood. Bulios then hopped off, and walked beside his daughter. "See? That is how you tackle an enemy or prey," he smiled. Whisking his tail, Bulios walked a bit further, before sitting down to watch. "Now...You try..." he smiled warmly. He wanted to train his daughter at an early age, because
it will come to value some day.. as he puts it. Bulios quickly turned his head, looking over the ocean-colored grass, to see if any predators were around. He would usually keep a full look-out, protecting Journey, but, on some occasions, he had to scare away the lingering Kronandor. Bulios didn't want another live lost, so he kept his eyes peeled thruout the day. Looking at his daughter's eager face, he couldn't help but smile.
Journey giggled, and stepped farther back, until she was at a running distance. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly, to calm herself. She tightened her muscles, getting ready to run.
On three... her mind declared.
One...two....three! Journey abbruptly opened her eyes, and, like a spring, jumped up, running to the tree. She smiled as the wind coarsed through her silky fur, mixing and combing her hair. She swished her tail quickly, before she jumped, and landed on the log. She felt her hind legs flatten on the wod, claws digging into the bark. She mimked her father, as, she too, scratched at the log. She scratched somewhat near Bulios's mark, and hopped off, smiling. Journey smirked with accomplishment, and waved her suave tail under her father's nose, making him sneeze. With a giggled, Journey spoke, "Now..
That's how you do it."
Bulios smiled, and pawed Journey's face. "Oh, really? Says Mrs.Knows-it-all," he chuckled, and retreated playfully, as Journey lashed out with her teeth, smiling happily. She laughed, and ran about, smiling as Bulios chased after her. Journey jumped over a log on her fleeting plight. She stumbled over bushes in a graceful, yet brisk manner, as Bulios's figure was rushing behind her.
Bulios continued to chase, tongue lolling out happily, as he tracked down his daughter. He mimicked her jumps and actions, but didn't falter, instead, he rode through agilely, without a peep. His paws hit the ground hard, after he had jumped over the log. Bulios ran some more, until he was two feet away from tired Journey. Grinning, he launched himself into the air, and sent Journey and himself sprawling to the ground.
Journey squealed at the surprise attack, and kicked her feet as she was sent to the ground. She then got up, shook her fur of any dust, and giggled, surprised her father could do that. "Wow...you are like
lightning..." she giggled.
Bulios merely nodded, already up. "Now that we have a mutual understanding, let us train," and with that, the two continued their day training.
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Art:







for an animation I didArmor Sketch(will stay the later armor!):
Old Armor concept (decided not to use it, didn't really fit her personality)

New Armor concept:

All the drawings above are mine, and I am sorry that they aren't colored, I couldn't find the suitable colors. (Except the Armor sketch, though, I had actually found pretty close colors)

Three Infos about W.o.I.:
The warriors each get their own armor, different from the rest.
Their enemies are the Kronadors.
The dens they inhabit look rather simple, but on the inside, they are a labyrinth of tunnels.

Theme Song:
Howling SkyShe's pretty. <3
Sorry if the story is too long, I needed to add importanat events in her life, so far.