[Neara]

info: regular ears and long tail, what you see is the un-shaded version of the WoI because the shaded was too confusing for this design :p

O w n e r:
randomzness

W O I N a m e:
Kepstel

G e n d e r:
Male

P e r s o n a l i t y:

Kep is a shy guy when meeting people but by himself is adventurous, mischeivous and outgoing, often playing pranks on others who never suspect the shy little Kep. On the rare occasions when Kep starts a friendship he is quiet up himself, but soon turns into an outgoing sweet guy who loves to make jokes (both good and bad). Kep doesn't like initiating conflict but when he gets into a fight he gets a bit out of control, attacking with bloodlust. When he gets out of a fight he has disjointed memories of what passed. This doesn't bother him too much though, so long as he didn't hurt anyone he cared about he is fine with it. Kep also has always been thought of as a bit 'special', talking to himself, often resulting in lengthy arguments, sudden mood changes and sometimes refferring to himself as 'he'. Many suspect mulitple personality but you'll never get a straight answer for him. Especially when he is in the mood for riddles. He is an outcast, keeping to the edges of the pack due to a tendancy for solitude and ostracism from many of the older warriors. This doesn't bother Kep at all, after all, he always has himself to talk to when he gets lonely.

S t o r y / H i s t o r y:

This is the story of the start of my life; how i got here, how i met black and white, as i remember it... i think. My parents were nomadic, caring little for the "discordant frippary that is the mainstream life of a pack", so i was raised different to the others. Hunting was harder so moslt we scavenged or stole from other predators and just as often they stole from us. One Winter we had gone an especially long time without food. Inconsequential to myself, i was far too busy growling back at my stomach. Father had gone off to get food and mother was left to care for me. I was playing with a bug was... well i dunno, i was playing with the bug. Suddenly something distracted me from my game, a cry, a sound of pain. Mother stood up immediately and rushed off, me trotting to follow her. What we found over the next rise changed that life, while trying to steal food from some large green hissing things my father had been attacked, and killed. My mother roared with such fury and flung herself into battle...

I stared down at the frenzy, blood so much blood, she coudn't make it, she was dying, they were toying with her. I was gripped, paralysed with fear. I retreated deeper and deeper into myself, but could not drown out those cries. Pain and fear whirled inside me, and something new, something feirce... was this anger? My vision washed red, red as the blood that spattered artsully stark against the ground. I'd kill them, i'd kill them all. I let out a growl i didn't know i could make and prepared myself to run to battle.

Well, what is this? Don't do that stupid, you'll kill us both and i have no desire to wind up dead for the rest of time. I stopped, dumstruck. Someone had spoke, but not to my ears, to my thoughts, that prescence, it was blindingly bright, white hot. Something i felt i should but couldn't escape. Why do you have to be so self centered?! Can't you see the poor one is in the midst of a crisis, well dear, who are you? This second voice was different. Dark as night, enveloping me in safety and comfort, i felt i could dwell in that prescence forever. Who... who are you two? I was ignored, they had turned to bickering with each other.
...Well the least he could do is go in there and get himself killed already so i can stop having to listen to you!.
Well, at least you don't have to deal with yourself, yo just haveto announce your prescence, make sure everyone knows your there because your so amazing don't you? This last overly sarcastic. This wouldn't do, how was i to get their attention if they didn't even give me a name to call them by. Well if they wouldn't give me theirs i would give them names. Only two words seemed fitting for these two. WHITE AND BLACK WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?! The voices stopped, dumstruck and i felt their focus on me. You dare name us?! This from white, the more obnoxious of the two.
Well, i couldn't call you your actual names, you havn't given them to me yet.
Speak for yourself! You havn't even supplied yours! I shrinked back from that voice and found black there, the prescence ready to protect me from the harsh white. Well, if you wish to name us by our natures we shall do the same to you. Black's voice wasn't mean, but kind, trying to help me along in a situation i was uncertain in. We shall call you Red.
Red?
Yes, for that was your presence when first we felt you, all... red. I couldn't argue with that, it was true. I heard a cry of pain and turned my attentions outwards to look down on my mother. Her dying breath fogged the air before her as she cried in a hoarse voice "RUN!". I did as she said, after all, i had always gotten in so much trouble after disobeying mother. I heard a sickening cracking sound behind me but didn't look back. I didn't want to see them snapping my mother's bones. I felt sick. Tears streamed down my face. Don't worry, just keep running, don't look back, don't worry... Blacks calm reassurances spurred me on into the night.

I had run until my legs had given out, then I just lay there curled up in a ball and shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't understand this, how could everything have changed just like that? And who were these creatures in my mind? I was frightened, it was just me, my mother wasn't there to curl up around me, lick him and tell me i was alright, my father was gone, not protecting me, who would [protect me? A calm embrace filled his mind as Black tried to comfort him. Don't worry, Red, we will always be here for you. I felt White's scorn for the sentiment but the relief of knowing he wouldn't be alone outweighed any harsh feelings White might have tried to sow in him. I would be alright, I had Black and White.... well, White wasn't much comfort but he would help if it meant saving his own skin, and I felt that it would come to that.

The months passed by and with the help from Black and White i got along well. What had seemed a frightening prospect became my life, and I lived it well. Then one day things changed. I had been hunting, and had caught a great prize. I didn't know what it was called by others; mother and father hadn't been there to teach me these things, but in the spirit of naming that had led me to call them black and white, and them to call me Red, we named it a thumper, for the sound its feet made when it ran along the ground. Thump, Thump, Thump, then Thud when i tackled it to the ground. It smelt and tasted good, but every now and then the blood on my nose made me sneeze. This made Black laugh a merry tinkling feeling and White perceive us as if we were made. Then i heard the growling, hissing sound. I had only heard that sound once before. I froze. A trembling starting in my legs as the creature emerged from the scrub. It wanted my food. But it was my food, it shouldn't steal it, i wouldn't have anything to eat then and then i would be hungry. We should run, it just wants the food. It was Black, trying to get me to do something, but i was paralyzed with fear. Your just going to stand there and let it get you?! What about us, what happens to us if you die?! White was furious, but still i stood and still they came closer. Then, it spurred into action, racing across the ground towards me. That was the first time I felt Black truly angry. How dare it attack me?! White took her rage as encouragement and added his own to the mix. Your going to let it kill you and eat you, let your blood stain the grass, just like the thumper, just like your father and mother! That did it, the red haze came back, the first time since my parents had been killed, except this time i acted on it with Black and White encouraging me. A snarl ripped from my throat as i leapt forward to meet it's attack. It wasn't expecting that, but it recovered quickly and pinned me with its claws. I turned my head, latching onto its arm. It screamed an unearthly sound and pulled back from me. I immediately got to my feet and launched another attack, snapping at its feet, and then, launching myself at its throat. The beast screamed as i gripped it and i felt its teeth scrape my back as it tried to bite me. Then, i bit down as hard as i could, crushing its windpipe. It made a gurgling sound as it died and i breathed hoarsely until the haze retreated and i was myself again. Well as much myself i could be with two others sharing my thoughts. It was only then that i studied the body. It was a small one, probably young and i had killed it. I contemplated it more for a second, then turned back merrily to my food, Black and White an astonished silence in my mind.

Soon i found the warriors, i was intrigued by these other wolves and followed often from a distance. They didn't seem to see me as much of a threat, but still, Black and White were suspicious of them and we kept our distance. Soon we were accepted as just being there. Words were tossed around about us, mad, unstable, strange but I cared little. I had Black and White to talk to, I didn't need those who would shy away from us so. Still Black and white thought it was best i stayed with them, they didn't like the idea of me coming across more or bigger monsters. And that is where i remained, and am now. These other's fascinate me, so lonely with just them to think with,how do they deal without ones such as Black and White? Ill never know, it is a source of endless curiosity for me. Always will be i guess.

[3000feet]

Username: 3000feet

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[Green Arrow]

Username: nessie.
Name: Keet
Gender: Male
Personality: Keet is a very focused and determined warrior. The fact that he is just a youngling doesn't deter him in the least. He strives to prove himself to those around him

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[randomzness]

U s e r n a m e:
randomzness

N a m e:
Kepstel

G e n d e r:
male

P e r s o n a l i t y:

Kep is a shy guy when meeting people but by himself is adventurous, mischeivous and outgoing, often playing pranks on others who never suspect the shy little Kep. On the rare occasions when Kep starts a friendship he is quiet up himself, but soon turns into an outgoing sweet guy who loves to make jokes (both good and bad). Kep doesn't like initiating conflict but when he gets into a fight he gets a bit out of control, attacking with bloodlust. When he gets out of a fight he has disjointed memories of what passed. This doesn't bother him too much though, so long as he didn't hurt anyone he cared about he is fine with it. Kep also has always been thought of as a bit 'special', talking to himself, often resulting in lengthy arguments, sudden mood changes and sometimes refferring to himself as 'he'. Many suspect mulitple personality but you'll never get a straight answer for him. Especially when he is in the mood for riddles.

He is an outcast, keeping to the edges of the pack due to a tendancy for solitude and ostracism from many of the older warriors. This doesn't bother Kep at all, after all, he always has himself to talk to when he gets lonely.

S t o r y / H i s t o r y:

This is the story of the start of my life; how i got here, how i met black and white, as i remember it... i think. My parents were nomadic, caring little for the "discordant frippary that is the mainstream life of a pack", so i was raised different to the others. Hunting was harder so moslt we scavenged or stole from other predators and just as often they stole from us. One Winter we had gone an especially long time without food. Inconsequential to myself, i was far too busy growling back at my stomach. Father had gone off to get food and mother was left to care for me. I was playing with a bug was... well i dunno, i was playing with the bug. Suddenly something distracted me from my game, a cry, a sound of pain. Mother stood up immediately and rushed off, me trotting to follow her. What we found over the next rise changed that life, while trying to steal food from some large green hissing things my father had been attacked, and killed. My mother roared with such fury and flung herself into battle...

I stared down at the frenzy, blood so much blood, she coudn't make it, she was dying, they were toying with her. I was gripped, paralysed with fear. I retreated deeper and deeper into myself, but could not drown out those cries. Pain and fear whirled inside me, and something new, something feirce... was this anger? My vision washed red, red as the blood that spattered artsully stark against the ground. I'd kill them, i'd kill them all. I let out a growl i didn't know i could make and prepared myself to run to battle.

Well, what is this? Don't do that stupid, you'll kill us both and i have no desire to wind up dead for the rest of time. I stopped, dumstruck. Someone had spoke, but not to my ears, to my thoughts, that prescence, it was blindingly bright, white hot. Something i felt i should but couldn't escape. Why do you have to be so self centered?! Can't you see the poor one is in the midst of a crisis, well dear, who are you? This second voice was different. Dark as night, enveloping me in safety and comfort, i felt i could dwell in that prescence forever. Who... who are you two? I was ignored, they had turned to bickering with each other.
...Well the least he could do is go in there and get himself killed already so i can stop having to listen to you!.
Well, at least you don't have to deal with yourself, yo just haveto announce your prescence, make sure everyone knows your there because your so amazing don't you? This last overly sarcastic. This wouldn't do, how was i to get their attention if they didn't even give me a name to call them by. Well if they wouldn't give me theirs i would give them names. Only two words seemed fitting for these two. WHITE AND BLACK WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?! The voices stopped, dumstruck and i felt their focus on me. You dare name us?! This from white, the more obnoxious of the two.
Well, i couldn't call you your actual names, you havn't given them to me yet.
Speak for yourself! You havn't even supplied yours! I shrinked back from that voice and found black there, the prescence ready to protect me from the harsh white. Well, if you wish to name us by our natures we shall do the same to you. Black's voice wasn't mean, but kind, trying to help me along in a situation i was uncertain in. We shall call you Red.
Red?
Yes, for that was your presence when first we felt you, all... red. I couldn't argue with that, it was true. I heard a cry of pain and turned my attentions outwards to look down on my mother. Her dying breath fogged the air before her as she cried in a hoarse voice "RUN!". I did as she said, after all, i had always gotten in so much trouble after disobeying mother. I heard a sickening cracking sound behind me but didn't look back. I didn't want to see them snapping my mother's bones. I felt sick. Tears streamed down my face. Don't worry, just keep running, don't look back, don't worry... Blacks calm reassurances spurred me on into the night.

I had run until my legs had given out, then I just lay there curled up in a ball and shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't understand this, how could everything have changed just like that? And who were these creatures in my mind? I was frightened, it was just me, my mother wasn't there to curl up around me, lick him and tell me i was alright, my father was gone, not protecting me, who would [protect me? A calm embrace filled his mind as Black tried to comfort him. Don't worry, Red, we will always be here for you. I felt White's scorn for the sentiment but the relief of knowing he wouldn't be alone outweighed any harsh feelings White might have tried to sow in him. I would be alright, I had Black and White.... well, White wasn't much comfort but he would help if it meant saving his own skin, and I felt that it would come to that.

The months passed by and with the help from Black and White i got along well. What had seemed a frightening prospect became my life, and I lived it well. Then one day things changed. I had been hunting, and had caught a great prize. I didn't know what it was called by others; mother and father hadn't been there to teach me these things, but in the spirit of naming that had led me to call them black and white, and them to call me Red, we named it a thumper, for the sound its feet made when it ran along the ground. Thump, Thump, Thump, then Thud when i tackled it to the ground. It smelt and tasted good, but every now and then the blood on my nose made me sneeze. This made Black laugh a merry tinkling feeling and White perceive us as if we were made. Then i heard the growling, hissing sound. I had only heard that sound once before. I froze. A trembling starting in my legs as the creature emerged from the scrub. It wanted my food. But it was my food, it shouldn't steal it, i wouldn't have anything to eat then and then i would be hungry. We should run, it just wants the food. It was Black, trying to get me to do something, but i was paralyzed with fear. Your just going to stand there and let it get you?! What about us, what happens to us if you die?! White was furious, but still i stood and still they came closer. Then, it spurred into action, racing across the ground towards me. That was the first time I felt Black truly angry. How dare it attack me?! White took her rage as encouragement and added his own to the mix. Your going to let it kill you and eat you, let your blood stain the grass, just like the thumper, just like your father and mother! That did it, the red haze came back, the first time since my parents had been killed, except this time i acted on it with Black and White encouraging me. A snarl ripped from my throat as i leapt forward to meet it's attack. It wasn't expecting that, but it recovered quickly and pinned me with its claws. I turned my head, latching onto its arm. It screamed an unearthly sound and pulled back from me. I immediately got to my feet and launched another attack, snapping at its feet, and then, launching myself at its throat. The beast screamed as i gripped it and i felt its teeth scrape my back as it tried to bite me. Then, i bit down as hard as i could, crushing its windpipe. It made a gurgling sound as it died and i breathed hoarsely until the haze retreated and i was myself again. Well as much myself i could be with two others sharing my thoughts. It was only then that i studied the body. It was a small one, probably young and i had killed it. I contemplated it more for a second, then turned back merrily to my food, Black and White an astonished silence in my mind.

Soon i found the warriors, i was intrigued by these other wolves and followed often from a distance. They didn't seem to see me as much of a threat, but still, Black and White were suspicious of them and we kept our distance. Soon we were accepted as just being there. Words were tossed around about us, mad, unstable, strange but I cared little. I had Black and White to talk to, I didn't need those who would shy away from us so. Still Black and white thought it was best i stayed with them, they didn't like the idea of me coming across more or bigger monsters. And that is where i remained, and am now. These other's fascinate me, so lonely with just them to think with,how do they deal without ones such as Black and White? Ill never know, it is a source of endless curiosity for me. Always will be i guess.



T h r e e f a c t s:

WOI's have three tail types, long, normal and husky

Teenage WOI's start with wooden training armor before progressing to real armor when they achieve a rank

WOI's from the pound can have a maximum of 3 pups

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i told myself i wouldnt, but i couldnt resist, this design is just amazing!! Also Nea i hope you don't mind that i gave him an earring, if you want i can get rid of it tho :3

[Ralonica]

Username:

Ralonica

Name:

Chase

Chase is an English name, that can be a name or a surname. It means "warrior", or "huntsman".
Chase is a name very close to me. I don't know why... it just... is. I first came across it, when I needed a name for a male character in a story I was writing. I thought of the name "Chase", and it thrilled me when I discovered it's an actual name. It's such a beautiful, rare name, and I absolutely love it. It has so much meaning, so much feeling behind it rather than just "warrior", and the name is snuggled right there, close to my heart, with the stories and legends that surround that old name. I think it suits this WoI perfectly, slipping in with those amazing colours and markings. It fits this 'warrior', this fighter, in so many ways, I just couldn't let it go.

Gender:

Male

I believe that this warrior is a boy. I just can't see it any other way. Those vivid stripes, the gleaming eyes... in my mind, it just fits. It frustrates me when people can only see the feminine side, when there is so much behind each character. Female characters outnumber the males by far, when each gender is equal, when there is nothing more special about being a girl than a guy.

Personality:

Chase is a strong, confident WoI whose boisterous disposition and leadership skills help him gain high status within the other young wolves. Like a large amount of young 'Teenies', he spends a lot of his time around the other boys, getting up to all sorts of things with the rowdy group. His attractive appearance and personality have led him to become one of the leaders of the group, and the other young males look up to him. Chase can never resist a fight, if it's with Kronadors, or a playful battle with the other males, he's usually in the thick of it, even when it gets ugly. Due to this, he isn't a very good peacemaker, but if there is a cruel sense about the fight, that the battle's unfair and the others are picking on a smaller wolf, he'll get in there, and change the situation, stopping the fight. By the way he casually changes the topic, and comes up with a new alternative, the other wolves don't get the inkling that he's standing up for the weaker wolf. But when with the group, his energetic behaviour leads others to fear him, steering clear of him, as well as the other 'bullies', when they don't realise that they only see a snippet of his golden personality. They base his personality on the stereotypes they've heard, that he's cruel to the weakling, vicious, and damages others to please his peers. But what they don't realise is his heart of gold, his leadership skills - he lacks the strength and power of a first-in-command, but he has the words, personality and confidence which makes him an amazing second-hand leader. Some may think that his attractive coat would lead to vanity, but although he is proud of his coat, he isn't fussed about his appearance, and much to the surprise of others, he quite enjoys getting messed up and dirty. He isn't very pushy, and is quite relaxed about many things, so when things get tense and panic drives in, he'll have a cool head, and be easily restoring order in chaos. He isn't the one to stress, which amazes others when he calmly watches over stressful situations. Chase is quite forgiving, and won't count wrongs, but there is the rare, rare occasion in which someone will niggle him too much, push him over the edge, and once that happens, there is no going back. He holds these grudges forever - the offenders usually have insulted him or his close friends and family, which hold a special place in his heart which he protects fiercely. Needless to say, he is very loyal, to his pack and to his friends and family, and sticks up for them, confidently. Unfortunately, though, Chase is a bit blind to other's feelings - he often can't see when someone's upset, or when his jovial comments may turn offensive. He blunders about, often accidentally hurting others, but he has a sharp conscience, a thirst for forgiveness, which he expresses frequently - wolves too shy to tell him outright that they've been hurt will often be hurt again, accidentally, and rather than being offended when his wrongdoings are shoved in his face, he becomes very grateful, thankful that he was alerted.

Overall, he has a boisterous, fun-loving attitude, and loves a good fight. However, he never joins in on an unfair battle, never picks on the weak. He has a cool head and the ability to knuckle down when it comes to it. He forgives easily, and in turn, constantly seeks forgiveness when he does something wrong. He is quite blind to other's feelings, so often accidentally offends his peers, not realising his mistakes, but once he has found out, he goes about passionately setting his wrongs right. He is extremely loyal towards his family and close friends, and is very confident, making him an excellent leader.

>>> Let's delve a little deeper, shall we? >>>

Boisterous | Forgiving | Confident | Calm | Loyal

Boisterous
Chase is a boisterous young wolf who enjoys nothing more than a good friendly brawl with his mates. When around the other young males, he can be very lively and raucous, being the 'ringleader' of many rowdy escapades that usually end in a big, all-out brawl. He can never resist a fight, and if there is any sort of physical battle, he's in the thick of it. To solve problems and fights, others may try to talk it out verbally, but his way of solving the problem is fighting - getting into any disagreement and helping them decide by fighting it out. Onlookers of these fights misjudge Chase, thinking him to be a vicious, easily angered wolf, when this is extremely different to his true personality. Others think that the fights are just a show he puts on for his peers. But this isn't the case. He just enjoys a good brawl. In fact, Chase isn't affected by peer pressure at all, as a lot of wolves look up to him, following him. It just may be said that he becomes more boisterous when around the young wolves.

Chase also has a bubbling sense of humour. He isn't the clown, he isn't overrunning with jokes and smiles. But when things get tense, he can just let slip with a small joke, his quiet sense of humour pushing through, breaking the ice. When he is being laughed at, he joins in the fun, free to laugh at his own expense, making the laughter freer and more enjoyable. When others make jokes and funny comments, he laughs with them, free and happy to be himself and laugh with the others. He can be serious at times, but he knows when to take something lightly and freely, and when to be sensible and serious, something that cuts him above the others and shows his maturity.

Forgiving
Chase is quite a forgiving wolf. I'm not saying that he's a complete saint, forgiving everyone and everything, holding no grudges. But he does forgive the wrongs done against him most of the time. There have been times in which he has found it hard to forgive, and he has thought about it for a while, and then finally come to forgiveness. But usually, he finds the small petty things that others do quite small, and dismisses them easily. His motives are that the past is the past, there's nothing you can do about it, and the best thing to do is to forgive and forget, and move on. However, very rarely, there have been cases, though, when someone has offended him deeply, or betrayed his trust, wounding him emotionally. He finds these wounds hard to heal, hard to forgive the offender, and he'll stay away from the wolf for a while he slowly, slowly decided to forgive. When he finally does, he finds it as a great achievement inside himself. When he finally approaches the attacker, the offender, and announces his forgiveness, he feels a sort of strange pride in himself. But if the other discards his forgiveness, doesn't fully take it, or offends him again, they cross a boundary. When this happens, Chase feels utterly betrayed, and injured, and he shuts the wolf out, putting a wall up between them, cutting his connections. He'll ignore them, show severe aggression towards them, and subtly show his revenge, as, in his mind, that person doesn't deserve his trust, or respect, and becomes very low, almost like dirt. He can't bear it when his trust, forgiveness and respect is rejected and shunned so harshly, and he blocks the guilty wolf from his mind, permanently.

However, Chase's forgiving nature also turns the other way - when he commits a wrong against someone else, he apologises whole-heartedly, desperately asking for forgiveness against what he did. Unfortunately, Chase is quite unaware of other's feelings, often accidentally hurting others, blundering about, not realising his comments may turn wrong. No matter how small the thing may be, once he realises his mistake, he will be asking for forgiveness, his sharp conscience digging into him, making him desperately want to repay the debt. He'll never rest until he knows his apology is accepted. When he says sorry, he means sorry, and will try all his heart not to make the same mistakes. When his apologies are shunned and ignored, he is understanding the first few times, but if the other wolf continues to carry on, pushing his pleas to the side, he'll eventually let it rest, and let it sit at the back of his mind. But he'll still remember, and if the other wolf suddenly wants a favour and becomes a bit too favourable about it, he'll frustratedly push it away, remembering how the other refused to forgive him about some petty thing, yet all of a sudden wants his favour. For larger things, though, such as severe breaches of trust, he'll put a lot of effort into slowly building up trust again, making sure to never betray the other in such a way again.

Confident
Chase is overflowing with a calm, collected sort of confidence which helps him so much in his leadership skills. The sort of confidence he exhibits isn't the cocky, pushy and arrogant sort that a self-centred wolf would show - but he has that calm, cool collectiveness that helps quell his nerves and speak up about things. He has the courage to stand up against even the most brutal wolves, and he has the ability to speak up, express his opinions. His unfailing bravery leads a lot to look up to him, but even the bravest still have their fears. Needless to say, Chase tries his best to overcome his phobias, but they still come through at the most unwanted times. Chase's confidence is more in the mental, rather than the physical - his bravery is more standing up for the things he believes in, rather than the bravery of going into battle. When there is some difficult, maybe even dangerous, task to be done, he won't be the first one to ask to go. A lot of people believe in him, though, so sometimes he is almost forced to go, trying to say that he has courage, but not that sort of courage. Instead of the courage to fight the even most difficult fights, he has the soft, calm courage to stand up for his beliefs.

Calm
When things get tense, and nerves run high, Chase will be the one calming others down. Although he does get nervous, he has this amazing ability to hide his fears, and through that he creates order out of chaos. He often comes out as too relaxed, though, and while some envy his calm appearance, others think that he's just acting as a spectator, looking at the scenario without seeing the problems. This makes him appear heartless, unfeeling towards the ones in strife, especially if there is a wolf in danger. However, he feels just the same as all the others, if not more - he has just learnt to channel all his nerves into other things, teaching himself not to worry as 'worryin' won't help anyone'. His cool, calm and collected appearance is something that has taken him a while to achieve, and it helps him lead, helps him restore wild situations.

Loyal
Finally, one of Chase's most beautiful personality traits - his loyalty. He feels the passionate need to protect his family and friends, and he never breaks promises and never tells secrets. To him, promises are the most personal things you can have - and any promises he makes he keeps close to his heart, keeping to his word. When wolves offend or injure the ones close to him, he takes on the role of bodyguard and avenger, and he chases down the offender quickly, wanting repentance, as no-one should dare behave in that way towards his loved ones. Also, he stands up for those he loves - when they aren't strong enough to stand up for themselves, or when they aren't there to speak for themselves. He also sticks close by them, helping them, and never betraying them, treating them with more kindness, gentleness and love than anyone else

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes
✖ Getting wet - "Water helps me keep cool and refreshed. I feel the best when I've just had a dip, no matter how cold the weather."
✖ Rain - "I love the feel of rain... it's like water falling from the sky! Just as good as getting wet, but you can do it on the ground."
✖ Getting dirty - "Love the feel of it. Gets that shiny 'clean' feeling away, which feels way to fake to be nice."
✖ Mud - "I absolutely love getting dirty. And mud makes it so much more enjoyable. The smooth, thick texture makes it feel so wonderful slapped up on your skin and fur."
✖ Warmth and sun - "The sun's warmth helps warm up my muscles, helps me keep calm. I enjoy warm weather a lot - gives you a break from the miserable winter."
✖ Daytime - "I enjoy the night, but when you're alone in the dark, things can get a bit tense and scary. At daytime, I can see what I'm doing much better, and I can enjoy myself a lot more. Plus, it's also warmer."
✖ Play-fighting - "There's nothing more enjoyable than a good brawl with your mates, in my opinion. Energetic, lively, and lots of fun."
✖ Friends - "Who doesn't like friends? Wolves you can muck around with, be yourself, and get up to all sorts of mischief with. "
✖ Pups - "They're so cute and innocent... little balls of fluff that run around everywhere. I don't know if there's anything more heartwarming than a pup's smile."

Dislikes
✖ Unfair battles - "What's the point? What are you trying to prove by picking on the weak? It's not funny; you're not brave by fighting an easy fight. You're just proving your cowardice, your inability to fight someone your own size."
✖ Vain, showy wolves - "They're too cocky and stuck up... they can't have any fun without trying to prove something."
✖ Loud, unexpected noises - "They make me jump right out of my skin, and blast my ears to pieces at the same time."
✖ Broken promises - "It's a promise. And once you give your word, you have to keep it, no matter what."
✖ Little cuts - "The small ones are the worst - especially when they're on your paws. Very painful - all the dirt and grot seems to get into them."
✖ Thistles - "Spiky. Ouch."
✖ Kronadors - "It's been drummed into our brains since we were pups... and who can't help but hate something that always wants you dead?"

Fears
✖ Caves - "They're so dark, scary, and there's all that rock and dirt between you and the sun. What happens if that falls?"
✖ Letting down those who believe in you - "They put their trust in me... I have to live up to that trust. I can't betray them."
✖ Heights - "You're waaaay up there... and the ground's waaaay down below..."

Story:

Prologue
~ My experience, my story, a memory I can cherish in my heart. ~
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This is a story about my life, before I came here. This is the story about the turn of events which resulted in me finding the legendary armoury cave and discovering my own set of armour, which triggered my long trek to find, and eventually be part of, Rayo’s pack. It was no easy task – leaving everything I knew, to find something that I had only heard of in stories, but we will not focus on the long journey itself. We will focus on the important happenings of the few days before the incident struck which changed my life forever.

Chapter 1 ~ Mud
~ It may be messy, but it's a lot of fun! ~
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I love the rain. The way it falls, gently, large crystal drops which cover everything in a smooth sheen of water. The way it brings relief, cooling sweaty, irritated skin, washing away the dirt and grit of the days beforehand. The way it splashes and ripples over the ground, gathering in murky puddles which sit, scattered around the landscape, gradually collecting dirt and dust, slowly transforming into thick pockets of mud. Everything about it brings pleasure and joy. Sliding down the slippery, slicked grass, splashing into the puddles, bumping into water-laden trees which bring down a shower of shining drops upon your head. And then there are the games. A playful nip on a relaxed ear, a lively scuffle for revenge and escape. The chase, the scrabbling flight over slippery ground, the adrenaline as you try to out-run the pursuer, the thrill, as a wrong step, an uneven shift in weight, a misjudged leap, could end in victory or defeat. And then, when you collapse in a happy, exhausted heap, there’s the rain, oh, the rain! It falls, a silver curtain, enveloping everything in a cool mist which refreshes the body and spirit, washes clean muddy fur, spikes your pelt into a dishevelled mop. Then you climb to your feet, only to do it all again, a boisterous, lively game which repeats itself over and over again.

I step outside the den, my nose excited with the powerful scents that the rain brings with it. I close my eyes for a moment before bounding out of cover completely, joy running through my veins. I flick my tail side to side, trailing it behind me in the thick mud which sucks at my legs. A small handful of young males bounce around just inside the forest, cheerful, joyful. One of them sees me – a large, coffee-coloured wolf with ears and tails shorter than mine. Creamy markings swirl around his body. They are hardly visible now, as the majority of his light pelt is spattered with dirt and mud. I instantly recognise him – Chad, a brave, eager and lively warrior whose playful nature takes everything as a joke. We often laugh about our similar names, Chad and Chase, and say that we a brothers, when it is quite obviously not the case.
“Hey, Chase! Why aren’t you over here? I would have thought that you would be the first one out here, with the rain and all.” He says, and starts to walk over to me.
I smile teasingly. “Well, the weather has been keeping me in for a bit. It is, after all, raining, unfortunately.”
Chad grins. “Good try, Chase, but unfortunately you’re not fooling me. We all know that you love water… you’re like a fish in a wolf’s skin.”
Now it’s my turn to grin. “So that’s all I am… a fish. Pretending to be a wolf. Well, even if I haven’t fooled you, Chad, I must have fooled a whole lot of others, because I’ve gotten away with it so far.” I say, and playfully leap at him, swiping at his ear with my paw. I nick his ear tip, and Chad lunges at me in mock anger.
“Come back here, fish-wolf!” he cries, charging towards me. I quickly turn and dodge his attack, and gallop towards the other wolves, taking big, long strides. The group scatters when I near them, with cries of mock fear, claiming the ‘fish-wolf’ is after them. I snarl the most venomous snarl I can manage, chomping at the air behind their tails. Chad is still pursuing me, and is only a few steps behind me, and I speed up, hearing his heavy breathing behind me. Suddenly, I hear a scuffle, and Barason, a young grey wolf leaps between us, his fluffy tail curled high over his back.
“I’m here to save you, fish-wolf!”
I have to stop myself from falling over laughing as Barason attempts to tackle Chad. Overly-brave, youngest of the group, genuine trickster and owner of a hilariously high voice, he makes others laugh at his own expense. Chad stops, sniffs him, and stares at him with a deadly, but obviously fake, expression which makes Barason squeak like a tiny mouse.
“Who dares to stand in my way?” Chad bellows, flicking his tail and snarling. Everyone easily predicts Barason’s answer when he simply says ‘I do!’
Just as Chad is about to swipe playfully at Barason, Kiria steps out of the trees, and leaps at Chad. Quite the tom-boy, she hates to be looked upon as fearful and wussy. She’s the only female in our little group, but hardly cares, even when the other girls call her unfavourable names. I can’t help but admire her. Her coat is a beautiful shade of blue-grey, and she’s Barason’s older sister, of the same litter, but very unlike her brother.
Chad growls when she appears, but is clearly supressing a laugh. “Since when did a female have any role in the deeds of the males?” he roars.
“Since when did the males get on fine by themselves? Without us females, you would have never resolved a fight. Now stop moving and let me bite you.”
I laugh heartily. “Move over, you incompetent girl, or you will be faced with the fury of the fish-wolf!” I say, in return.

But even before I have finished speaking, I know that I said something wrong. Something about the way Kiria purses her lips together, something about the way her jaw changes position so you can tell she’s gritting her teeth. I wish I could take back my words, but it’s too late now. I can tell that my ‘harmless’ comment hurt her – Kiria hates being called incompetent, unworthy. And I did just that. Filled with remorse, I take a step towards her and lower my voice. “I’m sorry, Kiria, I didn’t mean to—“
Kiria instantly interrupts me and cries out in a voice that seems almost too loud “If anyone is incompetent around here, it is not me. I think you will see that the one is this fish-wolf here, who comes, begging for mercy at my feet!” The comment sets me back, and it feels like I’ve been jabbed with a sharp thorn. Kiria smiles smugly, and I can see it there – revenge. Yes, Kiria has always been the one to repay wrongdoings with insults or hurt. But in her eyes, I can see that my words run a lot deeper than that, that what she really seeks is an apology, away from the fight and boisterous play.

I get ripped from my thoughts by a bite to the ear. I twist out of the hold that someone else has forced me into, and I step away from the group. Chad instantly leaps at me, and I take a jump back, only just missing his claws. I teasingly wink at him, and that’s when I see it. A large, round depression in the earth, filled with mud, beautiful mud. I absolutely love its cool surface, its thick creamy texture, the way that almost everyone else is disgusted and repulsed by it. Like a lightning bolt, I shoot towards it, Chad, Barason and Kiria at my heels, followed by the rest of the group. I leap into the thick of it, and spatter everyone else with the large drops which fly out of the puddle. Mud slaps up my legs, my tail, my belly and even reaches under my chin. I stand, frolicking in the pit until Chad promptly lands on top of me, covering the rest of my body in the stuff. I retaliate, pushing Chad off me, and he promptly gets himself a mouthful of mud. While he’s spluttering, trying to rid his cheeks and tongue of the muck, Barason leaps at him, loses his balance, and slips around for a while, trying to regain his footing. He finally stands up, now looking like some sort of monster, and scrambles out of the pile. Kiria, who had stayed clean except for the initial splattering, looks intently at us, keeping out of reach of the mud, until her brother barrels into her. Barason promptly runs into the rest of the wolves, scattering them, except for one, who runs the wrong way and pushes Kiria into the mud pit.

I quickly exit the hole and watch everyone else struggle inside it. I have barely time to catch my breath before one of the other wolves, Marsen, sees me and cries out, accusing me of being a spectator. I grin as the bulk of the group tackle me, trying to push me back into the pit. I’m only a few centimetres away from the edge, when Kiria distracts us all.
“Shush, all of you. I’ve picked up a scent.” She says, her nose in the air as she breaths in scents from upwind. Instantly, everyone does the same, and there we are, a handful of young wolves, noses in the air as we all try to separate the mixed scents of mud, wet wolf and rain, and try to single out the one scent which caught Kiria’s attention.
“Deer! It’s deer!” Barason squeaks, confirming everyone’s suspicions. Instantly, Marsen silences him, scolding him for his loud voice, which may very well startle the deer, and with his large creamy-yellow body, pushes him back into the pit. But we all ignore his indignant squeaks, our noses still turned upwind, taking in the scent of the animal like we’re thirsty wolves, drinking in water from a cool, fresh spring.

I turn to Chad, and catch contact with his deep blue eyes, and he nods. Yes, we know what this means. And we are both more than eager. It’s time for the hunt to begin.

Chapter 2 ~ Hunstman
~ What's more exhilarating? The thrill of the hunt or the power of the fight? ~
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Softly, softly. Ever so silently we move towards the scent of the deer, in single file, Chad at the front, me at the rear. Every step brings the deer’s scent closer, which drives Barason insane, and he keeps on dancing around. Kiria has to nip him at frequent intervals to keep him silent. In front of me, Saphor and Laure walk, one in front of the other. Saphor walks with pride, swinging his long tail, his black and white pelt uncannily clean despite all the mud and rain from before. His sarcastic comments break out from time to time as he complains about Barason’s eagerness, and he seems to wish that he was the one biting him instead of Kiria. Laure walks behind him, quietly, his tail held just above the ground, his head held low, the light rain pattering on his deep orangey-red hide, which seems to perfectly match the colour of sunset. His brown eyes take in everything, highlighted by the white rims around them, and he doesn’t utter a word.

Suddenly, Chad stops, and the long line slowly grinds to a halt. Barason slips on some wet grass, and rams into Kiria, who then rockets into Marsen, who promptly falls over. Chad turns around, slowly, and sees the three sprawled on the ground, slipping on the ground, Barason maintaining an impish grin while Marsen looks guilty and Kiria is trying to look disdainful. Saphor grins widely and is about to make another sarcastic comment, when Chad shoots him a loathsome look.
“Look. The deer is just in the next clump of trees. And we gotta figure out how we’re going to take down this animal, or we’ll all be feeling rather hungry tonight.” He spits, staring intently at Saphor, who shoots a look back at him.
“How about we split up. Some of us go the opposite side of the deer, and flush it out, while the majority of us will be waiting some fair distance away, in a semi-circular shape. So, we chase it into the larger group, then herd it around so it’s trapped, inside the ring of us.” I finish talking, and Chad looks at me, slowly taking in what I’ve just said.
“May work.” says Saphor, who is still glaring at Chad. If looks could kill…
Kiria steps up. “Sounds like a good idea. I’m all for it.” She glares at Saphor, forcing him to break his gaze at Chad. “How about Barason and Saphor go to herd the deer out, and Chase goes with them to keep them on task. Those two would have no trouble making noise, so it would be easy for them to do that job. But hiding in wait? No, they would just give us away. And then the game would be up, wouldn’t it?” she smiles at Saphor, speaking in a light-hearted, airy voice which makes Saphor glower even more.
“Oh stop it, you. Let’s just get this thing over and done with and stop trying to stare each other to oblivion.” Everyone hushes as Laure steps forward, as he is a wolf of little words, and has just said 22 of them all at once.
“OK, let’s get going then!” Chad forces a smile, and nods to me, Barason and Saphor. “Go on, then. And make those two shut up.” He says to me, motioning towards the other two wolves, who have started mumbling at each other and bumping their bodies together, trying to shove the other off the path. I sigh.
“I hope that we actually end up with a deer at the end of this, and not just foul tempers.” I mutter to Chad.

We make it a fair way with little hassle, until we are less than 50 metres away from the deer. If we move behind the deer, our scents will be blowing downward towards it and it will be a matter of moments before it springs away, so we will need to be on our guard to chase it down to where the others are. I silently start to walk in a semicircle around the unsuspecting animal, motioning for Saphor and Barason to follow, and they eventually do. We walk until we are diagonally in front of the animal, upwind, but undetectable, as the wind is blowing our sent in a diagonal direction. I prepare to dash behind the animal, then charge it before it registers our scent, and I look behind to see if the others are following. Glancing over my shoulder, I turn just in time to see Saphor shove Barason off to the side, throwing him crashing into some dry undergrowth. Just a short distance away, I see a flicker of a buckskin hide, a tail raised in alarm, and suddenly, the deer is fleeing, but perpendicular to the way it was supposed to. I sigh, and race after it, leaving Barason to scramble to his feet and attack Saphor. I can think about their brashness later. But meanwhile, I have a deer to chase.

My paws thud softly on the ground, as I pursue the deer. Long strides, which eat up the ground. I see the animal in front of me, flashes of a hoof, here and there, a glimpse of hide. But I’m not chasing the deer down, I’m herding it. And it’s too risky trying to force the animal around from this position. I veer to the right, and start to run faster, the world a blur of colour and light as I gain on the deer. I growl lowly, and the deer, startled by the sudden noise, veers sharply to the left. But not sharply enough. I know I have to continue running on the outside of the deer, to steer it back towards the others. But the deer, on the inside of the curve, will have so much less ground to cover, and it will be spurred on by the extra fear of death, while I’m just looking for a meal. Spots of exhaustion begin to show themselves behind my eyelids, tempting me to give up, but I just grit my teeth and lunge forward. It’s just me and the deer. No one else. Barason and Saphor have been left far, far behind. The thrill of it all, the adrenaline of the wild rush enters me, fills my muscles with a strong desire, a joy, the powerful exhilaration in the whole thing. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and feel my legs stretch, stretch out. It’s a strange sensation – it’s almost like I can’t feel them anymore, that my legs are part of something else, something moving independently. Everything seems to slow down as the deer veers to the left, the trees ahead moving, four wolves leaping out, snarling. The deer takes a few hesitant steps, just enough for me to pull up next to it. I open my jaws, my muscles contracting, ready to spring…

The deer stumbles and collapses, crashing to the ground, dead in less than a few seconds. I look up, and Kiria’s deep, beautiful green eyes are staring into mine, and she has a small smile on her face. I smile back, thinking of the playful reprimanding, that she stole my kill, but no words make it out of my mouth. I just smile, fixated by those beautiful eyes. Meh, she deserved it anyway. After what I said to her before… I look away, breaking our gaze, mentally kicking myself, reminding myself to apologise later. But as I look around, I realise that there’s no time like the present. Everyone is distracted by the sudden arrival of Barason and Saphor. I turn to Kiria, and open my mouth, and am about to speak.
But she beats me to it. “Not bad for a fish-wolf, hey?” she says, smiling.
“It may not be bad…” I answer, “But it seems I have more fish than wolf in me. It looks like someone who’s 100% wolf beat me to it.” I say, smiling.
“It seems that the incompetent girl is competent after all.” I pause, and look Kiria straight in the eye.
“I’m sorry about before.”
“It’s fine. I took it too harshly. People call me things like that all the time.”
“But they shouldn’t. And neither should I. I should have watched what I said. It’s not the first time I’ve offended you like that.” I mentally grimace, recalling a previous incident.
“Chase, it’s fine. I have honestly gotten over it.”
“No you haven’t.”
“Yes, I have.”
“If you had, then you would have left me the kill. You got in there before me to purposely spite me, to get your revenge. I know you too well. You can’t hide it from me.” I reply.
“Do you really know me?” she says, a smug little look on her pretty little face.
“Don’t confuse me!” I pretend to panic, and cover my head with my paws. “My incompetent brain can only take so much in!”
Kiria smiles, but doesn’t reply.
“Look. I want to tell you that I’m really sorry. And I’m not going to let it rest until I know I’m forgiven. Here, you can even take my portion of the deer if you want to. You did, after all, kill it.”
Kiria laughs. “Chase, you would do anything for forgiveness from anyone. And I know, you never make the same mistakes. Of course, I forgive you. And yes, I am happy to take your portion as well. But you deserve it.” She smiles, and playfully bumps her nose to mine. It takes me by surprise, and a warm tingling sensation runs down my spine. I look over to the side and see that the others are starting to make their way over.
“Oh, and by the way. You may not know me. But I think I pretty much know you by heart.” She laughs, and it sounds like fairies are singing in the breeze. I look up, and for the first time realise that the rain has stopped, and the sun is now out, a large, golden orb in the sky. I turn to Kiria, who grins cheekily.

“You’re an open book to me.”

Chapter 3 ~ Are Leaders Born or Made?
~ You may be a leader, in your heart, you just need to find it. ~
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It only takes a few moments and we’re all there, gorging ourselves on the fresh meat. After a majority of the deer has been gnawed away, everyone gradually disperses, pulling small hunks of meat and bone with them, chewing thoughtfully in the afternoon sun. We lazily roll around, too full, to content to do anything at all. I survey the area with sleepy eyes. Barason is nearby, trying to annoy Saphor who is pretending to be very busily chewing at a bone. Further away, had, Kiria and Marsen are all flopped down in a heap, Kiria keeping a wary eye on her brother while Chad and Marsen half-heartedly tug at a bone, trying to pull it away from the other’s grasp. Not too far away from me is Laure, who is staring at a blade of grass, swatting away bugs with his long tail. I sigh, watching Chad and Marsen pull at the bone, back and forth, back and forth. A bug lands on my nose, but I don’t bother to brush it off. My paws feel so heavy, my eyelids flickering shut. So sunny, so warm, so drowsy…

Laure gets up, and shuffles over to where I am, then flops down unceremoniously. I grunt, and squint my eyes, stretching. Laure stares at me for a bit, then slowly opens his mouth, yawns, then snaps it shut again.
“Your such a good hunter, Chase.” He says. I roll over, and stretch out on my stomach so I can look up at his face.
“I’m no better than you.”
Laure hesitates, unsure if it’s a compliment or me degrading my own skill. “You have special talent, Chase. Not many wolves your age can take down a healthy deer, single-handedly, like that.”
I look at Laure closely. “Well, it’s something that you’re just going to have to learn, sooner or later. Some just learn faster than others.” I say, matter-of-factly. Laure sighs, and stares at another blade of grass.
“Chase, believe me, you are something special. Your leadership skills are so amazing. You have a way with wolves, and you have lots of confidence.” He pauses. “I bet that you’re going to be the leader of your own pack, one day, that you’re going to be one of the best leaders the Warriors have had.” He says, and completely honestly too, because Laure can almost never tell a lie and get away with it.
“Thank-you, Laure.” I say, smiling warmly. “But you have a good mind too. You are very observant, know what to do, don’t get fussed easily.” I say. “You may find that you’re the one who ends up with the leadership.”
Laure looks confused. He cocks his head to the side. “But… I want to be in your pack later on. We all can’t help but admire you, you know that? And… I want to stick by my leader.”
I smile, and I feel like I’m glowing inside. “Laure, you may find out that I may be a wolf in your pack. Not the other way around.”
“But you’re a born leader.”
“You could be made a leader.”
“But I’m not the leader here!” Laure says, almost fearful. I smile.
“Laure, you have so many good qualities. You could be a fantastic leader inside. You just need to find it. And I’m sure, when the time comes, I’d be more than willing to join your pack.”
“So…” he pauses. “You’re saying that I could be the leader of your pack.”
“Yes.”
“But… don’t you want to be a leader?”
I laugh at his comment. “Being the… main leader hasn’t really appealed to me, to tell you the truth.” I say. “You see… I lack the brutality and strength to tell others off, keep everyone in order. And I’m much happier to spend my time lounging around as a second command or even pack member, instead of taking on the responsibilities of the Alpha.”
Laure stares at me in wonder. “You’re so chivalrous, Chase.” I grin, and open my mouth to reply, when I hear a loud, sharp cry coming from the direction of the other wolves.

I spin around, just in time to see Saphor clamp his jaws around Barason’s neck.

Chapter 4 ~ Blood and Fury
~ You could never resist a fight, could you? ~
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The next moment, I’m dragging Saphor away by the scruff of the neck before any of the others have even started running. I’m struggling to restrain the spitting angry Saphor while Barason yaps indignantly, dashing back and forth, nipping and biting Saphor annoyingly wherever a free space presents itself. I’m just about to pin Saphor to the ground, when someone slams into my body, throwing me back. I splutter, trying to regain my breath, when sharp teeth dig into my shoulder. I throw my weight to the side, trying to shake off the hold and see who the attacker is. I kick out, and get a swipe to the shoulder in retaliation which wrenches my body into an uncomfortable position. I look up to see Marsen’s enormous body towering over me, as he tries to get a good hold on me.
“Lay off him, will ya?” he snarls, motioning his head towards Saphor. Of course. Saphor and Marsen are best buddies. It’s no wonder they’ll stand up for each other.

I quickly roll to the side, a sudden action which catches Marsen by surprise, and he loses his hold on me. I scramble into a standing position, and stare at Marsen, right into his pale, white eyes.
“I was only trying to break up a fight.” I say, in a low undertone.
“Well, anyone could see that Barason was in the wrong. Why didn’t you stop him instead of singling out Saphor?”
I snarl. “They were both in the wrong. Barason shouldn’t have been annoying him like that, and Saphor shouldn’t have retaliated in such a vicious way. I was only trying to stop Saphor before he did any damage.”
Marsen snarls in disapproval, and lunges at me again. I side-step his leap, but he sinks his teeth into my long tail. I growl and bite into the scruff of his neck. The pressure makes him drop my tail, and he becomes focused on shaking me off. He bites my leg, and I reply with a kick to his head.

I see a blur of grey, and suddenly Kiria dashes past us, a determined expression fixed on her lovely face. I wrench my head to the side, dragging Marsen with me, and I see that Saphor has Barason in a tight grip. I snarl, and instinctively close my eyes as a set of teeth rakes across the side of my face. Unsurprisingly, it’s Marsen, who has taken my moment of distraction as an opportunity to wriggle part-way out of my grasp and try to attack me in crucial points. I clamp my teeth tightly around his skin, but all I can feel is the fur, slipping more and more out of my teeth. I spring backwards as Marsen frees himself completely, and take it as an opportunity to leap to the side, and examine the status of the other fight.

Chad is restraining a vicious Saphor, while Kiria has him in a tight grip while also trying to keep her barking brother out of the whole fight. Just as I walk up to try and sort things out, Barason lunges at Saphor, misses, and latches onto Chad’s leg. Chad roars, letting go his grip on Saphor, who promptly makes Kiria lose her grip with a wrenching shove. Now, Barason is trying to face an indignant Chad, while Saphor is trying to bring Chad down, and Kiria is putting a bite in every empty space. I leap towards the scuffling wolves, and instantly, I am consumed by the biting, snarling mass. I barely have time to think, just biting in every space I see. I briefly register that Marsen has joined in too. I soon single out Saphor, and I approach him, trying to force him into retreat, biting and snarling and scratching him, aiming to pin him down…

All the wind is knocked out of me as something barrels into my side, throwing me to the ground. I look up and see Chad, looking into my eyes. I shift my weight, trying to throw him off, and next minute we’re rolling, rolling down a small slope. We pick up speed and crash at the bottom, our grip from each other being pulled apart. I scramble to my feet and turn around, waiting for Chad’s reaction. He laughs, a soft laugh, a funny sort of smile spreading across his face. I turn to start making my way back up the hill, and see the others, looking down at me. It seems they have stopped fighting.

I reach the top, and instantly become aware of the awkward silence woven around the atmosphere.
“Chase, next time, maybe you should look first before you leap.” Kiria steps forward. “Maybe, next time, you should leave it to someone else before you take peacemaking into your own paws.” I look around, accusing stares aimed at me. What did I do? I stare at the faces, but it only begins to piece itself together when I see Saphor, a deep gash running down his muzzle, one of the final blows I must have dealt him.
“Chase, I wasn’t going to kill him. Merely teach him a lesson.” Saphor’s words slur out of his mouth and sting me like barbs. I step back, trying to form my defence.
“I was only trying to break up the fight. Not escalate it.” I say, trying to block all those eyes, the cold stares, the icy gazes from looking at my face.
“Well, you did the opposite of what you intended.” I spin around and see Marsen, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits of light. “Maybe… we could say… it was an ‘unintentional’ doing. You may get of lightly, then.” A maniacal laugh erupts from his mouth and he grins slyly.
“I’m so sorry…” I gasp. “It was just that. Unintentional. I can’t see the future, no-one can. I merely stumbled into this, not seeing the problems…” I splutter. All I receive is a deadly look from Kiria. I turn to leave, and that’s when I see Laure, his dark, dark brown eyes looking at me sadly, the look of one who has been let down.

“Next time, keep your nose out of other’s business.”

Barason’s words cut through me like knives. They echo in my head, a loud crescendo of noise which makes my head throb. I close my eyes. It’s almost like I feel the physical blow of it, rocking into my skull.

Suddenly, a low, treacherous growl ripples through the air. The trees on the far side of the clearing quiver. Seven bodies freeze with fear. Seven sets of legs poise, ready to flee at the slightest notice. And seven pairs of eyes turn, to look to the side.

A Kronador bounds through the trees. And all chaos breaks loose.

Chapter 5 ~ Kronador!
~ One beginning, thousands of endings. ~
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My heart leaps into my throat, and I spin around and run. Run, faster and faster, until all I can feel is the pounding of blood in my ears, all I can sense is the potent smell of fear, pushing me on and on. My legs are moving like a separate entity – but not like the thrill of chasing down a deer, not like the cunning of challenging another to a battle. Now they move with such swiftness, such fleeing power, the power of one who knows that one wrong move means not only defeat, but death.

A shriek fills the air. A shriek like no other. The shriek of a wolf who is facing death, breathing their last, painful gulps of air, a wolf who is being brutally murdered. My eyes go misty. I instantly recognise that scream. Barason’s. Images fill my mind – images of a body, broken beyond recognition, as it’s smashed into the earth by a bloody set of claws. Eyes, flittering in fear, as they look death in the eye. And finally, the wolf, muttering those last words, the last words he ever would say, on this earth. Next time, keep your nose out of other’s business. Next time. Next time.

There will be no next time now.

It’s no wonder the Kronador singled him out. The smallest. The youngest. The weakest. Tears spill out of my eyes, dribbling down my muzzle. Should I have taken his place? Should I? The one who started that fight, that no doubt injured everyone in some way, the fight that probably alerted the Kronador to our presence.

I glance up ahead of me. I can no longer hear the Kronador’s growls. I pause, and blink, wondering if what I see ahead is actually true. For the ground drops down, into a dark, eerie valley. Dangers untold must lie there. I look around. There is no going out of this. Going back the way I came would surely result in a confrontation with the Kronador. Stopping is not an option.

The others are no-where to be seen. Whatever dangers that face me in the valley, I’ll have to face them alone.
I take one last breath of the air, then step into the darkness.

Theme Song:

Falling ~ The Cat Empire

I used to think that theme songs were corny, something only crazy people did because they liked a certain song and wanted to put it with their character, to make their character more 'defined' or something like that. But now I see the motive behind it, how theme songs can really slip in with the character, help show the character's personality through music.
This song is Chase's theme song. It's catchy, has a good beat, and it gets my foot tapping when I listen to it. The lyrics are great, but weak in comparison to the music, and how it slides right in with Chase and his personality. It flows with Chase's confidence, his strength, his lively personality and his bravery in the fight. I think it suits him just perfectly - it's his theme song.

Art of WOI:

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Armour Concept:

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Chase's armour is strong, sturdy stuff made of some sort of silvery metal. It covers a lot of his body, and is quite heavy, but that's the way he likes it, as light armour makes him feel exposed. Strange symbols and patterns are engraved in it, including one unique design, repeated over and over again, which Chase has adopted as his 'mark'. His armour is unique, and it defines him - it shines, but only slightly, not particularly showy in those aspects, and it spends most of it's time serving it's purpose, rather than being paraded around. It seems very old, but the metal is strong, the plates never rusting. The armour is mainly one piece, showing how Chase himself works, flowing together in one thing. Thick leather straps line the sides, pulling the back and chest plate tightly together, never loosening. Hard plates guard his lower legs, the bony areas which need protection, showing that Chase aknowledges his weaknesses, but tries his very best to turn them into strengths. The armour fits him well, and suits his needs perfectly.

Three facts about the WOI world and species:

The WoI world is called 'Isket', and the water is white, the grass is a greeny-blue colour, and the mountains are an earthy red. There is more night than a sunny day.

Mardelius was the first WoI and was killed by the largest Kronador. Laurona is his mate and died of an illness. She is also the mother of Rayo, Dax, Faolan, Max and Tira. Mardelis and Laurona weren't the only UR WoIs, but they are the only known ones. Rayo is the leader of all WoI.

There are the "Lost WoI", who left the other WoI for unknown reasons. The first Unknown were ex-members of the first UR WoI. The Unknown still must breed and live. Sometimes there are young pups walking around Isket, who aren't part of any pack. These are the Pound Pups and Teenies, who are originally from the Unknown. However, they don't know anything about their origins and the Unknown because they are too young or too shocked, and forget their past.

Other:

Well, here is for that question which is on everyone's lips. Why am I trying out for this WoI? Why should Neara pick out my entry, out of all entries, to be the winner? What makes me so deserving of this WoI?

Let's start off by getting things straight. Firstly, I do not deserve this WoI. I don't think anyone does. There's something about everyone that makes them undeserving, no matter how little that thing may be. And I'm no exception.
I'm not going to wheel off on a sob-story on how he is just the one I have been looking for. Definitely not. Because I was seriously not expecting anything like this. Those markings totally took me by suprise, and while I was staring at that coat, fruitlessly telling myself that I'm not going to go for this amazing WoI, suddenly, BAM! I was hit with a name, a personality, a backstory, and a powerful urge to try the best I possibly can for him. The competition's going to be extremely tough, I know, and it won't be any suprise if all of CS is drooling over this amazing wolf. But I know that I'm going to try my hardest to get him, no matter what, and if I don't, then I know he wasn't for me, or maybe I didn't reach high enough, maybe I fell too short, and I'm undeserving anyway. But... well, it's Neara's choice. I trust in that choice. And I know it's going to be a worthy choice.

And yes. Let the Games begin.

[AmigoGirl]

Wow Neara o.O
This is awesome! One of the most original WoIs Ive seen recently!

[BlueEyedKite]

ah hahahaha! The Hunger Games quote xD that's how it used to feel trying to win a WoI. It definitely was fighting in an arena where only one could survive.

[T u m b l e]

Hello. My username is Paintedpawz. I was previously Fang~the~okami~fan, Paint~on~my~paws. painted fangz.


Chaos;
the reason i chose this name was, well it's going to fit in with his life story because his life when he was a pup was so chaotic that in all the chaos he just got lost. People call him the name 'lost', well strangers call him that because it fits in with his personality, hes a lost soul. c:

Male;
I chose male because, i think it really suits this little fella, i realized wanted to make him a girl when i first saw his design like a tomboy but i looked at him again, and again, and well again and deiced i will murder my self if i make him a girl, Ohhh so lovely <3 ;3;


For this fella's personality i decided that i will be writing it in sections so that it's much easier to get a inside look of him, but i thkn you should know theres two sides to this little fella, he is very dangerous and threatening on the outside but on the inside is a big ball of fuzzy goop.

The first part of chaos's personality would be his rather aggressive side. Wolves first impressions of chaos think he is a aggressive wolf that get on the wrong side of he will rip your throat out, because thats a act he puts on, kinda like a tough guy act but isn't afraid to use it if need be. People usually stay away from him. scared of that he might do, it makes him very lonely, no one to talk with or even share a kill. Very depressing but it gets him out of fights with wolves bigger than him, and intimates prey so much that they can move for a bit in shock of this large wolf staring at it, ready to hunt it down.

Chaos is cunning and brave but quite stubborn at times, for example if he was lost in a desert and had a dream about finding a ravine then jumping across it he would try it if all fails. but sometimes works in certain areas, he found out the hard way in isket though... he jumped over a small ravine on the borders of isket and tripped, then fell in a almighty thud, it took him two days to get out. Anyway back to cunning, yea, he's willing to anything to look after his back and his family, if he ever gets one.

Chaos enjoys the simple things in life, like looking up at the stars and night or just relaxing with the pack. Chaos likes to look at the stars often because they remind him of himself, all buzzing around in the sky, some exploding making a black hole, some just staying still unsure what to do and some just floating around in a busy route. All of the stars and planets in the sky are there for a reason and there not sure why, same with chaos, he thinks hes good for well, nothing but every star has it's part in the solar system.


Chaos takes pride in everything he does, from fighting and hunting to cleaning up dens, either way he likes taking pride in hwat he does and what he has accomplished which leads me on to say how loyal he is to his pack. He loves rayo's pack and everyone in it, so much he would put his life on the line for his pack and friends, when he was a pup chaos never knew his own family much, some outsides took him in and i guess he got some of his personality there but he is determined that one day he might find his family.

Meowwwwwwwww; joke, no he's a real flirt. Half the time he does it to cheer up some wolves but in the end it turns out bad, it's like second nature to make people feel better, well the people who aren't scared of his dangerous side. As you can see this teen has a lot to learn with his wooden armor, he'll be needing it with all the wolves attacking him because of flirting with them, cx


Chaos is a bit of a lost soul, when he was a puppy something happened and he lost his parents, ever since then he needs someone from time to time to tell him what to do because he just gets to overwhelmed with everything. when he gets older this will eventully go but for now it's stuck to him like a leech.

The breeze of the white gushing rivers near by, drifted across the plain, the turquise grass shone in the light of the moon, If you looked carefully enough you could see the little bugs climb on top of the stems and slowly climb down. The moon was high in the sky, around midnight to be exact then chaos heard it. his head lay softly on his tiny paw, he lifted his head off of his paws and looked around; the sound of bushes rustling was not a soothing sound. They were in a clearing sheltered by trees but the moon light still beamed down on the shimmering grass. The small bugs suddenly scuttled away, jumping in a frenzy to get away for what was about to happen, somehow that could sense it. His dad, a brave soul jumped up at the sound, he padded away from his mate, and looked around, his nose twitched and sensed everything, he let out a tiny bark just loud enough for his mother to her. She shot up wearily and looked around, her nose twitching even faster. It was then chaos earned his name even though he did nothing. His father let out a howl to the great moon and raced across the grassy plain in the same direction the bug scuttled, then slowly stopped and hid under leaves and the shelter of the dirt, his giant paws bruised the earth and he raced off into the distance. A loud roar echoed, getting faster and faster. Chao's mum grabbed him by the scruff and placed him in a little hollow at a bottom of a tree, leaves padded it like a cousin, "Stay here sweet heart" his mother mumbled, her scent soothed him and she then raced off into the same direction of his father. Suddenly a giant turquoise beast jumped out of the trees, there where three of them, one had no horns, with yellow eyes and was lightly colored while the other two had huge white horns with a white mane, over hooking teeth and a giant tail which would have squashed him in a second. There green and yellow eyes pierced the clearing searching for something, searching for his parent and him. They pressed there noses to the ground and caught a scent, one of them, the one with the yellow eyes headed straight for him. Thank fully the giant beast didn't notice him but then it turned around it's mighty tail whipped him across the cheek. Blood trickled down his cheek from the scratch after they zoomed of with there mighty hooves leaving trails of dirt everywhere. A giant howl was heard then cut mid sentence, horror stuck chaos but he was only a pup and didn't understand. He stayed there all night in the safety of the leave.The next morning the sun shone though the gaps of the leaves, it covered almost every spot of grass an plants like a radar, watching the every move on high alert. Chaos yawned, his small tongue rolled, as he fed his lungs air. He slowly got up to his feet and stretched his legs, suddenly his belly rumbled, he seemed confused, normally his mother was there to feed him so this was all new to him in a way. He followed his nose, looking for something to chop on, his nose led him to some long brown things covered in dirt, he dug his paws firmly into the dirt and started digging frantically to the smell, eventually he reached them, they were quite damp as well. Chaos started to chew on the roots and spat then out in disgust then a smell overwhelmed him. He started to follow the scent, it grew stronger and stronger, the grass grew more wiry and wiry until it was like straw. Chaos looked down at the grass beneath his paws and smelt it, it smelled reptile like, but the smell drew him nearer and nearer until he reached a bush, he popped his head out and saw a small elk lying in a clearing. this gut was telling him not to go but then to go because of the hunger. Making sure no-one was here he raced to the meat, started tearing into the flesh until giant thuds of paw steps came near, one of those giant lizard things was getting close.in a desperate panic chaos raced across the straw like turquoise grass, he kept tripping over his paws, then they came into view with his mother clamped in it's jaws, full of rage chaos turned around and let out his loudest growl. Everything went silent, even the bug were still as ice, The they seem to have grinned and one of the large males charged forward aiming for chaos little throat, luckily Kronadors usually fight big Warriors and this guy was a tiny as they come. Chaos curled up into a ball and the Kronadors zoomed straight past him. Courage built up inside him and he raced over to the elk carcass the other Kronadors were there, one of the digging it's horns into the earth and the other using it's razor sharp teeth, he grabbed a tiny piece of elk and ran as fast as his little legs could go. Eventually the Kronadors gave up on the tiny pup and went back. Victory! Chaos screamed inside his tiny head as he curled up and tucked into the elk. This was only the beginning he though to himself. There's more to come.

A slight whimper woke chaos up, lifting his head off of his tiny paws he looked up, painted stabbed his right cheek as he remembered the night before. "been in some chaos pup?" another wolf sat on it's haunches and started scratching his ear and slightly whimpering at the same time. chaos tilted his head in question, where did the wolf come from,who was he.... "By the way my name's ren, well you can call me that anyway, whats you name little pup?" ren asked, chaos was just about to answer but then he had completely forgotten. "I-i-i- dont know" he staggered, standing to his paws, he then sat down with his belly full. he placed a paw on his belly and smiled for a second. "I dont know what you name is kid but i'ma gona call you chaos,because i saw everything last night." he smiled. Chaos shot up to his paws and growled "You could of helped me! why didn't you! now my family has gone!" He roared as he thudded up to ren and snarled at him. "Shuuuush, were on the border to the kronador's territory we need to move and fast." red didn't hesitate and picked chaos up by the scruff and raced across the gash which came softer and softer when they reached isket. "ok pup hold on high there's a small ravine up ahead and after that were safe for the time being" he tried soothing chaos but he didn't take a answer and frantically started kicking ren's jaw. Blood weld up across one scratch he put on rens lip, ren let out a small groan but help on firmly and he built up speed and lept across the ravine, the white waters rushed down the sides, if you fell in there it would be deadly. Ren landed on the other side and placed chaos far from the edges so he would not be tempted to fall in, ren pondered for a moment, "what are we going to do with you huh?" he seemed to ask himself. "Dax..." he muttered to himself and eroded the pup "let's go!" chaos tilted his head "With you! no! you could of help my family instead of sitting there!" chaos argued and headed for the ravine. "ok pup i have a deal, you go on your own that way" he pointed to north with his tail "and meet a wolf there called dax or Darzek, he's a old friend of mine and will know what to do with ya." ren finished and pounce off into the nearby trees. Chaos tilted his head and padded in the direction he was told, chaos had no where to go now and was alone so he did what he was told. Once in a while ren would bring me some elk, he was keeping his eyes on my and i started training with him, watching elf gallop along the fields, how to hunt and how to keep your wits in a battle. It was tough but it was worth it. His shoulders began to broaden out and his paws became huge, he was a handsome young fella and ready to find a pack. That night after defeating ren in a practice he raced across the fields all night and the next day until he came to a big cave, it was huge, his voice echoed inside it and ren popped out the bushes, "In that cave you need to go, it's a network of tunnels which lead in every direction possible. Find dax and he will know what to do." ren finished with a big smile and a good bye, "i'll be coming to check on you once in a while" he smiled then waited for chaos to enter the cave. the caves were extremely dark but chaos could see in them. Eventually after a few days he started getting hungry and followed his none, he came to a big tunnel full of wolves, a big one raced up to chaos and growled but chaos was so hungry he collapsed, before he did he muttered the word 'darzek' and went out cold. Chaos woke up, two days later in a den with mossy floor, food was placed at his side, before asking anyone he dug in and ate his fill then rested his head on his paws and waited. A large handsome warrior came in, he had brown fur and dark markings, "my name is darzek, who are you?" he asked, his voice was deep and he would scare anything really but chaos was trying to be brave. "i-i-i dont have a name but my friend ren called me chaos" he whimperd. Dax's eyes softened. He nodded and padded out side the den, he didn't come back for a while, when he did he dropped some wooden armor and said with his eyes bright "Welcome to the pack"


This is going to be the art section of the form;
I have a few pieces the bottom two will be done in detail tomorrow the first one was a speed paint. The last one is lined and stuff but i dont have the link for it. c:
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Armor
For the armor i really want the best that i can give this adorable fella. I have a few ideas and i'll explain them but there only idea's, sorry about me doing one in a lineart, i totally forgot about that sorry. Here are the sketchs;
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I personally like the first one better but i know i could have done the designs way better myself, With this one it's made out of a really, really strong metal which is covered in different shades of black. First of all is the mask, i deiced to go with a simple one and just added a few spikes on the end but with the shoulder guard i made a big circle with a green gem on it which faintly glows in the dark, it leads down to five really pointy bits of metal which are getting smaller, then there's a guard with my favorite it's like a chain mail sock which on the claws part goes over the claws and replaces them with longer and more lethal ones. there on the front to feet, then we have the back and belly 'buster' as my mum calls it cx. It's just there for extra protection and the guards. Number 2 is really the same but with different markings and stuff.


1)The Warrior of Isket ( WOI) live in a beautiful land but without any peace. They always fight against a big enemy.Their main rivals are chimera's who are a mix of horse and reptile. Both sides are at a constant fight for the reign of Isket; But neither side is strong enough to completely overrule the other. So the country is divided into 2 territories. One territory belongs to the Warriors, the other to the enemy otherwise known as, Kronadors. Even though both sides have their own areas, the Kronadors always the instigators of a fight against the Warriors, and even though it's been several years now, neither side is capable of defeating the other. Maybe in the far future, the Warriors will get back their Country and defeat the Kronadors once and for all.

2)Different types:

Big Wolf with long ears and a long fluffy tail.
Big wolf with normal ears and a long tail.
Big wolf with noraml ears and a normal (round ended) tail
Big wolf with short ears and a curled tail

3)The teenies start with an wooden training armor and wear it until they become an Rank candidate, then they get their very own armor! The armors decide the ranks & The WoI's armor was found by the UR´s long, long time ago. The armor lay in a big cave deep in the old forest of Isket. Only the WoI's know the way and it´s one mission that every young WoI will have to go through to get their own special armor. It's a tough initiation because the forest is full of danger. The armor had been made from Humans 8,000 years ago, since then there have been no humans in Isket they became extinct due to the evolution the other animals had gone through.

[wildly-unaware]

Username:
wildhorse027

Name:
Creoda
Meaning Belief
Is called Creo for short.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Creo is strong and brave. He takes pride in what he believes in and is honored just to be what he is today. He his a civil and mature mind and is very kind hearted. He can sense evil in others and knows who is his friends and who his enemies are. Creo is very intelligent and slightly witty, yet he will always know what to say, and that can come in handy. He can get irritated so very easily which isn't always a good trait as he can run in to some annoying ones. He prefers using proper grammar and absolutely hates it when people use incorrect grammar. He likes to test himself a lot to make sure that he stays strong and smart. Although apart for a little wittiness and irritation, Creo is very likable and kind.

Story/History:
Is a wip~

Art of WOI:
Le wip too :3 ~

Three facts about the WOI world and species:

Teenies wear training Armour made of wood~

They have two enemies called - Kronadors and chimera's ~

You can get four different types of WOI ~

[Mortikat]

Oh my, Neara! This is simply gorgeous! 8D