[Luckypaw]

By Alaska.

☥ Pup Number

3

☥ Name

Isis

☥ Name Meaning

Isis is the Egyptian god of magic, the most powerful female goddess known to them. She is said to have large, beautiful wings of multi-colored feathers that are alike to the winged solar disk { see armor }. She is called a beauty, with sleek black hair and a throne placed on top of her headdress. This is due to her name meaning 'throne'. Although, this female { WOI } Isis was named after the goddess rather than what it means to Egyptians.

☥ Age

Youngling

☥ Gender

Female

☥ Orientation

Unknown

☥ Birthday

October 31st

☥ Species

Warrior of Isket

☥ Height

Unknown

☥ Weight

Unknown

☥ Eye Color

Lake Blue

☥ Coat Base

White

☥ Markings

Crimson, dark brown and tan

☥ Warriors of Isket Facts

The Warriors of Isket are trying to find some freedom and peace, by capturing back the land the Kronadors are now inhabiting. A Warrior must always have a chest plate and a back plate in their armor. There are four types of WOI - individuals that have long ears and a long fluffy tail, normal ears and a long tail, normal ears and a normal tail, or short ears and a curled tail. Teenies are given wooden armor until they grow into their rank, and then receive their own unique armor.

☥ Interests in the Pup

I've been watching the Warriors of Isket adoptions for some time now, and had been waiting a few weeks to hear about the next pup going up for adoption. When I was looking through the adoptions and past litters, I realized that another one had been made and found Jex and Mizuki's litter. Each pup is beautiful, but pup three clearly stood out to me. The way that the dark markings beneath her eyes lit up her blue irises was my favorite part. I absolutely love her colors, especially the crimson and white base. All four pups are adorable and practically irresistible, put Isis stood out to me among the others. Her coat actually reminds me of a husky, and I love it. I would say that she looks most like her father, but her beauty and darker markings come from her mother's side.

☥ Likes

- White butterflies
- Rolling in the grass
- Basking in the sun
- Play-fighting
- Training
- Playing with adults
- Eating
- Sleeping
- Learning new words
- Learning new tricks
- Learning new tactics
- Hearing stories
- Tasting new meat
- Exploring the caves
- Family

☥ Dislikes

- Kronadors
- Grouchy adults
- Younglings that won't play
- Sitting around all day
- Talking too much
- Fighting for real
- Getting hurt
- Loud noises
- Deep water
- Boasting warriors
- Sometimes her siblings
- Getting in trouble

☥ Habits

- Chasing the butterflies
- Losing focus
- Thumping her tail on the ground
- Digging up the blue grass
- Counting the stars

☥ Hobbies

- Play-fighting
- Going out to explore
- Games with friends
- Swimming in shallow water
- Watching for shooting stars

☥ Favorite Color(s)

Red, white and purple

☥ Favorite Time

Sunrise or dusk

☥ Favorite Sound

Chirping birds

☥ Favorite Month

June

☥ Favorite Season

Summer

☥ Personality

A Miniature Firework
Often times, Isis has an extremely difficult time keeping focus on just about anything. The smallest movement of the blue grass, or beautiful glowing butterflies can draw her attention for long enough so that she won't remember what she was doing in the first place. Her lack of attention also causes her to be a little more excited than usual, often leading her to be hyper around those who won't be able to handle it as well. She sometimes upsets other Warriors due to her amount of energy, but she isn't like this all the time. It's only part of who she is. Hopefully when she grows older, Isis will be able to focus harder and do what she wants - because if she can't focus during training, she won't get far.

Love and Be Loved
Isis has always felt, since her birth, very strongly about how someone should love their family and friends. Her beliefs are that a family should stay together always, friends should always have each others' backs and a pack is always considered a family. In other words, she considers all Warriors to be a part of her family, and loves nearly all of them - of course, not the stubborn ones that keep her from her play fighting. Despite how she feels about some, she will always respect the others of her species. Isis has always loved her mother, father and siblings and would put her life on the line for any one of them, no matter how they felt about her. She's one of the most connected Warriors to her family, and can hardly stay away from them. If she does stray from her family, the little female will often find herself lonely and upset. There's not much she wants to do on her own, so growing up and having a family of her own is a bit of a scary concept. She's not sure if she could ever handle losing one of her family members, and so she finds it difficult to watch them go on patrols or searches for threats.

Fight to the Death
Stubborn headed, strong willed, strong headed, and basically stubborn are words that could describe one third of this pup's unique personality. This most likely had been inherited from her father's side of the family, but there is no certainty about that. Isis can be extremely strong willed and often butt heads with her siblings and parents, although she respects all of them equally. Often times there are things that seem to set her off, although not in a temper-tatrum of sorts, but merely into a civilized argument where she believes that she should win the point. Although most of this applies to her in a verbal sense, Isis can be known for putting up a good physical fight. She will often judge the situation and see the options of where her siblings could attack her during a play fight, and from there will choose her move. In her heart, this female believes she was meant to be a fighter. Therefore, she believes her place amongst the pact will most likely be a patrol, or in her dreams she will become a High Guard.

☥ Background

The First of Many Nightmares
It had been a long, exhausting day, and Isis was heading back to her parents' den. The pack had just been feeding, and her little stomach had ceased its ravenous snarling and growling. She had recently been weaned off of meat, and found little of it as tasteful as milk, yet she knew it was good for her and so she would eat her share. Besides, meat was becoming scarce now that winter had gone into its full reach. She padded slowly into her den, dragging in a bit of snow from her thick fur, and perked her ears up at the sight of her siblings. After a few minutes of tussling and ear-tugging, the dark-backed female rolling onto her side and exhaled tiredly. Isis was full and now all played-out, so she believed it was officially time for some sleep.

Two cerulean eyes lifted from the ground, sliding behind the confinements of a thick, blue-leafed bush. Many of those bushes surrounded this blue-eyed beast, keeping whatever it was out of the open. Just beyond those bushes, no longer in the safety of the shade, was a thick figure. It was easily recognized as a Kronador - a female, in fact, which meant the enemy had no horns, thinner claws and smaller fangs. Of course that didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous, because she was. The Kronador had its head low, digging into the body and flesh of which could not be confirmed, but it was a smaller body which meant a small mammal as prey. The blue-eyed creature slid slowly out from the bushes, revealing its multi-toned fur. The stripe that consumed the animal's nape, shoulders, back and tail waved slowly with each proud movement. This creature was female as well, and petite paws pressed into the soil as it became exposed. The female was clearly a warrior, but the question of who it was would be another discussion.

The warrior suddenly lunged forwards, revealing large canines that curled slightly downwards towards her bottom jaw. The Kronador lifted its head with surprise, leaping to the side as it back away and snarled. The blue-eyed warrior leapt for its enemy, shoving its paws into the chest of the female Kronador as she shoved it down towards the ground, the warrior herself also taking a good tumble. When the warrior quickly got up onto her small paws, her head swiveled just in time to see the Kronador bounding in her direction, jaws spread and spit spewing from its teeth like venom. The Kronador suddenly lowers its head, swinging it in the direction of the warrior just as they became close enough together, blinding the warrior with her long mane. The warrior fell backwards on her back, her eyes widening to better reveal the lake-blue irises of the female.

Suddenly, Isis leapt up from the ground in a serious fright. Her ears perked and long, fluffy tail swished as she leapt away from her siblings. This nightmare had truly frightening the poor pup, and what was worse was that she didn't recognize the female in her dream. She gave a gentle whine and may her way quickly out of the den, thus waking the twins and her mother. Mizuki lifted her head in question and called her daughter back into the den, ready to give her consoling words in order to figure out what had happened. "Come here, sweetheart, and lay down," Her mother began, before adding in her usual gentle tone, "Tell me what's wrong." Isis looked up at her mother with bright eyes, just the same blue from the dream, and sat down between her mother's paws. Once comfortable she laid down, exhaling quietly. After a moment, she finally began to tell the dream to her mother, "It wasn't a long dream, but I guess I was asleep for a while," The pup began, glancing out at how dark it was before continuing, "It was from a bird's view, I think, or something else. There was a girl warrior, one I have never seen before mother, and she was hiding in the bushes. It was stuck on her for a few minutes before showing me what she was looking at, a Kronador. It was big and scary, and you said females have no horns which means it was a female. They began to fight, and then the Kronador pushed the warrior on her back and suddenly.. Well, I woke up."

By the time she had finished the story, the little pup stared nervously up at her mother, wondering if her dream was any sort of a sign. Of course, she didn't tell her mother what the warrior looked like because she didn't think it was an issue. Mizuki looked down at her daughter, running her long tongue across her daughter's forehead. "Well, the dream won't happen again, so try to go to sleep," Her mother told her sweetly, laying her head down on the floor beside her paws. Isis exhaled quietly and curled up over her mother's paws, closing her eyes and attempting to sleep like her mother told her to. Her dream didn't mean anything, right?


Play-fighting
One of Isis' favorite time-consuming activities and hobbies was to play-fight, whether it be with her family or friends - young or older than herself. She often found herself never backing down from a play-fight, and bowing before warriors that were much larger than herself. She had always wanted to become something remarkable and strong, such as a High Guard, but knew she might be shooting beyond her reach. One day, with her mother watching and her father busy on a patrol with the rest of the Horus group, she decided it would be fun to challenge the two twins - her brother and sister. It wasn't very often that you didn't find the two of them together, whether it was glaring at the deepest parts of the caves or bounding back to their mother's belly.

It was time for her to see where she belonged amongst her three other siblings.

Bounding towards her siblings with a loud bark, Isis charged head-first. Her skull was lowered, eyes forward and ears pinned against her skull as a grinned formed upon her muzzle. She thought she was fine, but suddenly she tumbled to the ground, a two-second pain lasting in her side. When she finally could tell what was above her, she realized that it was one of the twins, her brother. It was dark out, and the only things that made her realize who it was were the beautiful white butterflies that fluttered above them, revealing his white face and beautiful two-toned eyes. Isis smirked up at her brother, gently reaching up to bat at his face. His grin was wider, stretching across his cheeks as he nipped playfully at his sister's paws. There weren't many times when they were able to really play fight, but clearly none were in the mood. It was nice to be around her siblings - she could always find one nearby to chew on their ear.

Once her white-faced brother rolled off of her with a playful giggle, the little female sat beside him. Their bodies lay in the blue grass, eyes focussed up at the stars as they dreamed of distant planets and galaxies. Mizuki lay near to them, her eyes watching her four pups as Jex was not too far away either. Even a little bit of playing had tired them all out, and they curled up beneath the gleaming sky. Soon, they would return to their dens to sleep. But for now it wasn't too late, as winter often brought the darkness early. The fluttering wings of the glowing, beautiful butterflies hummed Isis into a mellow state.

☥ Family

Arkhantos { Grandfather / Jex's Side } Kiamé { Grandmother / Jex's Side } Calisto { Aunt / Jex's Side } Odisseu { Uncle / Jex's Side } Lotis { Uncle / Jex's Side } Akela { Uncle / Jex's Side } Cain { Aunt / Jex's Side } Jex { Father } Rayo { Grandfather / Mizuki's Side } Soraya { Grandmother / Mizuki's Side } Kafka { Aunt / Mizuki's Side } Regian { Uncle / Mizuki's Side } Arivior { Uncle / Mizuki's Side } Donisherr { Uncle / Mizuki's Side } Mizuki { Mother } Unnamed { Sister } Unnamed { Brother } Unnamed { Brother }

☥ Armor Concept

Lines by EmberWolf, concept by me




☥ By TWG90

Adulthood & Youth

☥ By Morning


☥ By Tyasi


☥ By Benvolio Montague

☥ By Me

Armor Sketches & Mask Sketches
Blurry Sketches
In Thought
Playful

☥ By .:-Kamikaze-:.

☥ By Alaska.

Light My Path.

[Tisha-Nick]

Usernames(You and partner):
Tisha-Nick and Krasavitsa Ubiysta
Twin puppies:
Pup 1- Krasavitsa Ubiysta
Pup 2- Tisha-Nick
Puppies names:
Personality:
Story/Histoy:
Armour Design(only egypt themed):
Artwork:
three facts about WoI:
Why you choosed your partner?

[laces]

I am -Yellow- and Paint is my partner.

I chose Paint for my partner because she is my best friend in the entire world. I trust her more than anyone else with this contest. She is only learning to draw wolves, but she is still a wonderful friend to me. She doesn't know much about WoI, and I am going to show her all of it. She really wants this and so do I. We may not be the most awesome wolf artists, but we know we can do this. Me and Paint used to live close to each other; but we both moved a little further away. Paint has know that I've wanted a Warrior of Isket for the longest time. She's supported me all through it, even though she had little to no clue about what they are.

Siti and Nassor have really connected with me and Paint for many reasons. She fell in love with Siti, and I with Nassor. We find it cool how you can "joint" apply for these two amazing and special little WoI twins.The almost matching designs are adorable, and fairly easy to remember. I like the subtle differences between the two and the contrasting personalities we have created for them. Roleplaying these two twins would be an awesome experience for us because we would always have to post with each other. They always are together and could essentially become 'double trouble'. I also find it awesome how the Egyptian names fit and how the armor will. I think that their plain designs will also fit nicely with the bright golds, blacks, subtle reds, and turquoise that the Egyptians enjoyed to use. Let's say, the two little twin puppies have stolen our hearts.

Paint; pup 1, -Yellow-; pup 2

1.Female; Siti
Lady in Egyptian

2.Male; Nassor
Victor in Egyptian

Siti~
Siti is a bright and happy girl; and being the oldest of her littermates she likes to act like she is the queen of all of them. Siti acts like a lady and can be very snobby sometimes, even if she has a soft spot for her siblings. Around her parents, Siti is a perfect little angel. She can be a little mean sometimes, but if she realizes she was too mean she apologizes and wallows in her guilt. She always does what she thinks is right, but sometimes it isn't exactly the best decision. Siti is very independent and likes to do things on her own. Out of all of her siblings, she and Nassor share the biggest bond. Being twins, after all, they are always together and enjoy one another's company.
Nassor~
Nassor is a little quieter than Siti. He likes to "protect" his siblings, even Siti. Nassor is also very boyish and likes to go on adventures, even if he doesn't go far. Nassor also loves to win arguements; to live up to his namesake. He can be a little rude when he does speak, but he's very kind to Siti and his siblings. He's always with Siti and they are the best of friends, partners in crime, etc. Nassor is actually a really great little guy, and loves his family with all of his heart. Nassor may be little, but he has the heart of a lion and is as brave as any of the other Warriors of Isket. But, Nassor doesn't rely on brute strength for everything. He believes logic can solve problems as well as strength wins battles.

Nassor nudged his sleeping sister. "Siti," He woofed. "Siti, wake up." Siti opened one blue-gold eye and sniffed. "What?" She closed the eye again, wanting sleep. Nassor nudged her again. "Let's go outside! They never let us go out, and I wanna see what it's like!" He had almost forgotten to keep his voice down. Jex twitched in his sleep, and Nassor jumped. Staring at his father, he concluded that he was still in fact, asleep. "C'mon, Siti, don't be lazy." Nassor pleaded with the older twin. Siti opened her eyes. "What are we going to do out there?" Nassor's eyes shined as he told Siti about how amazing it would be, the colors so much more then the rust colored cave and tunnels they've seen. Siti sighed. "I guess I'll go with you, because I am just nice like that." Nassor huffed to assent his happiness that his older twin was going to accompany him. "Yay now let's go." The younger white pup made sure to keep his voice down; he didn't want to wake his other brother and sister or parents. Siti got up and shook out her sleek fur. She made a point to lick one part of her chest fur that was sticking up. Nassor marched out of the cave and through a tunnel with Siti on his heels.
When they reached the entrance of the tunnels at the base of the mountain, both twins gasp. Their blue and gold eyes took in the sight of Isket. The moon was shining high over the mountain, casting a white filter over all of the azure grass and the red rocks. A few silver moths floated lazily in thermals, flapping their wings and leaving sparkling trails in their wake. Siti launched herself out of the opening and ran after the sparkling moths. "They are sparkly!!" She woofed delightedly and jumped up to catch them. Nassor padded through the blue grass with his nose to the ground and his butt in the air. "Everything smells great!" He marveled at the sight and smell of his home land. Siti tumbled right next to the younger.
"Get your nose out of the ground and let's go over there!" She bossily yapped and shook her fur out. Nassor sighed and picked his head up. Siti padded over to some giant rust colored boulders, Nassor following and looking every which way. He wanted to absorb everything he saw into his mind so he could always see it! The two pups walked to the pile of rocks and stared up at the top. "Race ya!" Nassor challenged and stuck his rump in the air. Siti stared up. "Oh, I don't know, its kinda high... and my fur will get dirty!" Nassor rolled his eyes. "You're such a priss, Siti. You're no fun." The white brother placed his paws on the first red rock.
"Whatever, you can go get in trouble and I'll be here, all safe and sound!" Siti smiled haughtily and curled her long white and dark gray tail around her paws. Nassor shrugged his shoulders and leaped up on the red rock. He looked up at the sky and continued climbing, the large rocks turning his white fur into a darker gray and shadowing him. The younger twin climbed higher and higher, smiling and panting now.
After a while, Nassor had gotten pretty high. His pawpads were hurting a little, and scraped from the rough rocks. The pup paid no heed to his large paws aching and jumped up onto the last rock at the top of the pile. “Woah!” He breathed and surveyed the land of Isket around him. Craggy red mountains, dark blue and brown forests, the moonlight shining down and highlighting it all with silver was the sight the young pup’s eyes beheld when he looked around. Nassor breathed. Isket was truly beautiful. That was when he made his mind to protect this land as much as he could. He stared down at his older twin.
“Hey Siti! Come-” Nassor’s eyes widened as a female, young Kronador emerged from the forest behind his sister. “Siti!! Get up here NOW!” He yelped at his sister. Siti whipped her head around her shoulders and her eyes widened larger than her brother's did. The Kronador sniffed the air and caught sight of the two twin puppies. Siti scrambled up the rocks as it loped easily to the pile of rocks. It was about half as tall as the pile itself, and had massive claws and teeth. Siti squealed and pinned her ears back, running up the rocks as fast as she could. The Kronador growled and snapped her teeth at Siti's long tail.
Siti squealed more and pulled her tail away, barely missing getting it skinned. Nassor growled. "You stay away from my sister!" But the younger pup dared not step down from his 'safe' perch at the top of the rocks. The Kronador's claws scratched at the rocks just under Siti, and it began to climb. Siti jumped to Nassor and missed, but Nassor bit the scruff of her neck and pulled her up, saving her. The giant beast slid down just a moment. Nassor pushed Siti behind him, growling. "Take me, not her, you foul creature!" The Kronador snarled loudly and opened its jaws. With a sharp motion, it began to strike at Nassor. The white pup closed his eyes tightly and wrinkled his muzzle, preparing for the bite.
The bite never came. A clash of metal on flesh rang through the night air, and Nassor curiously opened his eyes. Siti peeked from next to him. To their surprise, Jex and the patrol of Horus had come to save them. Kaim climbed up the rocks and retrieved the twins, carrying them by their scruffs. Both of the twins closed their eyes as the fight continued.
Soon, Jex and Lestat had finished off the Krondador. Jex stared at his two pups who hid behind Kaim. "Now, why exactly did you run away while everyone was sleeping?'' He asked. Nassor sullenly crept forward, slinking low to the ground. He pinned his dark gray ears back. "I-it was all my idea... you see, I wanna see Isket. And now that I have, I wanna protect it was much as any other warrior!" Jex smiled a little at this statement. "Well, you two are in a lot of trouble for all of this." "But Dad!" Siti cried. "No fair!! It was Nassor's faulllllt!" Jex shook his head and looked down at his twin children. "You still came." Nassor sulked. He looked down at the ground and they were taken back to the cave, where Mizuki and their siblings were all still asleep. Nassor pouted the whole way, and Siti kept silent.

By LotusWolf
I have made another concept I like.

By Painteh


By Me


Lines by Paint, colored by Me


By Me; Was supposed to be an animation but the frames were messed up


By Me


By Me (Click to get a bigger view)


By ~Drizzle~

What are Warriors of Isket?
Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.

What does a Warrior of Isket look like?
A warrior of isket could be a big wolf with Normal ears, Long ears or really Short ears and 3 other different tails as well.
Also A Warrior of Isket will always have really special Armor! their armor also must alway have a chest plate and a back plate.

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.

[not here sorry!]

Username: Spirit


Pup number: The beautiful and lovely pup number 3.


Pup's name: Kissa
Kissa means 'sister of twins'. Some nicknames she can be called are K, Kiss, Issa, or any of the sort. However, her parents are the only ones who call her "sister of the twins" from time to time.
I chose this name with the help of two best friends. ^^ The name makes a lot of sense, since she IS the sibling of pup 1 and 2, the twins, and it also sounds sweet and fitting with her gorgeous markings.


Personality: There is normally a quiet, timid little pup that you normally see. Well, those are the perfect words to explain Kissa. She is extremely shy to those unfamiliar with her, and would just remain silent if in a conversation with strangers. It makes her uncomfortable to talk to warriors whom aren't close to her, which makes her difficult to befriend. Often, the help of her other three siblings is required if she wants to meet others. However, Kissa seems to slightly 'change' her personality when only with her family. The young pup doesn't mind playing and frolicking in the lush, cyan grass with them, though she's the gentle one and dislikes play-fighting. Her father, Jex, is close to her, and so K is known as the "daddy's girl".
A little while after meeting Kiss, you can see her personality traits develop. She will do anything to be with the wildlife, and is not that girl-ish at all. She doesn't mind being messy, just as long as she's surrounded by what she adores; the scenery and animals of Isket. She is warm-hearted and loves the land of the beautiful land she's proud to call home, and enjoys being settled in with nature all around her. Day dreaming and thinking is one of her main hobbies to do, and can be lost into wondering in peace and quiet. Kissa is thought to be a little strange to feel sorry for the Kronadors, that they have no ability to be in peace with the Warriors and share the land. The soft, generous pup is loyal to her kind, though, and would never be caught lying or betraying them.
Overall, Kissa is a kind, soft-hearted pup that adores her family and is awfully shy towards strangers.


Story/History: Dim, faint rays of the pale sunshine poured into the rust-red, cave-like den. Sighing happily, I curled up at the strong, beautifully-colored edge and gazed out contently. My radiant, sky-blue eyes looked out as I was comforted by the familiar, tiny snores of my sleeping family. I was always the morning-bird, and was up wide awake before everyone else to see the glorious star of the day rise up to the cerulean sky. It felt wonderful to be up alone, being surrounded by everything you loved and adored. It felt...peaceful. Somewhat peaceful.
Except...I wonder...who am I?
I buried my muzzle into my tiny, white paws, staring. Isket; even pronouncing its name was brilliant. "Is-ket," I whispered the syllables, my voice almost quiet to not startle my slumbering siblings and parents. Long, slender tail flicking, I stirred up a mini cloud of red dust as I blinked slowly.
"Kissa?"
This sudden voice startled me greatly, and caused me to nearly lose my balance. My paws frantically scrambled across the very edge, and I felt myself being immediately dragged back by the scruff before plunging down to my very fate. I let out a soft sight of relief and turned to face Father. Letting my thudding heart return to its regular rate, I grinned sheepishly before cowering away. "Did I wake you up?" I asked quietly. "I'm sorry if I did, I didn't mean t-" His large paw rested on my head and I heard him chuckle humourously, "It's fine, K. Relax."
You may ask; who IS my father? His name is Jex, and is one of the most understanding, kind, and hard-working wolves I know. Well, actually, I don't know many warriors; as a matter of fact, he's the one who helps and guides me on how to socialize more with my fellow canines, as well as my mother, my brother, and the twins. Dad plays with us pups and tells stories about the Kronadors(they sound awfully frightening) if he has time. He's the most brilliant warrior in all of Isket! Well, besides mother, who is very loving and caring. Her name is Mizuki; such a beautiful name to say, huh? She's an inspiration to me, like Father, and I love both of them.
"Well, I have to go to my patrol now," Father spoke in his bold, determined voice. He licked mother, brothers, and sister's heads and nuzzled mine. "Be good, my little warrior," he murmered to me, flicking his orange ears and touching me on the shoulder with the white tip of his tail. "I promise," I replied back, nodding obediently. Chuckling, he responded,"Of course. I'd never doubt you, the sister of the twins."
Sister of twins? I had no clue what that meant, but it WAS true, I guess. He and mom has always called me that for a little nickname. But how come, and why didn't they call my brother "brother of twins"? It was unusual, but I ignored the cluelessness that stirred in my mind whenever I thought about it.
"Farewell," he called, gracefully leaping away from our den. "Bye!" I exclaimed, but then covered my mouth with a paw. Taking a slight, hesitant glimpse at the rest of my family, I sighed with relief as I saw they didn't wake up from me. It was a lucky advantage that my voice could be so soft sometimes.
The luminescent sun was finally up at the vast, cloudless sky, with its bright, vivid blue stretched out and across the world. My sleeping siblings woke up and soon we were frolicking around in the lush, azure grass, of course under mother's supervision. However, I didn't want to join in with their noisy chattering, tackling, and play-fighting. I needed harmony and quiet; one of my favorite things, the opposite of what they were doing. Trotting over to mother, I asked,"Can I go off away from here? I want to...um...just observe the nature. Isket IS a gorgeous land, and I just want to see some of it. Would you care if I did? If you don't, I can just stay here, I don't really mind."
Mother laughed lightly, ruffling my black-colored back fur by stroking it with her rough toungue. "Don't worry, Kissa, I trust you completely," she said. "I'll allow you to, just don't wander off too far and get lost, okay?" I nodded,"Of course." She smiled as she whispered,"We wouldn't want to lose the sister of the twins, would we?"
Again, the flicker of curiousity about this nickname seemed to awaken inside me. Sister of twins. What could this all mean?
Once more, I decided to brush off the thought and scampered off. "Thank you, Mom!" I called out, turning my head as I dashed to be engulfed by the many fascinations of the land.
Collapsing tiredly over onto a soft patch of cyan grass, I let my aching paws rest. I've been travelling for a bit sometime and for a pup like me, walking around surveying the land is somewhat hard with short legs and paws. Observing the world, I felt serene with the towering trees all around me and the pure white river running swiftly ahead. Now was a good time to wonder and daydream; my hobby. I shut out everything in my prescense as I wondered.
Sister of the twins. How rather unusual. They called me many nicknames, K, Kiss, Issa, and a lot of embarrassing names. But this is weird, and I'm going to try my best to find out what this is all about. Yes, my brother has nicknames, too, however, not as mysterious as mine. How about the twins? They were such a wonderful duo, and stuck together. They were well-known for this.
Wait. Well-known? Why, of course they were. Both their eyes were a mesmerizing blue-yellow, and they were notorious as they were together in a pair, seemingly unseperatable. But is this a way of telling that I'm only identified for me being the sibling of them? I hope not. I felt a shiver pass through me.
Suddenly there was a loud rustle coming of the large bushes. Was that the wind or something else? My tiny, thorn-sharp claws pierced the ground nervously while I heard the heavy thumping of my very heart. Thud. Thud. Thud. There were a few noisy foot-steps and deep, rumbling growl behind me, and I forced myself to turn. Whirling around, my jaw dropped.
A humungous figure towered over me,its large, pitch black shadow covering me like a cloak with its darkness. Looking up,my fur bristled as I noticed what I was facing, the classic enemy that was told in Father's stories:
A Kronador.
Its long,light-colored mane cascaded down its broad back and shoulders. Frighteningly sharp horns pierced through its light, stained with dried, crimson blood. Dark, dull green scales covered its entire body, and its furious neon eyes glared at me. Its long teeth and claws glimmering in the pale moonlight, sank deep into the soft blue grass. The outraged beast uttered a loud,bitter roar,iritated on finding a little, troublesome PUP on its side of Isket.
And the pup was me.
"D-don't hurt me!" I cried, backing away. "I don't mean any harm, I-I just-" Interupting me, the monster snarled,"You have just trespassed into our territory. You and your kind are always a threat. Foolish little one, I'm afraid this is your last day of your life. You're going to-"
But he never finished his sentence. The metallic clash of metal struck the air like lightning and a familiar voice growled,"She's going to what?" I lifted my head from my paws to see Father, Mother, and a few other warriors. "Leave, Kissa," Mother yelled in a grave voice. "Go to your siblings NOW." Gulping, I scampered off, back to where safety was.
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"How'd the Kronador look like?" asked my brother, tilting his head in interest. The other two nodded eagerly, pestering me with questions. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about the...situation. Um...I'd just like to sleep," I whispered, feeling guilt taint my feelings. Despite the fact that I felt horrible when I saw disappointment in their eyes, I was quite glad to get the topic of my mind and finally rest.
However, I couldn't doze off no matter what I tried. Tossing and turning, my sapphire eyes remained opened. What if they Kronadors get them? Its all my fault...I should've stayed. Sighing, I glanced up at the silver, full moon clinging on the navy blue, star-speckled sky. I hoped that everything would somehow turn okay.
If the Kronador DID get me, then...I wonder if they would worry.
It seemed almost forever until the moment my parents returned home. At that point, I had a mixture of feelings, with uncomfortableness and shame hanging onto me as if it were a burr. On the bright side, I was relieved that none of them had any serious injuries and just had minor scratches and bites that could be quickly healed by Igino, the healer. However, when both of them approached the den, I panicked for a minute. Then, I realized there was no choice but to face the punishment I deserved. I was the one who dragged them into the Kronador situation, after all.
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"Kissa, I told you to stay near our pack," Mother scolded, narrowing her eyes sternly. "I know," I replied anxiously. "I'm sorry, I-I guess I lost time and track of where I was going." Father sighed and spoke,"We were very worried, K. We couldn't live properly if that...wretched Kronador got you." I tilted my head in shock, asking,"You...you were worrying?"
"Well, of course, Kiss," he said. "Why wouldn't we?"
Time to admit the thoughts of the nickname, "Sister of the Twins".
I took a deep breath, gathering up my courage, and looked up at their confused expressions. "Why do you call me the sister of the twins? I mean, I am and its accurate, but I was just wondering...is it because that's the only thing that makes me special?" The grown warriors exchanged glances at each other and their worried, concerned frowns transformed into an amused smile. "Of course not, my dear," Mom smiled. "Its actually the meaning of your name, and a very special one, indeed. You should feel proud that you're the sister of them, and your other brother, too, of course." Nodding in agreement, Father grinned,"And besides, you're more than special. You're the world to us, and the only thing that's unique is that you're the sister of twins, its that you're our daughter."
---
Morning again. But this time, something shifted inside me, a slight change. I knew who I was and understood my nickname.
I was finally in peace.


Armour Design:

This armor was a mix of many Egyptian gods and goddesses, including Bastet, Isis, etc.
I didn't color or line any of it, but she has a hood with armor that has many hieroglyphics etched onto it. The main colors are gold, blue, and red.

I lined the armor and gave the colors of what it would be. ^^



Artwork:

Art by Spiriteh(me)



Reason Why I Want Kissa:
Why do I want Kissa? Well, that's an easy question to answer; I'm in love with her. Of course, I'm going to list the numerous reasons why I think she's amazing.
Well, first off, it wasn't hard to decide which pup to want. Sure, the twins are amazingly designed, and are both extremely rare, and pup 4 seems like such a marvelous and warrior to have! However, when I saw the third pup, which is whom I'm trying out for now, I literally got up, grabbed the computer screen and continued staring in awe at the image of her. Those radiant blue eyes and brilliant, bold markings captured my attention. It was then I promised myself to try and give it my all to win this.
I had always wanted a Warrior to own as soon as I saw that first art of these magnificent species. It was not because of the popularity it stirred, it was because of the unique qualities of these wolves, like the creativity of the complicated armor, the plot and setting of where they thrive in, the brilliant designs, and so on. I often reread the WOI page about them over and over again, studying about them. Whenever there was an opportunity to try out for these fabulous species, I attempted to get one Warrior that I could be able to own and adore.
I truly want Kissa, and to win this. I think I've grown attached to her after looking at her and planning the form for a while. xD If I lose, I'll be sad for a while because I want to win this, but hey, its only fair to the judges if they want to decide who gets who. ^^ But if I achieve my goal to have her as my own, I WILL love you and her forever. If I find any time, I'll always draw pictures and doodle her around. I swear never to forget her, and I will be glad to join in any WOI RP if there is one currently.
And, of course, I'll always give her lots of love. <3

[○~Discover~○]

{- Forget it. Please do not use any of this art -}

[winkatuck]

Username:
winkatuck
Pup number:
3
Pup's name:
Leto
Greek for "The Hidden One"
Personality:
WIP
Story/Histoy:
WIP
Armour Design:
WIP
Artwork:

[NinthWolf]

Twins

TheNinthWolf & Alawai


Number 2


Miharu translated as;

Meaning Beautiful light.

PERSONALITY HERE


WIP SKETCH

• WOI's main enemies are called Kronadors, they are both reptilian and equine.
• teenies start with an wooden training armor and wear it until they become an Rank candidate.
• WOI Armour is made from Humans 8,000 years ago.

I chose Alawai since, we're best friends <3 And I love her, I tell her everything and she is 'my twin', we have similar interests and lifestyles, We both strive to protect animals from death for material 'needs'. I've known her for a long time, since....forever.
we speak non-stop, she is me... I've always believed you have something called spirit siblings, this means she is a sibling,not by blood but spirit.
We've never had an argument and always work as a team <3


Alawai & TheNinthWolf


Number 1

Hopa

Meaning Beautiful in Lakota

PERSONALITY HERE

• Teenie training armour is made from wood.
• The Foliage in Isket is Blue
• Kronador's always instigate the fights.

WHY ALAWAI CHOSE ME HERE




Their father, Jex's voice rang out, two perfect bundles lay still tightly together. Their mother, Mizuki jarring their fragile bodies as she licked them intently.
The two, along with their other two siblings had been raised in Isolation since the Kronadors had been claiming Isket bounds as the warriors fought defensively against them.
The day had been cold, Icey snow hid the blue landscape, glow flies were hidden in the pale sheet.
Kronador tracks, like craters brooded over the concealed terrain, and echoed Kronador scream tremorred through the earth, the pups cried as the screech

MAJOR, MAJOR WIP

[princess pudding]

Three facts about WOI ;;


✐While the Warriors of Isket live
in a gorgeous land accompanied
by lush green hills and rushing waterfalls,
there is little peace due to their enemies,
the Kronadors.

✐Every young Warrior of Isket must embark
on a journey to obtain their own armor,
which was made by the Ur’s 8,000 years ago.

✐The Kronadors only come in Isket colors.

Usernames:

Cider Chi. & mango sherbet

Twin puppies:

Pup 1; mango sherbet
Pup 2; Cider Chi.

Puppies names:

Zesiro [Female] & Atsu [male]

Zesiro; meaning 'Edlest Twin'.
Atsu; meaning 'Youngest Twin'.
mango sherbet and I decided on these names due to both personalities and the story behind their past. While Zesiro is the Eldest, Atsu is shameful for being younger than his sister and his name.

Why you choosed your partner?

Cider Chi--Although I didn't know mango sherbet at the time, she pm'ed me asking about working with her, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to make a new friend. Even more so, her art is absolutely beautiful. We decided I'd work on the writing perspective and she the art, that way we would make a wonderful team. I'm very excited and have the hopes of achieving my first WOI.

mango sherbet-- I found Cider Chi out of pure luck while searching through roleplays, and I was impressed by her writing. Since all my other friends had entered with different partners, I thought it a good opportunity to make a new friend. I have high hopes for our entry and believe strongly that we have a chance to win Zesiro and Atsu.

Why we want these pups

Mango sherbet and myself are attempting to achieve these pups for several reasons. Not only do we see them are gorgeous twins coming from two Isket Warriors, but we see the perfect opportunity to bond with each other and add new family members to our many loved characters. I myself have never had a WOI and have always dreamt of the day I was able to with my effort, and having a partner like mango has made all the difference.

Personality:

When you first sight Zesiro, you may picture the perfect leader-- the stance of power, a grin of authority and a tail held high for her land—but there is more to the young Warrior that meets the eye. Beyond her glossy grey and white coat and mixed irises is simply a twin dealing with the occasional brother and sister Montague, and she wants nothing more to obtain the traits little Atsu has. While her younger brother sears of jealousy, Zesiro sits at the other end, both unaware of their admiration for the other.

Zesiro’s troubles may seem far out of reach, but her ‘perfection’ is the reason for her secret bitterness. When she and Atsu were born, a bond was formed between the two twins that would soon change the course of fate. She was cursed with luckiness. Her brother, on the other hand, perceived the trait of unluckiness.

Stubborn and strong-willed, there’s no doubt that her ‘curse’ isn’t the only reason why other canines see potential in her. While Zesiro may not desire attention, she possesses the correct strategies and strength to lead her friends to victory, and knows how to weave out of situations unharmed. The Warrior’s outer-shell is what brings forth her popularity, but also dooms her to dreary and crestfallen thoughts only Atsu can help her deal with. Being twins, it is only natural the two young Warriors spend most of their time side by side. Zesiro doesn’t have a strong connection to her other siblings as she does with Atsu, but strives to live up to her family’s expectations, though she finds it difficult to be far from her brother. For her, he is her second half, and without him she is useless of her luckiness. They are the Ying and Yang, and neither could do their parts in culture or value alone. Zesiro often becomes overly protective of her brother and will defending him of the simplest insult, even if he isn’t always grateful for her support and believes he is viewed as the weaker sibling.

Going beyond their simple sibling bond, Zesiro has always felt compelled to be at his side, even if it isn’t at the sight of battle. To her, she is nothing but a mute half of a brilliant picture, and only Atsu can finish their connection, even if he holds the key to unluckiness and misfortune. Neither understand their ‘curse’, but Zesiro is determined to unlock the mystery that has swept both canines off their feet in conspiracy. Deep down, she feels guilty that she has received so much of the praise in their childhood and has always been aware of her brother’s spiteful jealousy; the only way to bond his hurt is to release the one thing that has donned him in his bitterness, even if it means letting go of her own good luck. “It’s just as much a curse as it is a charm,” she will constantly insist, but Atsu seems to have a different idea in mind. Even still, he loves her just as much as she loves him, and not even the lies and mysteries that surround them could bring them apart.

Zesiro is ✐stubborn . The seemingly bitter trait both defines and corrupts her, but she isn’t one to back down from anything…even the smallest of troubles. Many of the Isket Warriors see it as a sign of loyalty and bravery, but there are those who designate it as a weakness and a flaw lacking control. To her, it isn’t a matter of what the others think of her, but what it will do to affect her will in the future; it’s something she can’t exactly control, but rather let’s take over in rage. She still hasn’t decided if it is a work of her charm or a potential death sentence to her existence.

While she may conduct unspoken behavior, Zesiro possesses a great deal of ✐stress on her shoulders. While the others may not see it, she feels completely lost in her own world, convinced she would be better off without luckiness. It might sound crazy, but the way she sees it, she would much rather take her chances on her own then with unwanted fortune. Poor Atsu, living in her shadow out of jealousy, driven out of popularity by his sister’s curse and his own.



Zesiro strode into the clearing, forcing a smile to carve across her bloodied lips. A group of Isket Warriors began to surround her, swarming at her paws with howls and yelps of excitement. She looked on with nervousness, not sure how to respond to the attention focused on her.
“You did it, Zesiro!” One shouted, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he struggled to fight the furry current to reach her.
“You really fought off a Kronador by yourself? You’re a God, I say!” Another added with astonishment. Murmurs of agreement swarmed through the clearing like a wildfire, increasing in height with each ticking second. Zesiro modestly dipped her head to the side, speechless. When she looked to her right, Atsu wasn’t there, and his spot was quickly taken up by her admirers.
“Zesiro! Zesiro!” Everyone began cheering. Something snapped in her chest. The chanting grew louder and louder until it was nothing but an irritating buzz in her ears. This isn’t fair. Atsu was the one who brought help. He was the one that warned the Warriors.
Atsu was sitting off to the side, cowering in the shadows of an elder bloom. His eyes was fastened on the ground, starring at nothing in particular. Nowolf seemed to notice the little war hero that had saved their lives.

Story/Histoy:

Zesiro and her siblings were born on a chilly autumn evening under the coverage of the forest thicket. Their mother, Mizuki, had given a great deal of energy to bear her pups, but the sleepy joy that lit her face was enough to assure her mate she was alright. Jex lay protectively at her side, carefully watching as she stroked each pup’s tiny head. His eyes held a questionable stare only she herself could comprehend, and the beautiful she-wolf smiled, nodding in approval. It was time to name their children.

The unnamed pup coated in mostly white fur shifted against her mother’s belly, squealing when something wet nosed her shoulder. She pawed at the thing and went back to suckling, unaware of the world around her or the other helpless creatures beside her. There was nothing but warmth, the sickly sweet liquid and herself. “I have a good feeling about this one,” said her mother, grooming the tiny thing’s head with a stroked tongue. “Zesiro. ‘The Eldest Twin’.” Mizuki’s eyes roamed her twin brother, whom was curled up in her belly fur, ignoring the presence of his big sister and struggling for a taste of milk. Their father nodded in agreement, his tail wrapped around his mate’s thigh protectively. “She’s beautiful, my dear. Simply perfect.” At that very moment, the little baby girl known as Zesiro felt a spark of life from beneath her shut eyes at her father’s proud words. She felt infinite in her state of slumber. Why couldn’t good things last?



The Kronador was closing in on her. Zesiro swerved across the glistening blue grass and nearly collapsed among the foliage, huffing and panting heavily as the chase came to an end. The massive green creature crashed out from the timber and let out a snarl, raking its claws over the ground in anticipation as the Warrior halted among the field. The two enemies stood their ground, taking in gulps of air as each waited for the other to lead the battle. Zesiro, coated in her gold and silver Egyptian armor, lifted her head to it and revealed two sets of rigid teeth. Enough of this nonsense. I’m not going to run from this monster any longer. As if on cue, the Kronador charged, lashing out claws, fangs and fury on the she-wolf. Zesiro knew better than to clash with the deadly trio and scrambled back in the cyan grass, reeling on her back heels. A clot of block trickled over her left eye and blinded her, turning the world crimson and sticky. How could this happen?

What had begun a peaceful hunting party had abruptly ended with the attack of four Kronadors, but only one remained, lusting for the taste of flesh and death. Two of the Warriors were dead, sliced up and left to rot until discovered, and the third was off to warn the closest party. Whatever the bitter creatures wanted, it was nothing peaceful, and only Zesiro remained, forced to fend off the Kronador herself. You can do this, Zes. This isn’t the first time you’ve fought one. Then again, Atsu had been at her side during that battle, and she wasn’t even sure if her brother was okay. He was the remaining Warrior who had reluctantly left to retrieve backup and send help for at her orders, leaving her all alone to defend herself.

Zesiro turned head and lunged for the beast, sinking her claws into its exposed thigh. It wailed with fury and shook her off, flicking blood in several directions as it thrashed. The warrior hit the ground with a huff and a swirl of dust and fireflies churned about her, her small body crumpled up with pain. This is impossible. This thing is huge. Atsu, where are you? Her brother wasn’t coming to save her. She truly was on her own. So be it. Zesiro rose from the wavering grass, her jaws parted into the beginning of a growl. Not even her luckiness could prevent her death. Only one of the two enemies would leave this grass of cyan. I fight for Isket. “I fight for Isket!” She screamed above her thoughts, and the Kronador screamed with her.

The impact, for a second time, was brutal. Yet she refused to lose to the creature that had slaughtered two of her companions. She refused to let her family discover her carcass instead of the beast. The two interlocked and snarled for victory, tearing flesh and bone. Zesiro dug her claws into whatever landed in front of her eyes, but the Kronador weighed several times more than she did, making it impossible to cling on long enough to make damage. This struggle went on for what felt like hours, but when she felt like she might collapse from exhaustion, her opponent looked hardly out of breath. It swiped a long tongue over bloodied lips and snorted in triumph, pawing at the grass like a charging bull. Zesiro clung to gravity, gasping and heaving. The Kronador grinned. If I’m to do in the battlefield, then by Isket your coming down with me. She flung herself forward, straight for its neck and massive jaws.

Darkness swallowed her vision. There was a slight pain in her jugular, but it was as though she were floating. …Am I dead? No. This couldn’t possibly be the gates to her doom. A powerful force caught up with her, pressing down until she was screaming with agony. When her eyes fluttered open against her sleepiness, she was shocked by what she saw. Atsu was ripping at the Kronador, their snarls muted by fuzziness and dripping pain. He blurred back and forth, driving it away against a feeble barrier.

“Brother…” She murmured, shivering as blood began to consume in a pool around her. She was wounded, but not dead. And it was all thanks to Atsu. So he came after all. Something, however, felt wrong. His expression was so hateful…The way he attacked the beast was almost satanic like. A tiny warrior against a massive Kronador, and here he was tearing it to clots. It wailed out and peddled backwards, trying to escape Atsu’s wrath. At that moment, he went in for the death kill, and sent his opponent crashing to the ground. Zesiro watched, stunned into a cold dread.
[continued into Atsu’s version]

Armour Design:

maango sherbet--
Zesiro's armor is based off the egyptian goddess Isis. It uses her sacred colors, which are gold and blue, and the feathers depicted are those of a male snail kite. I used many bird elements in the armor, including the 'claw' paw coverings, the 'wings of isis' along the flanks, and the 'beak,' which has colors based off a snail kite's beak. To make the armor appear more 'egyptian,' I also included an egyptian collar, mummy wrappings, and many blue jewels. The hind leg plates are large golden ankh shapes. All the gray feathers on the armor are snail kite feathers, which are white-tipped. I believe that Zesiro's armor is not only attractive, it would be helpful in battle, especially with the collar protecting Zesiro's neck and the 'claws' attached to the paw-pieces being several times sharper than her actual claws.
I apologize if it appears that I copied other WOI armor, as I don't have much knowledge on their armor myself and cannot check my design against every armor there is

Artwork:

(c) mango sherbet


(c) mango sherbet


(c) The-Silver-Wolf


(c)Kolf


(c) Edwina


(c) mango sherbet


(c) Bold4195


(c) Kᴀᴍɪᴋᴀᴢᴇ


(c) mango sherbet



(c) mango sherbet


(c) mango sherbet

Personality:

Unlike his big sister Zesiro, Atsu is anything but a lucky duck in the family. Both mental and physical scars of the past and present have left him a seemingly bitter inner-shell, but he is reluctant to reveal this to anyone but himself. To his brothers and sisters, he is simply a shy brute unsure of how to express himself. What none of them know, is that deep down, Atsu hates the ignorance that surrounds him—how dare they think so little of him? Why must they idol Zesiro over him? The strangest part, is that he loves his sister more than anything in the world, despite his reasons to despise her. He blames others for his misery, but not Zesiro. She may lack his hollow rage, but he knows she would never do anything to harm him.

When Atsu was still a growing pup, his siblings learned of his inability to stick up for himself. He was an easy pushover, but Zesiro was always at his side to prevent any hurtful remarks—even now. He usually snaps at this, but it only adds relief to his shoulders to know he doesn’t have to constantly stress over silly matters. There’s only one wolf he can trust, and that is his eldest twin. They are constantly side by side, bringing up important matters to each other and leaving behind the world around them in thought. He trusts her with all his heart, and there’s no one else he would rather admit his struggles with—not even his mother knows how much he hurts at points. She never truly believed he was ‘unlucky’ by curse, but her gentle words never seemed to convince him far enough to leave behind his doubt. Atsu is unlucky. Anything good that has ever happened to him always ended with pain or death to his loved ones, and he fears for Zesiro’s safety; even so, it’s impossible for him to shut her out. That would be like cutting off his connection with insanity.

When entering the apprentice stage, Atsu met Minorin, a lame female Warrior who had little to do with training and hunting with her disability. He was intrigued by her, and pursued to get to know her better, thus leading to friendship. They spent much of their apprenticeship together, and he fell in love. He did not, however, admit this to her or anyone else, afraid he would lose her to his curse. He refused to let Minorin slip between his paws to his unluckiness. Romance never occurred, and slowly, she and Atsu drifted apart as they grew up. [ For more, read Atsu’s story. ]

Atsu is ✐quiet. He keeps to himself, besides letting out his worries to his sister, and enjoys his own company. As much as he wants to stick up for himself, it seems easier to sit back and allow others to say things about him. Zesiro is the complete opposite of this and often scolds him for being such a push-over. In his mind, he’s being safe by not starting quarrel’s. Why should he try and change the arrogance of one’s thoughts? That’s their business, not his, and they may think and say what they want.

Atsu struggles with a very minor case of ✐Schizophrenia, or something similar to the medical condition. Whether it is his imagination or not (or even the curse), he isn’t sure, but he often hears voices coming from his head and has trouble deciphering what is real and what isn’t. The 'voices' don’t muddle his thoughts or urge him into temptation, but Atsu is aware they are there and does his best to ignore them. The only wolf that knows about it is Zesiro, and she has fully fledged to believing him. They both have a strange connection when it comes to truth, and rarely anything gets by the other.

Story/Histoy:

Atsu and his siblings were born on a chilly autumn evening under the coverage of the forest thicket. Their mother, Mizuki, had given a great deal of energy to bear her pups, but the sleepy joy that lit her face was enough to assure her mate she was alright. Jex lay protectively at her side, carefully watching as she stroked each pup’s tiny head. His eyes held a questionable stare only she herself could comprehend, and the beautiful she-wolf smiled, nodding in approval. It was time to name their children.

When Atsu was born, he wasn’t exactly the center of attention. Sure, both is parents were proud to have twins in the litter, but Zesiro seemed to be the one with all eyes on her. She did come first, after all. A tiny Atsu wriggled against his mother’s belly, mewling like a helpless kitten, but all the while she was excitedly deciding a name for her daughter. “‘Zesiro,” she said, “’Eldest Twin’.” The two parents agreed and slowly, ever so slowly, their heads swung towards him. The youngest twin. “What about Atsu, Mizuki?” asked his father, lacking the same bold, proud hint to his voice. “An eldest twin deserves a youngest twin.” It was decided. With that name came the permanent reminder of just how much weaker Atsu was than his sister, and it would forever haunt him. He let out a sigh of disproval, which seemed slightly false coming from a sleeping pup, and rolled onto his side as different, unfamilier voices rose inside his head. Mizuki and Jex both waited for that same spark, but nothing came. In fact, Atsu was pretty sure in his unconscious state that he felt a twist of pain from his exposed chest. Something was very wrong…but what?



Zesiro’s battle with the Kronador hadn’t been the only ‘repelling’ event to grasp a hold that stormy afternoon. In fact, Atsu would have rather preferred he take her place than what nature’s course had in store for him. When the patrol was attacked, his first thought was, this is my fault. My unluckiness is what brought the Kronadors here. I shouldn’t have come, but as two of their Warriors went down underneath fanged fury, it only increased into heavy guilt. How could he live with himself, knowing he put to death two of his own? He thought the curse would stop there, but it didn’t. It never did.

Atsu swerved over the hazel, gasping heavily into the frosted air. Behind him, the trees shuddered and a massive green form tore after him. I have to lose this thing, he thought, wincing as a tree branch wiped him across the muzzle. I can’t lead it straight for the others. What the he** do I do? …Lead it on. But where? His head began to hurt. This wasn’t going to be easy. The kronador roared from the path, adding to his stress and pile of troubles. Atsu kicked up the dirt as he fled into the darkness. Never once did he let up. While he may not have been the most magnificent fighter, his skinny frame and stilt legs gave him an extra burst of speed to help him escape his enemies’ jaws. The thing plundered after him, causing the forest to tremble underneath heavy raptor-like claws. Birds took flight from their trees, squealing with cold dread at the creatures below them, and woodland mice dove for their dens, skinny pastel tails vanishing into the earth at the sound of pursuit. Leaves twirled to the ground, effortlessly playing into the dull flooring.

The trees parted. A filter of grey light rained down onto his pelt, but Atsu had little time to ponder it before the ground beneath him gave way. His body lurched forward, claws digging feebly into the edge of what appeared to be cliff. Down below, a muddy gorge welcomed death, dumped to the brim with shards of rock. He plummeted downward, wailing, bathed in the muddy slope to his belly. His jaws snapped down on a hanging root, but he could feel it tearing away, ready to take the same fall. …Was his unluckiness coming to an end? Was it finally going to end him? The small Warrior’s eyes drifted shut, accepting fate. But fate never came, because it was interrupted by a horrid set of chortling.

The kronador’s heavy build lunged forward, catching the sun’s glare, only to plummet down the slope. It lashed out in fright, spooked by the rush of wind. This is your chance, Atsu. Mustering up his last ounce of strength, the brute pushed himself up from the slippery cliff and landed over the shoulders of a falling Kronador; he sailed from the scaly beast and landed on ground, with just enough time to watch his enemy crashed into the gorge with one last blood-curdling scream.

Atsu could have stood there for ages studying the broken corpse slit by rocks, but he had a job to do. Zesiro could be in danger, and he just didn’t know it. Taking in a large gulp of air, he turned and fled into the shadows, howling out to his comrades. Zesiro said there was another patrol out. If I can reach them in time, they’ll be able to warn the rest of Isket and send help or her. The trees closed around him. If anything went wrong, his sibling’s life could easily be crushed beneath his fault. I won’t let the curse take her away from me. Not Zesiro. All thought was drawn behind a lapse of horror. As he came to a halt among the nettle, the movement that remained among him didn’t lighten up. The second patrol party had already been notified of the attack, because they were currently hitched in one themselves. I’m too late.

“Atsu!” came a wail from the wave of fur and claws. He ducked down and pushed past wriggling bodies and snarling green masses, but it was too no avail. Whatever was calling out to him was lost in the craze. “Atsu, I’m here!” A slender body bobbed towards him. It was Minorin, and old friend and past interest of love. The red and white she-wolf began to speak out against the noise when something large blundered into her path. A kronador. The reptilian creature plucked her by the neck and swung her down, and Atsu had just enough time to scream out as the lame Warrior went down under its wrath. Many times he tried to reach her, but he was pushed back each time, unable to do much but watch as it brutally tore at her fragile shape. He’d never felt so much pain come from the sight of another’s. When the kronador was finished, it turned and streaked after another victim, leaving a bloodied body to stir in the foliage.

Atsu burst forward, lunging over shoulders and snarling heads. “Minorin!”

She looked up, struggling to part jaws and speak. Red dust swirled around her as she did this, but the sight of her torn and broken was enough to sharpen reality. This is my fault. “…Atsu. I’m s-sorry. I tried to…” She chocked back the words, and then a glaze overtook her eyes. She managed one last statement, and her haunting tone sent chills up his spine. “Zesiro needs you. There is nothing here. You must go to her.”

He stood in still shock, horrified as she relaxed into the earth. Around him, the cry of battle rang on, but none of it was of value to him. How did she…? The question was overthrown by grief. Minorin… “Zesiro needs you,” she had said, completely aware of his sister’s conditions. “I’ll come back for you,” he whispered and nosed her shoulder, before swallowing back a sob and racing off into the forest for a second time.

He found her right where he left her, or close to it, at least. It was a blue grass clearing that stretched on for miles, and the sound of squealing instantly came into earshot. Atsu found himself facing yet another loved one locked by jaws, brutally being slammed down. She cried out like a helpless pup, wriggling in her own blood, and he couldn’t help but look on with mortal wonder. While his unluckiness was bathing up bitter glory, it appeared the curse did not work in favor, either, but in the complete opposite way. Her charm and wit was nowhere to be seen.

His rage set in. Minorin’s crippled body, her lame leg even more mangled than usual, lay restless in his mind. I won’t let her die in vain. The little Warrior charged, and in an instant, he came head on into the Kronador. The force was powerful, but somehow, he managed to throw it off balance. Zesiro hit the ground and rolled to the side, gasping like a fish without water. Even when the emerald beast growled in warning and peddled back he did not let up, and Atsu continued to tear and rip until it was painted crimson and fleeing for the shadows. It felt so strange, to take his sister’s place in victory of battle. But not joyous. Minorin was still dead.

Zesiro slowly rose, coughing up red, and tried to sit upright. She seemed to understand by his shattered expression something was wrong, but neither said a word for several heartbeats. Finally, she said in a raspy voice, “You saved my life, Atsu, and put that Kronador to slaughter. Why do you look on with regret?” He explained, and she listened. “She died trying to reach you, brother. It wasn’t your fault; it was her choice. If you ask me, you just achieved greatness. You fought off a Kronador I couldn’t even in my greatest health. You put that curse to rest.”

Atsu starred at her, his jaw slackening. Honesty sparkled in her eyes. …I…proved myself? Does this mean…? “t’s gone, Atsu. I think this battle was test, whomever from.” Zesiro limped forward and planted an affectionate kiss on his maw. “Were free of it. I just know it.” A grin replaced her look of pain. Atsu looked on with awe, unsure if he truly believed her words. “Come on, Atsu. This doesn’t mean the battle is over. We have a land to save.”
And so they did.

Armour Design:

Atsu's armor is meant to be the opposite of Zesiro's. Since Zesiro's was light, flighty, with a gold-and-blue scheme, I chose Osiris as my inspiration for Atsu's armor and used Osiris' sacred colors: green and black. In addition, his sacred animal is the bull, so I made Atsu's armor very angular and bulky, with emphasis on the shoulders. I also added golden horns to the helmet. Because Zesiro's armor had a soft blue fabric bridging her hind legs and tail, I gave Atsu's armor chains to represent his darker, deeper, trapped nature. Since I wanted to give it egyptian features, I added the crook and flail, the egyptian pharaoh's symbols, to the bulky flank-linings. Together, Atsu's and Zesiro's armors look striking and deadly. I think they would well together as a team, with Zesiro's armor the precision of the team and Atsu's the force.

Artwork:

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[daanny]

Usernames(You and partner):
Derpwolf:3 and Sixth Sense.
Twin puppies:
Derpwolf:3 Pup1;; Sixth Sense Pup2.
Puppies names:
Pup 1 is Kissa Egyptian name meaning sister of twins;; Pup 2 is Idogbe Egyptian name meaning brother of twins.
Personality:
WIP.
Story/Histoy:
WIP.
Armour Design(only egypt themed):
WIP.
Artwork:
Not yet finished.
three facts about WoI:
Why you choosed your partner?
1. They always fight against a big enemy.
2. 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.
3.Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.

Why I chose Six~
I chose Six because I have known her for a bit now.

[Kaylawolf]

We both decided that we don't have the amount of time to finish our forms, so we are dropping out.