Username:
jern.
Pup number:
1
Pup's name:
Sotiris ~ Meaning salvation
Personality:
Sotiris is a very 'golden boy' like figure. He is the kind of being that people often tend to lean towards, and follow, he is handsome, respectful, honorable, strong and he holds a lot of traits of a leader. He became the way he was mainly from his father being the trainer, he grew up seeing what a huge role responsibility can play in a society. He wishes to one day play as important of a role that his father does, and perhaps grow to be his father successor; because of this he takes his training very seriously.
MeticulousTo be Meticulous is to play close attention to fine details; to be very careful and to be Precise. Sotiris is truly his own biggest foe, he pushes himself past him limits. He spend almost all his time straining and struggling to be the best that he can be. He will work until he collapses and past that. He refuses to be anything less that perfect when fighting, forcing himself to get everything right from his strike down to how his paw is angled.
ProtectiveDespite often distancing himself from others to practice, in a way that most would give up on he tends to grow attached to others, particularly young and the helpless. When he sees someone in need, he often feels that it is his duty to help them. He will often go full out to help others, willing to throw his life on the line to save others.
ResponsibleDue to his father being the Trainer, he often feels like he has a responsibility to be a great Warrior like his father. He will very very rarely tell a lie, and always own up to his mistakes with pride. He will take any job he is assigned, no matter how big or small, and treat it as though it would save a kings life.
Strong-willedWhen Sotiris find something that he believes his right, he will strive to make sure that it is that way. He is a WOI that is rather hard to break down, once he has his mind set on something he will go to great lengths to assure that it is so. This is often shown when he is training, if he feels as though he could be better he will push himself the the edge to get it as good as he can, and almost nothing can stop him. However, aside from this he can also be seen being strong willed if he sees an act being committed that believes is wrong (Like when Okpara, his best friend flirts around with the ladies.).
ReliableTo be reliable is to be trustworthy, to consistently work with high quality performances; someone that can be depended on. Sotiris takes his responsibilities, as stated earlier, very seriously. He constantly strives to do all he can to help those around him, and he will go out of his way to achieve a sense of accomplishment. He never puts anything before his training or his work; he claims he does not even have time for romance, much to Okpara's disprove.
DutifulAs stated before Sotiris has a strong sense of duty. He believes that it is his duty to become strong for the sake of others, and to avoid becoming a failure to his father. He feels though its his duty to help the others in his society, even if sometimes he forgets about authority, and begins doing their job for them. He often attempts to help his father train the younger WOI and help Okpara clean up his act.
EncouragingSotiris loves helping his father train the pups, and he often, though seeming intimidating, is very soft on them (unlike the way he acts towards himself) and tenderly works to help them. He believes that everyone has the potential to become a better being, and he strives to help them with this. He is also this way towards others, when every they are struggling (though he may be a little socially aqward with anything other than training) he will work to help them and encourage them through the bumps.
DiscreetTo be discreet is to be very circumspect and careful in his speech or actions; to avoid causing offense or to get advantage. As said before Sotiris has an eye for detail, he is very careful in what he does, though sometimes bold he does always think about what he is doing. Sotiris is quite socially aqward in the sense if its not about fighting or training he is often at a loss of words or just plain out aqward. so he often prefers to let his actions speak for him, or speak in small amounts and carefully. The only WOI he is really comfortable with is Okpara who often brings out a softer more let loose side of Sotiris.
SullenTo be sullen is to be bad tempered and moody. Though Sotiris often seems to be unphased by anything, he allows the smallest things get to him. he has quite the temper though he does not let others see it he will often sulk to himself or gloom about. He lets his anger out when he is training, due to the fact that he believes that he should keep his emotions to himself rather than allowing others to shoulder the burden with him. He does not wish for others to have to help him, but rather the other way around. In reality he is a big crabby butt.
StingySotiris is really hardcore about his duties and training, if one needs help he is often more than willing to help. Although when it comes down to spending personal time with him he is very unwilling. He dislikes 'wasting time' (he really needs to loosen up) he is even more ungenerous when it comes down to ladies, he does not wish to have a relation ship and he strong believes that such romantics are a waste of time. For him to ever fall in love he would have to find a lady that is as passionate about something as he is about training. (healing ect)
PompousSometimes Sotiris lets his good traits such as, having a father of high class, being handsome, and being talented go to his head. Sometimes without realizing it he places himself a little higher than everyone else, he sometimes believes that he is better than the others. This can be a dangerous trait for him, and its one he is constantly struggling to remove from himself. He likes to believe that everyone is equal but in the back of his mind he knows that, that is not so.
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Likes-Symmetrical Things
-Training
-Rain
-Quiet
-Honor
-Running
-Training with his Father
-Mild Days
-Sleeping (Even he likes Lazing around once and a while)
-Water
-Swimming
-Spending Time with Okpara
Dislikes-Loud/very talkative WoI's
-Very hot days
-Beings not taking their responsibilities seriously.
-Doing nothing for long periods of time
-Flirting
-Lying
-Being un-honorable
-being messy
Fears-Heights (Ironic? I thinks so)
-Fire
-Drowning
-Not being strong enough
Hobbies-Training
-Star Gazing/ Reading
-Running
-Sleeping (rare, but seen.)
QuirksAs stated before Sotiris loves things being perfect, he has a quirk of always making sure everything is straight, and/or symmetrical. When he wears his armor he puts it on very carefully, and he loves that everything on his armor is completely symmetrical. Another quirk he has is he tends to stare at things for quite some time, because hes so observant he loves to take in every little detail he can. It often creeps others out (refer to his and Zesiro's story).
Pet PeeveSotiris’ biggest pet peeve is when those around him either act lazy or they dont put effort into things. He believes that when one person slacks off the whole group will be effect, and that everyone should always do their best at everything they do.
TalentsSotiris' greatest talent is his keen observation skills, he can notice the smallest of details in a scene, and within a person. However aside from all the things previously mentioned he has a secret talent that does not too often come up; Sotiris has studied stars for many years, and he had learnt that certain placements of the stars can mean different things (Like the seasons changing, or using them like a map). In basic terms he is a star reader.
Interaction With OthersSotiris is not very well at interacting with others at this stage in his life; spending most of his time training he never really spent much time interacting with the others. He is a little aqward with others, however he is trying to learn more about how the others react and how he should act towards them in a non-work terms.
Soft SpotsSotiris' biggest weak spot would be either pup or seeing someone in need. Sotiris loves young pups, he enjoys guiding them, teaching them and protecting them. This will be visible more when he gets older; he will be a very father like figure. However i believe that this can connect to his next soft spot, when he sees someone in need, or someone helpless he has a need to help them. It is something he believes to be one of his 'duties'.
Goals (Short Term and Long Term)His current, short term goal is to become stronger, to become a true warrior. He wants to have the honor, the grace and the strength of a true proud warrior. But his long term goal is to one day become a WoI of great importance, to become someone who can help guide and protect the pack. He would love to become a leader figure, or a teacher, so he could guide those in need.
Most Prized PossessionHe has not yet obtained it, but once he gets his armor it will truly be his pride and joy. Once he obtains it, he will believe that it is a symbol of all of his hard work. All the sweat and blood from his training is what molded his armor, and he will believe that at that moment, he had truly become a warrior.
RegretsSotiris' greatest regret is not becoming close with the head wolves, He wishes to one day have a role of power, however he finds the chances unlikely. He only regrets not spending more time on his studies, he is rather intelligent and into star reading, however he knows if he had spent as much time on his studies as he has on training he would be on a whole different level.
Fondest MemorySotiris' fondest memory was the day when his parents first took him outside, he remembers the tenderness of their actions, and the protectiveness in their voices. He was amazed, there was so much to explore, so much to see... so much he hadn't known about. He remembered spending that day with his family, and beginning his road to becoming a warrior.
How He Feels About HimselfSotiris is a very confusing being in the way he feels about himself, for a male he can be kind of emotional. On some days he acts stuck up, and believes that he is better than the others. But on the next he can feel as though he could do nothing right. It truly depends on the mood he is in and the particular day.
Greatest Childhood Memory, That has Changed HimSotiris' greatest childhood memory was the first day of his training. The world had seemed so easy, so full of fun and play until the day he was introduced to fighting. He saw how his father taught, how he helped the children grow. But most of all he realized how important it was, and how strong and honorable it was to become a warrior.
First MemorySotiris' first memory was feeling the warm gentle nuzzle of his mother, and hearing the small frantic cries of his brothers and sister. He remembered the cold, harsh, loud world and the tenderness of his mother's actions, how very gentle she was.
Weakness/ Greatest Flaw/ Biggest VulnerabilitySotiris' greatest weakness is himself, he always pushes himself beyond his limits, he does not think about the people he may hurt when he is doing this. Sotiris is the kin of WoI Willing to die to save the others, hes willing to throw himself away if it would benefit the lives of the other WoI. But other than those dramatic measures, he works himself to his breaking point; working to become strong, and to become better.
Greatest StrengthSotiris's greatest strength is when he protects someone, when he is protecting someone his strength grows stronger, his will becomes iron and it will be hard to stool him. Other than when he is fighting he is a very observant boy, this helps him in everything he does, noticing the smallest details in everything than acting accordingly.
Darkest SecretSotiris' darkest secret is that he has OCD, he does not let it control his life but it does show quite often when he becomes hardcore about his training and the way things must be a certain way. It never strongly effects his life, it is more so a part of his personality.
At Ease When..Sotiris is most at ease when he is alone. When he can sit in total silence and admire the world, or train without interruption or the judgmental eyes of others watching and testing him. He likes it when he can allow his little world to seem perfect, and he can think without any distractions from the outside world.
Uneasy When...Sotiris does not like very large crowds, he likes order and when he loses this order he comes upon a sense of panic. He feels that he looses control in a place like that, in fact the only time he goes into grows is for fighting or training. Other than that he prefers to mingle with his closer friends, or meet new people individually.
Philosophies- Everthing one does, should be at their greatest potential
- One should not fight to kill, but to protect
- A true warrior should live prepared to die, for those who need him
- A true warrior must always act honorably and never consider to wrong another
- Follow the path the stars have laid out for you, do not stray because of fear or doubt
Story/History:
Elegant Anger wrote:
The soft pitter-patter of the gentle rain fall is what sotiris first heard, his vibrant green eyes cracking open slightly. He stared at the stone wall, his fur was slightly damp from the night before. It seemed he had fallen asleep in a tunnel yet again on his way home from his evening training. His limbs were sore and stiff, and his body screamed at him to rest. He slowly rolled over, his tail flicking, making a small splash in the puddle that had formed around him. He groaned as he saw a familiar figure standing above him, smiling as normal though he knew that he was here to lecture him.
“Good Morning, your Majesty Sotiris, sleep well on thus cold stone?” The brown WoI teased with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, his paws neatly tucked under his brown tail.
“Dont start with me, so early Okpara,” Sotiris grunted rather amusedly, shooting his friend a warning glance. “What time is it?” He slowly sat up, his muscles raided with a sharp flash of pain.
Okpara looked over his shoulder, down the tunnels as though he could see outside. “Mmm about sunrise.” He gave a little playful grin as he nudged him with his snout. “I know you have training on your mind, lets get going than.” Sotiris gave a small smile and nodded as he stood.
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“Faster! Strike, leaning on your right side, but be sure not to leave your throat open! Remember this is the first place aimed for.” Nauti barked, the crowd of wois moving at the same time, like a single living organism.
Sotiris blurred as he lurched forward, striking towards his training opponent. The smaller male shrunk back, unnerved by the fast movement his eyes rounding he watched Sotiris. The Smaller male frantically jumped forward as sotiris paused to consider his movement, and took his chance to strike. Sotiris was shaken back to reality when he felt the hard thump against his wooden armour, quickly scowling he swallowed his anger. Once again he lurched forward, this time with more force, anger behind his strikes.
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“Son, You mustn't use your anger to fight.” Nauti pulled him aside after the session. “Remember son, a true warrior does not use his anger to fight, but becomes aware of his anger and the truth. You must keep your head clear, or you will never become as good as a warrior that you are meant to be.” He gave a soft smile giving his boy a soft encouraging nuzzle, seeing the troubled look deep in his eyes. “You will understand one day son, keep trying.” He walked off to attend to his daily duties, and possibly assist in one of the daily battles.
Sotiris was left, standing in the empty field, the bluish green grass dancing around him in the gentle breeze. It was a rare moment of complete peace, the butterbirds sauntering around, chirping and playing. Though the peace should have calmed him, his father’s words burned deep in his mind. His fur tingled with anger, anger for not understanding. He closed his eyes tightly and pushed himself, running with all his might, his fur blowing around him and his figure only a blur. His heart raced as his feet hardly touched the ground, the thrill of the run coursing through his veins.
He skidded to a stop when he came to the familiar opening, the trees swayed gently, their bark was torn, the naked wood of the tree open for all to see. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “No anger,” his eyes open quickly as he struck the tree with a trembling force. “How! Anger is the core to fighting!” He yelled to no one, his words being swallowed by the open forest. He snarled, attacking the tree over and over, his claws and teeth sore and his skin tender.
-S.
The sun began to set, the rain falling hard with it, pelting against his fur, his eyes ablaze with anger. Every Time he tried to strike without anger, he become confused and this made him grow even more angry. He began to soon forget about what he was actually doing there. He struck hard. BANG. And again. SCRUNCH. Throwing himself into a strike yet again. THUMP.
“Sotiris!” A voice called out, drowning in the drumming of the rain, and the fierce sounds of the training. Okpara stood in cover of a tree circling around the opening. Okparas eyes rounded with sadness, worried he slowly took a step forward as Sotiris crumbled to the ground in pain and exhaustion. Okpara gently leaned down, gently grooming behind his ear, in a comforting way that no words could do. Sotiris looked up slightly, his eyes only opened ever so slightly, the rain running down his sleek fur. Okpara gave a weak smile down to his dear friend, Sotiris unable to resist smiling back.
"You dont have to do this alone," Okpara spoke gently. "You should know that by now."
Sotiris gave a weak laugh, looking up at the stormy sky feeling like, just for that moment there with Okpara, the rain was washing away all of his problems. "I dont know what I would do without you..."
"You would stand no chance." He laughed softly.
Meeting Zesiro wrote:(Co-Written By Mango Sherbet)
The mid-afternoon sun blazed, shining its rays over the lands. It was truly a beautiful day, well for most WoI anyways, Sotiris had his head far off thinking about the training session that had just taken place. He could not understand how his father could move so fast and easily. He sighed softly looking to the side, at the familiar brown canine that he called his best friend, of course Okpara was looking at some pretty females as they passed. He rolled his eyes, but be was thankful that his best friend was respectful enough to not flirt with all of them than and there. Okpara caught the annoyed gaze from the corner of his eye. All he could do was give a lighthearted smile, knowing anything he said probably would just aggravate Sotiris anymore.
Sotiris chuckled slightly, giving his head a little shake, not paying much attention to any of the girls around him. He really had no interest in the females he had met, romance seemed like a waste of time. He sighed softly to himself, looking towards Opkara who was now watching him with a curious gaze. "I'm going to go train some more, I will meet you back at the caves later." His friend quickly nodded, rushing off to mingle with some of the wolves. Sotiris shook his head, watching Okpara head towards some girls, not paying much attention to where he was heading.
Zesiro watched the gaggle of girls from a distance, feeling excluded. Though the young fae was quite popular herself, she preferred to stay away from annoying crowds, and today she wasn't in the mood to be suffocated by the group. Looking around for her twin, Atsu, she was disappointed to find that he was nowhere to be found. Atsu was almost always by Zesiro's side, but lately he had been distant and lonely.
Turning away quickly in pursuit of her twin, Zesiro spotted another lone wolf nearby. He was slightly younger than her, and vaguely familiar. She couldn't recall having met him before. He had a slightly lonely expression, and he was watching another wolf run off toward the girls. That one Zesiro had met before- though she didn't like him at all. He was always flirting with the girls, and Zesiro absolutely couldn't stand him. Although she received a large amount of attention herself, the trainee heavily disliked attention seekers.
Wondering why the lone wolf, who seemed mild-mannered by the looks of him, was watching the flirty male, Zesiro approached him. She made sure to make an adequate amount of noise and alert the male she was coming. There was no reason to hide, after all- she was one of the most well-known wolves out of all the trainees. Surely the male must have heard of her. Her head held high, Zesiro radiated elegance and power as she walked over to the younger male wolf.
Sotiris blinked as he heard noise, his ears flicking he looked to the side, watching as she approached. His ears perked slightly, unsure of what the female walked he turned to face her, he would rather continue off to train however he knew that it would be quite rude to keep walking, so he decided to hear what she had to say. She was quite the pretty girl, her fur was neatly groomed, and her eyes were duel colored. He found her eyes very beautiful actually, however he tried not to pay much attention to them. He gave a gentlemanly smile, as he was taught and spoke carefully. "Hello." Was all he could think to say.
Zesiro looked at the male, slightly puzzled. Was "hello" really all she got? Did he not know who she was? It was possible that he didn't recognize her without her twin, many were so used to seeing her and Atsu together that they had come to think of the twins as one being. He was staring into her eyes. She found that slightly disturbing, but brushed it off. "Hey," she said casually, deciding to give him what she got. He was reasonably good-looking himself, with bright green eyes that searched hers. She looked away, unwilling to meet eyes with the stranger for too long. She was positive she'd seen him before, possibly even met him, but his name evaded her memory.
He looked her over for a minute, he pondered for a moment, as he could not help but feel like he had met her before, or seen her around. He blinked as he remembered a conversation once with his father and her gave her a curious look. "By chance, are you Zesiro?" He asked almost cautiously. He slowly sat down, so he could save his energy for his training in the Forest. "My name is Sotiris, Nauti is my father." He bowed his head slightly, though his eyes remained on her.
Zesiro smiled at him snidely, pleased to know that he did, in fact, know who she was. "Yeah, I'm Zesiro," she said slowly, still avoiding his gaze. This habit of his was disturbing her a bit, but she tried her best not to let it show. "I don't think I've heard of you, though I know your father, of course. Nice to meet you, I guess." She was sure to emphasize the last word. "I'm assuming you know my twin, Atsu, as well?" It was actually probable that he didn't. Atsu wasn't nearly as well known as his sister, and his supposed bad luck made him much more antisocial than the popular Zesiro. From what she'd seen, what's-his-name- Sotiris- wasn't very well-known either. She knew of his friend, Okpara the flirt, but she'd only seen Sotiris around once or twice, and his name wasn't familiar to her.
Sotiris nodded once. "My father has told me about both yours, and your brothers training." He stood, hesitating slightly, aqwardly. He was unsure of what to say so he came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be best to continue what he was doing before. "Well it was pleasant to speak with you, Zesiro, but I think its time I take my leave." He said looking away, he decided he would not tell her that he was off to train.
Zesiro silently humphed, feeling insulted that Sotiris didn't want to spend time with her. After all, she was the talented Zesiro. After a moment, she suddenly felt ashamed of herself, thinking that if Atsu was beside her, she wouldn't be acting this way. Maybe her twin really did have a positive influence on her, despite what others might think. The young warrior deflated slightly. "Of course," she said quietly. "Well, i'm off to find my brother, I guess...." She raised her head and sniffed the air, hoping to catch a trace of Atsu's scent, but there was nothing.
Sotiris blinked, as he noticed a trace of disappointment in her eyes, behind the shine of irritation. Perhaps she was lonely, or maybe she had looked forward to meeting him? Despite what she said? He sighed softly. Though it might badly effect his training time he made a decision. "However. If you are no busy perhaps you can join me? Its nothing exciting but..." He looked to the side, unsure what to say next, hoping that she could understand what he was saying.
Zesiro raised her head, blinking. So he had decided to invite her along after all. She wondered if there was a hidden meaning behind his words, that somehow he was telling her to go away beneath the invitation, or something else. If only Atsu was here.. Maybe he could sense something she didn't. Straightening up, Zesiro bowed her head politely. "I'd love to come, no matter what you're doing. If you don't mind me tagging along, at is," she added hurriedly. She ran his words through her head again, but there was still nothing except the obvious meaning that she could detect.
Sotiris couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing that once she saw what he was doing, she would probably be chased away like most of the other females were when they showed a slight sign of interest in him. He stood motioning for her to follow as he padded deep into the forest area, the trees got thicker, the forest was lively. He turned to her his eyes gleaming slightly excitedly as he looked over his shoulder. "We are just about there." his gaze returned to his path as he ducked under some thick branches coming into the opening, that was isolated by the thick trees around. All around the opening the bark of the trees had been broken off, and jagged marks tattooed the wood. He half closed his eyes as he entered his safety place. He felt most at home here, and only a select few had actually come to the place with him.
Zesiro's eyes widened as she realized where they were going, but she didn't back away. A lifetime of protecting her twin, unintentionally showing off, and masking her emotions had taught her how to appear to be fearless, and although she was certainly not without fear, the forest didn't scare her nearly as much as other faes her age. She padded after Sotiris in silence, tilting her head back to stare up into the thickly interwoven branches. Once or twice she tripped over the jagged earth beneath her paws, but each time righted herself and continued onward without complaint. She felt as if it would be a crime to disturb the mysterious silence enveloping her, and didn't want to be the one to say something. Suddenly Sotiris spoke, and the silence broke, writhing away. Zesiro opened her mouth, finding her voice much quieter than usual. "Where are we going?" Her words were little more than a raspy whisper, so she tried again, slightly louder this time. "W-where are we going?"
Sotiris smiled as he motioned to the opening he looked down to the side, examining the trees to make sure no unwanted guests lurked within the shadows. "This is where I come to train, I spend most of my time here when im not training with my father and the others." He admited as he walked into the center of the opening, looking up at the bright sky happily, the branches no longer closed them in here, but the trees around allowed them to be disconnected from society. He looked back at her, watching her, he noticed she seemed to be a little off.
Zesiro tripped over her own paws again, reddening as she straightened up. "A nice place to train," she said, ignoring the incident and hoping Sotiris would follow her lead. "Very private. I'm used to training in a big group, I don't know how you would do it here." She looked up, happy to glimpse the sky again. Claustrophobia had almost gotten the better of her while walking through the forest. The eerie silence around the clearing still frightened her, but it was less prominent now, although she still felt isolated. She hadn't been able to hear the others since they'd entered the forest, and now it was just her and Sotiris. It was so quiet she could hear every breath.
He nodded walking up to a tree, inspecting it. "Yes, I train as often with the others as i can, but they do not like training as much as i do." He reared back, than lurched forward striking the tree hard enough to break off some of the bark, he stumbled back a bit, looking down towards his paws. He smiled slightly thinking about her little trip but saying nothing of it. "I make due with what I have."
Zesiro shifted uncomfortably on her paws, feeling an powerful urge to boast, though still conscious of her odd behavior while not around her twin. "I love training," she confessed. "I don't really do it much anymore, though, 'cause the warriors seem pleased with whatever I do. I never get it perfect, though! There's always something out of place. It bugs me." She coughed, suddenly feeling awkward at her outburst in the silent forest. "I'll be off to get my armor soon anyway," she said as an afterthought.
Sotiris blinked as he looked over at her. Loves training? Was she just kidding. He turned to listen to her, she sounded like a talented fighter. He felt the urge to train with her, perhaps she was the training partner that he was looking for. Someone that could keep up with him. She smiled slightly. "I started training a few moons ago, but i am not skilled enough yet to get my armor.. I have to be perfect." He looked down at his paws. He was far from that, though very skilled.
Zesiro raised an eyebrow at him. "I get what you mean... For example, I need to work on my half twist strike. The trainer says i've got it down, but I'm not convinced." She stretched out on her paws, feeling the familiar tingle of adrenaline rush through her as she reared up and executed a nearly flawless half twist strike, landing back on her paws with impeccable balance. Zesiro frowned, planting her paw more firmly in the dirt. "I did it wrong, didn't I?" She sighed and sat down, her long tail stirring up the dust behind her agitatedly. "I've barely even started training for that. I'm not ready! And Atsu's definitely not ready. I'm not leaving without him."
Sotiris watched with amazement and amusement, he had never seen anyone so hardcore about training as himself. He looked to the side blinking as he got caught up in his thoughts. "If he ever needs help, you could bring him down here and we can do some training." he said a little unsure, he did not know if he was crossing a line but he smiled. "And, Im always here training as well so if you feel like you need to touch up on something.."
Zesiro sighed. "Atsu hates to be bugged about training, he learns on his own terms. He's actually not too bad... Just not willing to put in the effort. I wish I could do that for him." She reared up again and twisted in midair, again landing with perfect balance. The trainee lashed her tail angrily. "Can't do it right!" She sighed and sat down, suddenly feeling embarrassed for her extroverted behavior in front of Sotiris. Zesiro looked up at him expectantly, hiding her grin. "So, have you gotten as far as the half twist strike yet in training?"
Sotiris watched with a deep interest, his green eyes glittering ever so slightly. He felt an admiration for the female growing within him. She was an ideal being. Someone he could understand. "Yes, we have just started on the basics." He said eagerly. For a good chunk of the evening he spent his time training with her, pleasantly surprised when he found he was tied with her. No one relatively close to his age had shown such an intense interest training as he had. When it was time to head back home he found himself constantly thinking about the evening. When morning came he woke with a giddy feeling in his chest, he eagerly headed out of the caves. His paws thudding against the soil of the earth, his green eyes fixated on the training area. though taking a small moment to glance about for Zesiro.
Zesiro was already training, despite the time, and she fiercely ducked and twirled, making up her own fighting tactics. A few younger trainees watched her in admiration, but Zesiro ignored them, neither turning them away nor replying to their awe. She was panting heavily as her flurry of motion slowed to a stop. Brushing away the younger trainees agitatedly, she half limped to the shade, where she laid down on her side to rest.
Sotiris blushed lightly himself, he didnt quite know why he was suddenly embarrassed but as he walked by her, aiming to look 'cool' as he padded to the training area, he tripped on his paw, faceplanting into the cold hard soil.
Zesiro noticed Sotiris immediately, but his cold attitude seemingly pushed her away as he entered the training area. Suddenly, Sotiris just fell, and Zesiro stifled a giggle as she watched him. He hadn't been such a klutz when they'd trained the night before, and she wasn't sure why he was suddenly acting clumsy. Choosing not to help him, Zesiro looked away, slightly haughty.
Sotiris flushed in embarrassment quickly picking himself up. He glanced over at Zesiro. Had she seen? Perhaps he had, had a stroke of luck and she hadn't. He watched her as he walked, admiring her for a split second he walked right into a tree. He blinked stumbling back looking up at the tree... he was quite sure that it had not been there previously.
Zesiro couldn't help it this time, she snorted in laughter, turning to watch Sotiris. Some trainee he'd make, if he couldn't even dodge trees. She shot him a contemptuous look, still thinking of how much more agile and sure-footed he had been the night before. What was wrong with him? Was he half asleep? Could he not tell when he was about to walk into something?
Sotiris blushed deeply, wincing to himself as he realized he had made himself look stupid He found himself rather confused as he had never acted this way around anyone. Sotiris looked over at Zesiro from the corner of his eye. He slowly looked forward as he walked to the training area. Perhaps, other Woi's were not all too bad; maybe he should give them more of a chance. Zesiro had proven to be an amazing companion that he was sure to train with and learn from in the future. Maybe one day he would even get to meet and train with her twin brother. He looked forward to the day when they could laugh about these days, gleaming in their armor, as true warriors. They would be two of the finest warriors for sure.
Art and Poem by the amazing Wind Song
''Oh run run run Sotiris,
Run and lose yourself.
Fall fall falling feelings,
Embrace the rainy sun.
Hold hold in your anger,
There's better days to come,
Peace will swallow any danger,
Oh run and lose yourself-''
Oh fly, fly, fly Sotiris
Spread your wings and glide
Strike always to hit, and never to miss
Tame the wind, oh tame the sky, and ride ride ride.
You are the savior, brave and strong
Aiming to save the ones who cannot fight
The journey is oh so hard, and oh so long
But you know, know, know, always to do whats right.
The path may be ever so lonely, ever so cold.
just open, open, open your eyes and see
you have friend, friend, friends, so you are told
to keep them close, and smile in delightful glee.
The fight is impossible, and its so, so, so brutal
If you try to tame the fires alone, you will surely be defeated
Fight hard, fight in the pack as one and nothing shall be futile
Even when the fight is over, the never ending battle will be repeated.
But done worry, young vibrant angel
you can close, close, close your eyes
And rest, rest, rest in blissful peace and fear not the devil
He is weak, and his power is small, tear away his disguise.
And Rise, Rise, Rise.
-jern.
Armour Design:
First Encounter With His Armor
(Not official, Just how I picture it going)
His paws felt heavy, everything felt heavy. His body ached, threatening to give out on him at any moment but he could stop now; he had come so far for his armor. The journey had honestly been the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, and his heard thudded, threatening to break from his ribs. It was the moment he had been waiting for his whole life, the moment he could truly become a warrior. He looked around he was sure he was lost now, but he kept walking, his paws now hitting the cold hard ground of the cave. He closed his green eyes tightly as he walked; what if he had to return without his armor. No. That was not an option, he would be letting Okpara, Zesiro and his father down... but most of all he would be letting himself down! He growled slightly opening his eyes, feeling a little energy boost shoot through his body. After what seemed like hours later, he turned, the faintest glimmer catching his eye. His heart stopped for a moment as he gazed at the angelic styled armor, with brilliant blue orbs, silver plated with gold trims. It was stunning, beyond perfect. He walked to it slowly, his eyes rounded buy the beauty. For a moment he forgot what he was there for, for a moment. He grew envious of the WoI who was to wear this armor, it was such a beautiful design. His fur shuttered as he sat down. No, this... this was HIS armor. He was finally a warrior! This was his moment, the moment the 'Savior' (referring back to his name meaning) Earned his wings.
Artwork:
Summers Day Nap- By me
Armor - By me
Banner/ Your Guardian - By me
Animation - Blink - By me
Once Upon a Rainy Night - by me
Page Divider Pixel Based on Armor - By me
Reference Picture - By TheWolfsgirl90
Golden Boy (poem and Art) - By Wind Song
Graceful Anger - By Stellz/ Striders Girl
By Bold
Happy Days - By Faith
Running animation - By Clu
Dont Test Me - By wolfxdog
Soul Of A Warrior - By Vaughn
True Heart - By Tabby Bae
Where you talking to me? - By Blueaura~
I see all, Do not think you can pass me by - Blitz
Artwork That I could not Fit on the form:
Final Note:
I would just like to quickly thank you for bearing through my form, I know it was long, and it means alot that you were able to push through it. I have been following WoI’s for some time but I have never actually put in a full form before, and I just found I connected to only with the design that was made but rather I truly came to love his personality. I dislike reusing character ideas so I always make a new one, I created everything on this form from scratch.
I would just like to give a big thanks to Mord, who gave me some helpful advice. As well as everyone who either assisted me with art, or allowed me to use their WoIs in this form. Despite how stressful and hard it was to put together this form I truly had fun making it, and I hope you could enjoy it as much as I have. Thank you so much for your time and consideration and good luck with judging.
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