Username: Eragon <))^><
Pup number: Four
Pup's name: Calea Laptelui Réaltra (Calea for short)
Name Significance: After Calea’s accident she could remember little from before the event, including her name and the parents who gave it to her. Soon afterwards however, she was given the first two words of her name by an old she wolf who claimed to be Romanian, and to know her parents. Calea Lapetelui meant milky way in the stranger’s native tongue. Not long afterwards a younger wolf, this time a male of Irish heritage who had also known her parents, pressed her to take Realtra as a suffix. He didn’t see Milky Way as a powerful enough name for such an unusual wolf, and wanted to give honor to the galaxy patterning on her back through the the Irish word for Galaxy. She saw neither wolf for long enough for them to give her their names, and both seemed to have a strange awe and respect for her that she never understood.
Personality:Regal: of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified.While by blood and position Calea is no higher than any other WoI, she does have a certain dignity that makes it seem like she should be.
Distant: not intimate; cool or reserved.Without trying of her own initiative to do so, Calea tends to keep those around her at a distance. She rarely forms close relationships, and doesn’t become tied up in emotional dramas easily. She is very good at taking an unbiased and neutral perspective, but through this sacrifices the closeness and intimacy others draw such strength from.
Resilient: able to withstand or recover quickly from difficult conditionsNobody could call Calea soft. Without the harshness that often comes hand in hand with strength, she beats past challenges that are set before her with amazing constancy. She is not aggressive so much as tenacious in her unwillingness to give in until the obstacle breaks upon her, rather than she upon it.
Benign: gentle and kindDespite her tendancy to seem aloof and her lack of intimacy, Calea is gentle at heart. She selflessly serves those around her, and shows simple, small pieces of kindness to those who need it. Often she goes unnoticed among those more obvious about their goodness, but her effect is no less felt by those who need it.
Celestial: belonging or relating to heavenThere is a strange spirituality that hangs around Calea. It, in many ways contributes to the other four personality attributes. She looks and acts as if she belonged among the stars. She has a strange, almost obsession level love for the lights in the night sky.
Armor Design: 
Art by ~aragorn~
Armour Description:Calea's armour is made from a sturdy but relatively light ivory coloured metal. It matches the white patterning of her pelt in style.
Her headpiece follows the navy patterning on her face in terms of its outline. She has two sharpened ivory horns protruding where her ears would usually sit, and if she finds herself in the right position, they can be used for goring enemies. Her helmet is trimmed with a dark blue purple colour that almost matches the colour of her fur at some points.
Her back, side and neck are protected by interlocking plates of ivory that still allow flexible movement, but don't offer much to an enemy hoping to find an unprotected crevice.
There are two pieces to her chest armour, one covering the front of her neck and protecting her throat and heart, and the larger piece protecting her stomach and the other vital organs there. Once again the armour follows the white patterning on her stomach, with spikes reaching most of the way up her side in places.
Her upper leg and shoulder plates are one. A large plate of ivory with four sharpened claws curling back towards her tail begins above her knee and continues until it reaches her shoulder, where it sticks out from her body to allow freer movement. Her back legs are the same.
Her lower leg armour is connected to her upper leg armour by sturdy leather straps, but also held to her legs by straps of their own, so that should the straps holding the two leg plates together be ripped by an enemy, the armour doesn't come loose. Each of her lower leg plates has two sturdy ivory spurs protruding from the back of them, which she uses to fight as well as her claws.
The brace on her tail is made from the same ivory as the rest of her armour, and held together by leather straps. It matches the white patterning on the bottom of her tail, and the top sheet mirrors the sheet on the bottom.
Artwork:
Art by Inupait
Art by qhostfacersSecond piece of art was ordered this morning so sorry that I didn't get time to get a full body shot as there was a miscommunication with the original artist that I had ordered from so the art never came through Facts About WoI:One: WOI live in a gorgeous land known as Isket, and are constantly at war with the Kronadors for reign of it.
Two:There are a bunch of different ranks in the WOI packs, but a significant change in the life of a WOI is when they come of age and have to find and retrieve a special set of armor during an important ritual in a dangerous cave.
Story:There was a blinding flash of light. The ground shook. Fire ripped through the trees around her as she ran, terrified through the forest that had been her home. With a groan the tree directly in front of her began to topple, sinking to the ground like a veteran warrior, finally brought low by a horrific blow. She started, began to run back in the opposite direction, and was struck heavily across the head by a branch. The fires died, and her vision faded to black.
Calea’s eyes flung themselves open, her chest heaving in panic. She scrambled to her paws, darted out from the shelter of the tree roots she had taken refuge beneath, and turned her gaze to the stars, or where she could see them between the shrouding branches of the trees. Slowly, her heartbeat returned to its normal rythym and her breathing deepened. She closed her eyes briefly, and sat down among the leaf litter.
“Calea?” a voice behind her made her start, and for a second she was so lost in the memory of that night that she almost thought it was the old she wolf who had found her, unconscious, but relatively unharmed considering. ‘A piece of star,’ she had called the fire that had poured from the sky, as she stared with awe at Calea’s strangely patterned fur.
But this wasn’t the she wolf who had named her, but Wrynn, young as she was, only not quite so alone.
“Don’t worry about me, I was just dreaming.” She stared back up at the stars, and sighed. She could feel her friend’s gaze on her, and knew she was confused at her level of obsession with the tiny pricks of light that happened to inhabit the night sky. But when the stars singled you out as had happened to her three moons ago when she had been the sole survivor of a falling piece of star, she felt that there was justification for some degree of fascination with them.
“Maybe you should go home,” she suggested to her friend, “won’t your family be worried? I’ve had enough rest.” Wrynn hesitated.
“Are you sure you’re ok out here on your own?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” Calea replied distractedly, her eyes still focused on the stars. Wrynn nodded and slowly turned away, leaving her alone with herself. Alone with the stars.
-396 words-(Wrynn Character owned by Inupait)
Special thanks to ~Aragorn~ my RL friend for her help with the story and personality, and this awesome coding (coz I can't code for the life of me)