[Tundra]

Sorry that I didn't end this, But its date has been extended to the 1st of April. Since there are only 2 complete entries.

[houndpine]

I can't believe there aren't more entries for this lovely saber! Those very smart people with good taste who entered, be sure to finish your entries! c:

[Alaska.]

Username: Alaska.
Name: Asfoth
Age : 52
Personality:
(What makes your saber who they are)
Attacks:(Min 3 attacks)
Special Ability:
(Max 1 unless loners and of an older age)
Armor Type :
(What is your armor based off of?
And what materials are used.)
Story/History:
(The past/present/ and future of your WAS)
Some Facts on WAS:(MUST HAVE ATLEAST 3)
Art of it:(Not manditory, but prefered)
WIP <3

Withdrawing because I'm going away on vacation and cannot complete my form. Good luck to all <3

[Mortikat]

... Did I seriously just quote my form instead of edit it?! Ugh, *facepalm* Nevermind my derpness.

[SukarettoYanagi]

No need to quote your form. Tundra will see it C:

[horsetrainer1903]

Username: horsetrainer1903
Name: Abram
Age : 48
Personality: big,bold, he is the bully, he IS the pack leader-this is what he is known as that's why he is always a leader is cause he is full of himself!His bloodline is winners
Attacks:He has had many attacks but the 3 biggest were: He has a huge pack of sabers he runs with and he is their leader but at one point a saber just a little bigger thank him challenged him to a duel for the pack but the saber lost so Abram got to keep his pack; When he was just a cub he was thrown out and abandoned and he was attacked by a pack of unknown creatures but even as a cub he won, he has a winner in his blood; and he was out walking alone one day and had 3 male huge sabers pin him down and start molling him but he got um turned them on each other and killed one of them. He was really injured but didn't show it. he never shows a weakness.
Special Ability: Strength
Armor Type :
Fit for a king! His armor is made from metal and can protect him from about everything but he didn't get his armor until recently.Metal is the only material used for his armor, and he gets it colored the same as his fur
Story/History:
As started before when he was a cub he was thrown out and ever since then he has been mostly alone even with his pack. He is a big guy that's just full of himself. As he got older he matured and started a pack called the runners of Abram. He is now as he was then.

[Tundra]

ADOPTION FORMS ARE NOW CLOSED!

[Mortikat]

Oooh, so excited~ <3

[Tundra]

DONE~ 8D

Wakiza Hania
...when the sunlight fades and the moths arise, I'll be here watching the sky...

Username:
Haestine
Name:
"Wakiza Hania"
The Desperate Spirit Warrior
This name is Native American, and has been combined to create his name. "Wakiza' is an unknown Native American word for 'Desperate Warrior', while "Hania" is a Native American word of Hopi Tribe origin meaning 'Spirit Warrior'. By combining the two I have created his name, and it really is who he is. His powers make him a Spirit Warrior while his past and personality makes him a Desperate one.
Age :
56 Years

Personality:

Independent

Waki prefers to do everything on his own, and has the ability and drive to do so. Even when offered help eh will often refuse, and sometimes rather rudely. His independence is often times in part because of his pride, but not always. He knows that there are some things that can simply not be done alone and, even though difficult, will be willing to put his pride aside for the help he needs should the situation ever arise.

Stand Alone

He prefers to keep himself away from others. He knows that being near others can be a necessity at times, but when given the opportunity , Waki will simply turn and walk away, taking his own path. For this reason, he doesn't know a lot of other sabers upon a 'friendship' level, let alone anything more than that.

Quiet

Waki is very quiet. He hears so much in his head that he prefers not to muddle it up more by talking. Its a habit from when he was very young, when he had a hard time controlling the flow of information into his mind because of his element. Even now that eh knows how to control the flow better, he still stays quiet. After so much noise its nice for him to have some quiet.

Respectful

Treat those as you wished to be treated. This is something his mother taught him from a very young age, and it has become one of Waki's golden features. He wishes to be treated with the same respect he gives others, so he makes sure to be respectful. Even if you're a tiny cub or a lonely outcast, he will treat you with respect because no one should be slandered by rudeness, in his mind.

Desperate

Desperation. Waki is willing to do anything he needs to do to complete his task. Whether its fetching prey or fighting against the Gryphons. He's the type of fighter that if eh has to sacrifice some of his comrades to win a big battle, then he'll do it. He doesn't care if the grief will eat him alive, he's desperate enough to do it.

Attacks:

Mind Flash

This allows Waki to send a small blast to his opponents mind; It is designed to deliver a strong headache, though it can sometimes backfire and hit Waki instead.

Disorient

This allows him to disorient his opponent by bending the view they see in their minds; It is designed as a distraction tactic for Waki to get close and strike with his claws.

Whispers

This allows Waki to fill his opponent's minds with faint whispers; It is designed as a fear tactic to throw his opponent off.

Special Ability:

Foreshadow

This is an ability that comes and goes as it pleases; He cannot control it. It allows him to see some of the worst possible scenarios in full detail that will happen because of a choice or string of choices. When this happens, he goes still and his fur bristles, and he looks frightened and pained.

Armor Type :

~Inspiration~

The inspiration for Waki's armor comes from the armor and dressings of great Native American Chieftains. The regal and large headdress; Telling what power they had, who they were, and that they were a force to be reckoned with. The neck piece; made from the bones of animals whom gave their lives to feed the tribe. The back plates; Fired under duress with great care and faith in the Creator to protect those that wore them strapped to their bodies. The bracers; Modest bracers to hang upon the wrists of the Warriors, to humble them in the presence of their enemies and remind them that even their enemies are great warriors deserving of respect.
Headdress; The strap of the headdress is made up of a strong wood made from the flesh of a young tree. Upon this strap are lots of feathers taken from the animals he has killed and respected - He has dipped them in the juices of multiple berries to make their coloring be red, blue, and white. Under his ears, holding part of the strap, are hard, fired clay discs colored a dark red. These discs are supporting white furred tufts that have come from the pelts of respected prey.
Neck Piece; His neck piece is supported around his neck by a thick, tough chord of leather. There's another piece of leather leading off of this and down his chest, tied around his shoulders by another chord of thick leather. Attached to the top chord and the middle strap of leather is a chest piece made up of a mixture of white beads and small, sun bleached bones.
Back; Upon his back, very thick straps of leather are strung over his mane and haunches. Attached to the ends of these straps on either side sit four large, very thick, and very robust discs of fired clay. They are very difficult to break, but easily replaceable if they do break. Attached to the last disc on either side is a red, slightly transparent cloth that hangs over his buttocks and tail. There are feathers hanging from these discs as well, dyed to match the feathers on his headdress. Hanging from the first disc on the right side, there is a large arrowhead with a decorative top. This arrowhead was a piece of his Father's armor, and he takes great care to keep it clean and attached to the clay disc.
Bracers; The bracers around all four of his legs are made of the same hard, fired clay material that is difficult to break. They are not fancy, nor do they have anything hanging from them like the discs hanging from his back. They do, however, get the job done.
Other; Wrapped around his back legs are small chords of twine. Hanging from these chords are feathers, and one small hard disc dyed to match the discs on his headdress.

Story/History:
The Past he Can't Leave Behind

Water. That was the only thing I could hear. Laying on the ground, the grass pricking my paw pads in a comforting manner, the world around me was silent except for the sound of the water. It was an odd sensation, but not entirely an unwelcome one. The river that sat about ten feet away to my right was the only noise that I could hear. Normally, my mind was filled with a constant noise that was never ending. The thoughts and feelings of everyone and everything around me, and the thoughts of those I was closest to were the strongest. It was a quiet peace that had come hard earned to me, and could only be achieved by the help of the river. Still, even with the thoughts blocked from my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening, something terrible. I was a full day's walk away from my sister and our parents. They knew where I was, it was the only place I ever wandered outside of our little family group.

I opened my eyes briefly, blowing a strand of long grass out of my face in a rather careless manner. Lifting my head off of my paws, I opened my mouth to taste the air. Nothing seemed to be terribly unusual, except for the smell of a rabbit not to far off. My body did not react to the smell of prey though, because I was not hungry. I had eaten a good meal with my sister before I left. Still, even though nothing seemed out of place, there was nagging at the back of my mind. My powers usually tried to warn me when something bad was going on, and apparently now was one of those times.

So I rose to my paws and walked back the way I had come, stopping after the first hill, where the sound of the river was just behind me. I opened up my mind, feeling the rush of all the thoughts of the animals and life around me. Behind all of the general noise, I could hear a cry for help. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sound and drew it closer to me, as if I were pulling it to me with a string. The closer the noise got to the top of the noise, the louder it became.

When the noise was finally to the forefront of my mind and loud enough for me to discern what was happening, a cold feeling entered my gut. The cry for help was from my sister. Asoka was a hardy and independent she-saber, so hearing her cry for help was something that turned my blood into ice. My eyes snapped open, and before I knew what they were doing, my feet were pounding against the earth, claws digging into the dirt and grass roots to propel me forward, back towards my family as my heart pounded in fear.

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After what seemed like forever, I stopped on the hill that was the last obstacle between myself and my home. My mind was completely open, searching for noise. Any noise at all. Though I fervently searched for the noise, there was none. Everything was silent, even without the help of the river to drown it out. This silence felt different though, more rushed and corrupted. This was not a peaceful silence in the noise.

That could only mean one thing, but I didn't want to believe it.

With tired and aching muscles, I managed to work my way down the hill and towards the family den. Before it came into view, I knew what had happened. The noise was no longer there, just a static silence that tugged i my heart and made me feel heavy. I opened my mouth wearily and warily, scenting the air with a hesitation. The scent of blood, the scent of Gryphons.

The scent of death.

I knew now, even though I didn't want to, what had happened, why Ahsoka had cried out for help through the mind link I had created between us, a direct route for her thoughts to my head. The Gryphons had attacked while I was away. While I suspected it was just coincidence that I was away, I still couldn't help the feeling of guilt that draped over my body. It weighted me down and made me fall to the ground in an exhausted, emotional heap.

My mind was in turmoil, the scene of my dead family lingering on my senses. I didn't want to go over that last rise that separated me from the broken and bloody scene I knew that would stand before me. There was one thing, however, that I wanted to salvage. It was an arrowhead that my father wore on his armor. It was one memento that had always calmed me, always had meant a lot to me.

Sighing in grief, I didn't want to rise to my paws. My body felt leaded, filled with heavy stones that weighed me down and kept me there. It was too much effort, to much emotion. Had I been here, it might not have changed the outcome, but I at least could have thought that it would change the outcome of the battle. Had I been here, Ahsoka might still be alive. Our parents might still be alive.

Even though I felt like like crying, I also felt like I didn't have the energy to. After quite awhile of laying there, I rose to my feet. Lingering here would do me no good, and the scent that blew over the rise that separated my eyes from the scene would already haunt me for the rest of my life. With a lot of effort, I turned away from the rise and walked away.

It would be over a year before I returned to find bleached bones and the arrowhead I had wanted to retrieve.

Some Facts on WAS:

~ Sabers are 7 ft tall on average, 6ft at the shoulders
~ Have litters of at most 4 cubs
~ Armors are made up of any and all materials except Platinum, and can be based of anything
~ All cubs when first born are a slight gray or white color, over time the aspects of their element begin to form and the cubs take after that element. This can take months to finish

Art of Him:




Armor concept image and art image were made by me.

Sorry for the EXTRAMLY long wait, but I finally actually got back to these..especially With Kaikennatsuki's return to CS. Anyway, Haestine is the winner of this darling.

[Mortikat]

AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *uncontrollable screeching*

FFFF aer;fuaef'oauhfqehqejb YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! 8D

*snatches Wakiza and runs off with him cackling* My kitteh! MY KITTTYYYYYYY!

*snuggles him* Murrrrr, Wakizaaaaaa <3

Thank you so much Tundra! <3333333