[PurpleKakashi]

Rukami (Gulo Stantes) are a newly discovered species of bipedal mammals. Though they resemble wolves, they are actually more closely related to the mustelid family, which includes wolverines, otters, and badgers to name a few. Through natural selection, these rare animals evolved to incredible sizes and developed sentient brains along with opposable thumbs.

The Warrior.
A bit about him; This is one of the larger Rukami known and one of the strongest for sure. Normally a Rukami using weapons to fight is viewed as a weakness or needing a add in battle.. This Rukami tends to take weapons to battle to give himself a handicap, he has never lost a battle.
His items were not crafted by him, he is paid these items for winning battles or to fight for others.

Items; Saber tooth tiger skull and pelt, shoulder guards, thick iron gauntlets, tattered red "clothing" and red war paint -honestly not blood or his actual markings!
W/O Items

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name: Rafstraumur
meaning: Electric current
nickname(s): Traumur, Mur
age: 36
sex: Intersex
gender: Male
birthday: October 17th
number: # 124

Family:
Mate: N/A
Children: Will ('adopted')
In-laws: N/A
friends: N/A
physical traits:
-Larger than most Rukami
-Incredibly strong
-Small ears
-Red-orange eyes

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sexuality: Asexual Aromantic
voice claim: Mads Mikkelsen

favorites:
food: Fresh bread
dessert: Chocolate chip bread
color: Red
place: Anywhere he can rest safely

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pets: Haerus
occupation: Warrior, surrogate parent
residence: Wherever the wind (and Will) carries him

hobbies: Collecting trinkets
Teaching Will how to spar

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code by: Commander Shepard

ι ι_wιll noт aѕĸ yoυ wнere yoυ caмe ғroм
ι wιll noт aѕĸ and neιтнer ѕнoυld yoυ

ⅠѕoғтιeⅡproтecтιveⅢ dιѕтanт Ⅳcoυrageoυѕ Ⅴвlυnт Ⅵ

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Lump in the Snow
He was curled up against a fallen Rukami when I found him. It was mid-winter, and the pup was too young to have a proper coat to deal with the cold. To take refuge against the dead for relief against the wind struck a chord within me. I don't know how he managed to get there, but he would've died if I didn't go ahead and take him with me. He didn't even acknoweldge he had been moved from the cold body to mine for the longest time. Sitting the pup down in front of a fire, though, woke him up. He was all words from there on out; though it was cute, in the way that pups are cute when they first start talking. They start and they can't really stop.



He couldn't remember where his parents were, but he said he had been on his own for a week. It caught me off guard-- how could something so tiny persevere in such cold weather for a week all on its own? I couldn't just leave him, though my life wasn't exactly in the right place for children. If he could hold on by himself for so long, surely he could survive with me. The pup came with two things: the fur on his back, and a name; Will. A name meaning 'desiring protection'. I didn't think about it at the time, but it's pretty funny now that I look back at it.

Rearing the Weak
Will was a challenge a lot alike a battle, only there wasn't so much a 'victory' to shoot for. I don't think I have a paternal bone in my body, so looking after something so small was difficult. That first winter was definitely our roughest together. Leaving Will to go hunt so we could both eat would bring all kinds of feelings I wasn't unaccustomed to: anxiety, fear, protectiveness. What if something attempted to kill him in our den while I was away? He was too young to fend for himself, but he caught on quickly when I taught him how to hide. It wasn't long before he hid so well even I had difficulty finding him!



Winter had almost been over when we were both reminded of his mortality. I had grown attached to him by then, even if we had known each other not even a season's length yet. The hunt was taking longer than usual as prey was scarce. Finally I managed to slay a hare-- it wasn't much, but it would at least feed Will-- and I started heading back to our shared den. What I found made my heart drop. There was a large sabretoothed cat rooting through our stuff, and hanging from its jaws, Will. He was playing dead-- or so I hoped-- but it was obvious he had already been used as a chew toy for a bit. Rage built up in me and released as an explosion. The sabrecat didn't last long.

He suffered only minor injuries, thankfully, but I started bringing him on hunts from there on out.

story will have four parts:
[DONE] first: finding will [Lump in the Snow]
second: raising him [Rearing the Weak] [DONE writing/incomplete illustration]
third: the battle vs will [Bested at Last]
fourth: the pair today [The Road As-Is]
Part three will be the bit that fulfills this form's 'best battle story' requirement.

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❤ αят ❤
will be throughout form, all linked here for reference sake
most/all will be by me, unless someone sees this and wants to help :'D

[Novi]

Username: dazme
Name: Akumi
Gender: Male
Best War Story:

wip omg yes

[Im not here]

Username: .:Fall Out Boy:.
Name: General Fang
Gender: Male
Best War Story: "It was 1 to 50 and I was the last one standing, I stood there all alone with my cape flowing behind me. Ripped and tattered and beaten up I was ready for this to end. I looked the King in the eyes with a cold hard stare as the wolves came flooding at me. I ran full speed knocking them over barreling through them fearlessly. I growled as I killed all of them 1 on 1 it had become." he looked around at the small pups

"I looked to the King and growled as he stood up and challenged me for his place. He took the first slash at my back leg injuring me and I still have the scars today." One of the little pups gasped and his viking helmet fell over his eyes as he pushed it back up, "What happened next?" he said as he scooted closer, General Fang looked to the pup scooting closer "Well I'll tell you! He leaped at me and I jumped under him breaking his neck and killing him taking his skull as my crown!" the pups all 'Ewwed' but the Viking pup smiled in admiration as he looked at him

"Wow General Fang you sure are Brave!" he smiled and chuckled at the young pup, "Your pretty brave your self little one" he laughed and rubbed him on the head. "There will be more stories next time I come and visit alright?" the little pup sighed and gave a pouty lip "Alright...But don't take too long!" he jumped up and ran up to him

"I won't little one...I won't.."

[Kenjaku]

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name: Rafstraumur
meaning: Electric current
nickname(s): Traumur, Mur
age: 36
sex: Intersex
gender: Male
birthday: October 17th
number: # 124

Family:
Mate: N/A
Children: Will ('adopted')
In-laws: N/A
friends: N/A
physical traits:
-Larger than most Rukami
-Incredibly strong
-Small ears
-Red-orange eyes

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sexuality: Asexual Aromantic
voice claim: Mads Mikkelsen

favorites:
food: Fresh bread
dessert: Chocolate chip bread
color: Red
place: Anywhere he can rest safely

☠

pets: Haerus
occupation: Warrior, surrogate parent
residence: Wherever the wind (and Will) carries him

hobbies: Collecting trinkets
Teaching Will how to spar

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code by: Commander Shepard

ι ι_wιll noт aѕĸ yoυ wнere yoυ caмe ғroм
ι wιll noт aѕĸ and neιтнer ѕнoυld yoυ

ⅠѕoғтιeⅡproтecтιveⅢ dιѕтanт Ⅳcoυrageoυѕ Ⅴвlυnт Ⅵ

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Lump in the Snow
He was curled up against a fallen Rukami when I found him. It was mid-winter, and the pup was too young to have a proper coat to deal with the cold. To take refuge against the dead for relief against the wind struck a chord within me. I don't know how he managed to get there, but he would've died if I didn't go ahead and take him with me. He didn't even acknoweldge he had been moved from the cold body to mine for the longest time. Sitting the pup down in front of a fire, though, woke him up. He was all words from there on out; though it was cute, in the way that pups are cute when they first start talking. They start and they can't really stop.



He couldn't remember where his parents were, but he said he had been on his own for a week. It caught me off guard-- how could something so tiny persevere in such cold weather for a week all on its own? I couldn't just leave him, though my life wasn't exactly in the right place for children. If he could hold on by himself for so long, surely he could survive with me. The pup came with two things: the fur on his back, and a name; Will. A name meaning 'desiring protection'. I didn't think about it at the time, but it's pretty funny now that I look back at it.

Rearing the Weak
Will was a challenge a lot alike a battle, only there wasn't so much a 'victory' to shoot for. I don't think I have a paternal bone in my body, so looking after something so small was difficult. That first winter was definitely our roughest together. Leaving Will to go hunt so we could both eat would bring all kinds of feelings I wasn't unaccustomed to: anxiety, fear, protectiveness. What if something attempted to kill him in our den while I was away? He was too young to fend for himself, but he caught on quickly when I taught him how to hide. It wasn't long before he hid so well even I had difficulty finding him!



Winter had almost been over when we were both reminded of his mortality. I had grown attached to him by then, even if we had known each other not even a season's length yet. The hunt was taking longer than usual as prey was scarce. Finally I managed to slay a hare-- it wasn't much, but it would at least feed Will-- and I started heading back to our shared den. What I found made my heart drop. There was a large sabretoothed cat rooting through our stuff, and hanging from its jaws, Will. He was playing dead-- or so I hoped-- but it was obvious he had already been used as a chew toy for a bit. Rage built up in me and released as an explosion. The sabrecat didn't last long.

He suffered only minor injuries, thankfully, but I started bringing him on hunts from there on out.

story will have four parts:
[DONE] first: finding will [Lump in the Snow]
second: raising him [Rearing the Weak] [DONE writing/incomplete illustration]
third: the battle vs will [Bested at Last]
fourth: the pair today [The Road As-Is]
Part three will be the bit that fulfills this form's 'best battle story' requirement.

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❤ αят ❤
will be throughout form, all linked here for reference sake
most/all will be by me, unless someone sees this and wants to help :'D

[koegami]

giving graham a chance
a good luck from me graham !
if you need anything pm me

[ArizonaT3a]

Username: Kage the shadow
Name:
Gender: Male
Best War Story:

reserve!

[WolfTheHuman]

Omg
Username:
Name:
Gender: Male
Best War Story:
Dropping out for two reasons:
Graham's form.
The father.

[PurpleKakashi]

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[PurpleKakashi]

Well our winner is Pagan! I seriously can't get over your form <3 and how fast you had put art out on this was amazing! Congrats on winning and thanks to everyone else that showed interested ^^

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name: Rafstraumur
meaning: Electric current
nickname(s): Traumur, Mur
age: 36
sex: Intersex
gender: Male
birthday: October 17th
number: # 124

Family:
Mate: N/A
Children: Will ('adopted')
In-laws: N/A
friends: N/A
physical traits:
-Larger than most Rukami
-Incredibly strong
-Small ears
-Red-orange eyes

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sexuality: Asexual Aromantic
voice claim: Mads Mikkelsen

favorites:
food: Fresh bread
dessert: Chocolate chip bread
color: Red
place: Anywhere he can rest safely

☠

pets: Haerus
occupation: Warrior, surrogate parent
residence: Wherever the wind (and Will) carries him

hobbies: Collecting trinkets
Teaching Will how to spar

♪

code by: Commander Shepard

ι ι_wιll noт aѕĸ yoυ wнere yoυ caмe ғroм
ι wιll noт aѕĸ and neιтнer ѕнoυld yoυ

ⅠѕoғтιeⅡproтecтιveⅢ dιѕтanт Ⅳcoυrageoυѕ Ⅴвlυnт Ⅵ

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Lump in the Snow
He was curled up against a fallen Rukami when I found him. It was mid-winter, and the pup was too young to have a proper coat to deal with the cold. To take refuge against the dead for relief against the wind struck a chord within me. I don't know how he managed to get there, but he would've died if I didn't go ahead and take him with me. He didn't even acknoweldge he had been moved from the cold body to mine for the longest time. Sitting the pup down in front of a fire, though, woke him up. He was all words from there on out; though it was cute, in the way that pups are cute when they first start talking. They start and they can't really stop.



He couldn't remember where his parents were, but he said he had been on his own for a week. It caught me off guard-- how could something so tiny persevere in such cold weather for a week all on its own? I couldn't just leave him, though my life wasn't exactly in the right place for children. If he could hold on by himself for so long, surely he could survive with me. The pup came with two things: the fur on his back, and a name; Will. A name meaning 'desiring protection'. I didn't think about it at the time, but it's pretty funny now that I look back at it.

Rearing the Weak
Will was a challenge a lot alike a battle, only there wasn't so much a 'victory' to shoot for. I don't think I have a paternal bone in my body, so looking after something so small was difficult. That first winter was definitely our roughest together. Leaving Will to go hunt so we could both eat would bring all kinds of feelings I wasn't unaccustomed to: anxiety, fear, protectiveness. What if something attempted to kill him in our den while I was away? He was too young to fend for himself, but he caught on quickly when I taught him how to hide. It wasn't long before he hid so well even I had difficulty finding him!



Winter had almost been over when we were both reminded of his mortality. I had grown attached to him by then, even if we had known each other not even a season's length yet. The hunt was taking longer than usual as prey was scarce. Finally I managed to slay a hare-- it wasn't much, but it would at least feed Will-- and I started heading back to our shared den. What I found made my heart drop. There was a large sabretoothed cat rooting through our stuff, and hanging from its jaws, Will. He was playing dead-- or so I hoped-- but it was obvious he had already been used as a chew toy for a bit. Rage built up in me and released as an explosion. The sabrecat didn't last long.

He suffered only minor injuries, thankfully, but I started bringing him on hunts from there on out.

story will have four parts:
[DONE] first: finding will [Lump in the Snow]
second: raising him [Rearing the Weak] [DONE writing/incomplete illustration]
third: the battle vs will [Bested at Last]
fourth: the pair today [The Road As-Is]
Part three will be the bit that fulfills this form's 'best battle story' requirement.

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❤ αят ❤
will be throughout form, all linked here for reference sake
most/all will be by me, unless someone sees this and wants to help :'D

[Kenjaku]

Sorry I never finished. x__x Real life came up and whooped my butt.
Thank you so, so much, though! <3