[The wild one]

The Master Chief stood silently on the edge of No Man's Land. Her red eyes scanned the darkening horizon, searching for any sign of the enemy. She flared her nostrils, taking in the scents of land. A damp, warm smell filled her nose. Rain, and lots of it. Rain was not uncommon in the Central Sector of Cainis, but that's not what worried her. The ever changing winds from a storm would make it impossible to locate any Arctics by scent alone. And once they were within sight range, it would be too late.
The Chief closed her eyes and sighed. The Commander had left her in charge of the trenches, and that meant she had to move the soldiers from trench to trench. A dangerous job for everyone involved.
The first drops began to fall, spattering against the Chief's visor. She growled and pulled it off. She tossed it into the mud on her right and glared at the horizon, daring any Arctics to approach. She wanted to see some action and prove to the males of the trenches that she had what it took to be a Master Chief Petty Officer.
The Chief began to lope up and down the length of the south trench. The one she needed to move to was forty miles to the north and through open land. No crystal forests or valleys to take refuge in if an airstrike came. The abandoned muddy landscape was all there was.
Suddenly, a shape in the distance caught the Chief's attention. She slowed and lowered her head in a defensive posture. She growled softly and let her eyes zoom in on whatever was moving. A white Cainid was approaching. She zoomed in to its face. Two thin scars were visible over its left eye. The Chief snarled. Army of Darkness. And there were probably more where it came from.
Almost as if on cue, several more popped up on the horizon. An army of white Cainids was closing in on the south trenches.
The Chief broke into a run, sprinting along the edge of the trenches, yelling at the soldiers to get ready.
"Darkness inbound, eight miles!" she yelled, her voice carrying across the trench. The soldiers lept to their paws and began to ready their weapons, aiming at the approching enemy.
The Chief smirked to herself.
"Let's show these half-breeds what happens when you mess with the C.R.A!"

The first and last great war of Cainis happened 1500 years ago. This is one of the scenes, near the middle of the war. The Cainid in the drawing is Master Chief Petty Officer Terriana.
I tried my best to make it look like a real screen shot, and I'll clean up the colouring later to make it look better, but I think it turned out pretty well ^^.

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[~Arcade fire~]

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[The wild one]

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