I am looking to adopt love and care for... Kennel number:
Rimsik [a breed in which is a mutation of a canine and an unknown animal] Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I want Flint because he has been alone with no owner and needs someone to love and care for him like no other. He has the perfect design, the colors sweet to the eyes. I currently have 3 characters, and Flint would be the best addition. I will give him all of my love and compassion. I will create him an art page, and maybe a more full story. He has a ring of bravery, of independence, of unity. I will be the best owner I can be for him. I will take every opportunity I can for him, because she seems as though he needs someone to love him. And so I will. Personality:
Flint is a daring and brave dog. His presence makes you feel warmer, as if he is a fire himself. He is independent, and likes to do things on his own. This Rimsik never forgets a promise, and always upholds his end of the deal. He gets quite a bit mad when people betray him, and distrusts them from then on. He knows who is unworthy of his time, and wards them off. Likes:
Flint enjoys warmth, watching the beauty of flames and listening to the crackle of the hearth. He loves being right, and will stick up for his opinion until he convinces everyone that it's correct. He loves the smell of smoke, unlike most Rimsiks. Dislikes:
Flint dislikes betrayers and people who are stuck up and get whatever they want. He also hates the cold and snow. But the thing he hates the most is cars. Cars are what almost cause him brain damage, and hurt him very much. He swore to never touch or go i one again, even if he had too. History/Background:
I struggled to open my frozen eyelids, caked with freezing snow and ice. I snuffled my nose to clear out the snow, then shook my fur 'till no more white could be seen. As I stretched my aching body, stiff from the cold, I saw 2 bright eyes in the brush. Perfect, dinner. Great for a lonely soul who has been in a snowstorm all night. I stalked slowly toward it, but the eyes didn't waver. I slashed my paw through the big bush. No. They were growing larger, and larger... BAM!
A great thud emerged as the face of a car rammed into my shoulder. The impact jarred my head, and it felt like it would probably fall off. I staggered, then a car behind the other slammed my head. My throat emitted a groan, sending a searing pain. I blacked out.
I wake in a white room. 3 people in sterile white masks are hovering above me, talking to each other. I can't hear them, so I emit a faint groan, turning all 3 human attentions toward me. Looking at their blue eyes, I smell something discomforting. The stench of blood. My blood? What have they done to me? How did I GET here!? I realize that right now my profile's blank. Who am I? Was I knocked out? I try as hard as I can to remember. In my head, I see 2 blinding headlights. Yes, that's it. I was hit.
They tested me. Gave me shots, took blood. Analyzed my DNA at least 10 times. They still didn't know what I was. I knew it, because the day before my memories flooded back when they drugged me. I'm a Rimsik. But they don't know that, because we've been hidden from humankind for years. They finally realized I wasn't a rare specimen, just the first one they've found. They fixed my hearing. In turn, they gave me to a pound, hoping I was tame enough to become a pet.
A young girl sat on the stool in front of my cage. She had a piece of paper. She was writing for a very long time. I've seen some people do this by the other cages, and was wondering what it meant. I've figured it out. I was going to be adopted. The girls hand reached out and pet my muzzle. I loved the warm feeling. I was going home. Art:
I tried hard on this, for Flint. Other:
Thank you for the opportunity to own this beautiful creature. Good luck everyone else trying out for a charecter.