The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[wesleydog]

O: THIS. IS. AMAZING.
I've been dying for human characters lately, and I'll be going for her next round. c:

[Aysan1]

O: THIS. IS. AMAZING.
I've been dying for human characters lately, and I'll be going for her next round. c:

Wes!Not human!D:<...<---so sorry it sounds rude!sorry,sorry!

[wesleydog]

O: THIS. IS. AMAZING.
I've been dying for human characters lately, and I'll be going for her next round. c:

Wes!Not human!D:<...<---so sorry it sounds rude!sorry,sorry!

That's okay. You know what I mean. xD But I'll keep her how you want her in my form. :]

[Aysan1]

Oh okay...and Jelli she has paw print tatoos,and you did great!

[Jelli]

Yeah, I tried adding the tattoos, but I couldn't get them to look right >w< I couldn't find any decent, female anthro cat lines, so I just used a human base. Plus, I really wanted to color those lines xD

But I'm glad that they're okay anyway, I wasn't entirely sure D: Hehe, thank you guys <3

[Aysan1]

Yea...it's not really that good actually Jelly(I mean the art is!lol and the spots on her stomach that you put...nvrm)...-_-''...but meh -shrugs- life goes on...

[oTterBox. :o)]

Yea...it's not really that good actually Jelly(I mean the art is!lol and the spots on her stomach that you put...nvrm)...-_-''...but meh -shrugs- life goes on...

Honestly, You should be a bit more thankful than that. Jelli colored that in on her own time, and tried hard to make it look like the design. I think It's gorgeous.

[Aysan1]

I never said I wasn't gratfull,or that I didn't think it wasn't beauitfull,I even repeated that...sorry but i'm emotional today and this week probably...getting on my bad end isn't good -headdesk-I don't mean for anything bad.srry...i'm not trying to put in on anyone...I get responces like that all the time. I'm used to it...srry..

[wesleydog]

Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 89

Name [of pet]:
Delilah

Means: Desired, seductive; night
Origin: Hebrew

Nickname[s]:
Del; Deli

Gender [of pet]:
Female ♀

Weight:
112 lbs. {one hundred twelve pounds}

Height:
5' 6" {five feet; six inches}

Age:
17 years

Religion:
Christianity

Zodiac Sign:
Taurus

Your element: Earth

Your ruling planets: Venus

Symbol: The Bull

Your stone: Emerald

Life Pursuit: Emotional and financial security

Vibration: Determined energy

Taurus Secret Desire: To have a secure, happy and wealthy life/marriage.

Underneath their cool, calm and collected exterior, Taureans differ greatly from all the other signs of the zodiac. Taureans manage to discreetly stay apart from the crowd, even though they have a well-earned reputation for being socialisers. They will let others get close, but only so close as they want them. Some claim that trying to get your point across to a Taurean, should they not want to hear you, is rather similar to talking to the trees – they simply won't budge. And, there is no such thing as an open-book Taurean. Their feelings, fears and desires often run far deeper than anyone around them would guess. Like the butterfly that chooses to remain hidden in its cocoon until it is ready and prepared to emerge, so the true Taurean spirit remains hidden behind a veneer of day-to-day activities. That's why Taureans are sometimes regarded as snobby, withdrawn, boring, or even sulky.

The truth is, when Taureans manage to operate very adequately on their own form of automatic pilot, they can switch off from the world around them very efficiently. And when they do switch off, they are actually gathering in their inner reserves to deal with the outside pressures. This sign is also very closely connected to 'feeling good'. Most Taureans like their creature comforts and hate change because it takes them out of their automatic pilot condition of separating themselves from the world around them.

Because they hate to be put in jeopardy of any kind, this is the sign that strives to create tomorrow in advance, rather than leave it to fate. In love, Taureans are regarded as extremely sensual beings. An earth sign, they deal well with the personal, physical senses and consequently all the pleasures associated with what they can see, touch, smell and taste, add up to a special delight to them. Often nature and pet lovers, Taureans are closely associated with all things off the earth and nature.

Birthdate:
April 23, 1994

Birth time:
13:04 A.M. {one o'four in the morning}

Beliefs/Disbeliefs:
Evolution - Disbelief
Christianity/God - Belief
Buddhism - Disbelief
Witch craft - Disbelief
Horoscopes - Disbelief

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Felidae Kenomimi

Kenomimi Animal Form: Siamese Cat

They give birth to live young. They have the ears and tail of the feline they appear to be part of. their hair varies depending on type (ex. Tiger Type Kenomimi - Black or ginger/auburn hair), with claws and fangs. Sometimes they have tufts of fur along their spine, lower spine, elbows, shoulders and/or other various parts, or have the color patterns of whichever type of animal they appear to be part of on the skin itself, but that's only the patterns (stripes, spots, etc) not the whole skin. You'll never see a Gray Kenomimi.. They feed mainly on meat, killing humans, other kenomimi, minies- anything they can, as well as invertebrates. The lion type kenomimi tend to live in groups with an alpha which is fought for, and a beta chosen by the alpha and the females hunt. Some live alone or in small family/friend cliches. They tend to be flat muscled with round faces.

Forms:
Human

Human: in this form they look completely human. They use this form around people who they dont want to know that theyre not human.

Kenomimi

Kenomimi: their normal form, the one described above

Fawn

In this form, they appear kenomimi- but their hind legs become the hind leg of their animal

Why not animal?

ONLY certain ones have this form. this is what divides the Kenomimi up into "shifter kenomimi" and "normal kenomimi". The "Shifter Kenomimi" who can take this form are: Dinosaur, Unicorn and Pegasus, Bovidae and Giraffidae, Rabbit, Porcupine and Beaver Kenomimi

Personality [of pet]:
{::Innocent & Caring::}
Despite that big description of felidae kenomimi's aggression and technical evil, Delilah gladly fails to live up to it. She's very innocent, and is more kind and loving and obedient than she ever was evil or people-eating. She also has extreme doubts in cannabilism, and everything mentioned is against her beliefs and religion. She's very caring about others and their feelings, and she rains her compassion down on all souls that need it. She tries her best to be a good image, and her kitten eyes get you every time.

{::Harmless & Timid::}
Deli is very harmless. As innocent and caring as she is, is also that same amount of harmless that she is. She leaves cannibalism and human-eating and all of the generally evil practice to the bigger cats. She wouldn't hurt a fly herself, much less conquer a nation or kill a human being. She's very timid and shy, especially because she is expected to live up to the felidae's standards, though she more than less does that. She's quiet and shy around people that she's new to, and she's generally silent during school and an over-all good student.

{::Trying Too Hard & Desperate::}
Delilah doesn't try too hard in school or participation, but rather, tries way too hard at fitting in. She'd absolutely die if anyone found out that she was a kenomimi, though she's a little scared that a few have their sneaking suspicions that something is different about her. She's living in a world that assumes that she doesn't exist, and that's very hard for her to do. She's very desperate to be like everyone else with a strike of uniqueness to her, and that is why she prefers to stay home as apposed to attending where she's required to go, school. At school she only finds comfort in her religion and her studies.

{::Adorable & Sweet::}
Delilah is considered very adorable by everyone that she comes in contact with. Her personality is adorable and sweet, and so are her looks, yet somehow she still always finds herself as the girl that's never asked out and the girl that is always dropping her books in the hallway. Long story short, it's a tad cute how much she drops them. She intentionally does these sort of things, so that the attention is off of her. Maybe she likes love, but it's one less thing that she has to stress over if she goes out of her way to make sure that it doesn't happen to her.

{::Beautiful & Captivating::}
While boys are turned off by her "clutsiness", Delilah is a real charmer. Her personality is beautiful all over, with the overwhelming and flooding kindness, even with how desperate and confused she is. Her outer beauty is astounding as well, and most everyone is captivated by it. Her style, hair, and just about everything else are all so unique. At times, even her behavior is. She intriques so many people. If she was more secure about herself, she'd be quite the Miss Popularity.

{::Intelligent & Intellectual::}
Del is quite the scholar, always hard at work on her studies. With or without her dilligence, she was always very smart, and she's full of that sort of common sense that is gifted, not learned. She was born with that ability for things to come easier to her, and it helps her to see the world in a better perspective. Her cognition is very high, and that makes new studies come to her easier than to other students.

Background/History [of pet]:
Delilah, in her kenomimi form, mewed as her loud alarm clock buzzed and beeped and whirred, causing her to stir. She sat up and rubbed her bleary eyes of the sleep that was still left of them, then looked over to try to read the time. She squinted, her eyes just now starting to adjust to the light. 6:00, it read. Crazy. How could it be that the summer was over now? How could it be that she could no longer hide away in her own little apartment, no one to have to see or care about. How could it be that all reading and watching television was taken away by lack of sleep and stress during the day. How could it be, that today was the first day of school?

Stretching, Delilah started to try to stand up. Her attempt failed, and she fell back into a sitting position on her bed. She stood up again and walked over to the large window. She slid the blinds open and looked outside into the busy street. Even though she liked peace and time to herself, she had to admit, the view was beautiful in an odd city way. She looked down at the road, cars driving on it, and across the street at the boys football field. Then she remembered, they'd be practicing again. A flutter of excitement struck her heart, but she turned away from the window. She turned a few more lights on as she went along, because it was too dark outside for her to truly see anything around her apartment. She padded into the kitchen, turning on yet another light, and pouring the ground coffee beans and water into the coffee maker. She looked down at her striped pajamas and wiped some of the coffee dust off, then walked over to the cupboard to get her favorite mug. She opened the cupboard, and spotted a black spider by her blue swirly mug. "Ew!" she exclaimed, running to the paper towel roll. She killed it with one swift hit, then grabbed her mug and rinsed it out just in case. She set it on the counter space by the coffee maker, then went towards the refridgerator. She opened it, and grabbed a piece of cinnamon bread that she threw in the toaster. While she didn't want milk or creamer for her coffee, she loved tons of sugar in it, so she grabbed three packets from the packet holder by the toaster, and set them by her empty mug. The coffee maker began to make the soothing brewing and whistling sounds as it always did, and she grabbed her book from her new bookbag and sat at her one-person table with it. She was getting deep into the story about the angel that falls in love with a man, when the coffee maker buzzed. She hadn't even realized that her toast had popped up, let alone that enough time had passed for her coffee to brew. She grabbed the cold piece of toast from the toaster and set it on a plate, then made a circle around the room and grabbed her mug to fill. She poured the coffee until it met the very rim, and then she took a sip to lessen the amount of coffee inside. She poured the packets of sugar in, and stirred it with a small tea spoon. She set the mixture on the table along with her breakfast with a quick glance at the clock, and ran to her room to get her clothing. She was behind.

Setting her clothing and towel on the stool in her bathroom, taking off her clothing, and changing to her human form (the way she was best when neccessary for her to be wet), she hopped into the cold shower water only seconds after she'd turned it on. She shrieked a bit from the shocking temperature of the water beating on her skin. Brrr.., she thought as she shivered. She lathered the shampoo and conditioner into her long, silky hair, then rinsed and repeated. She tended to have a rather long shower routine, especially what-with the higher her cleanliness, the less likely her spots would appear. She poured peach shower gel onto her washcloth, and then washed herself up, paying close attention to her face. It wasn't until she was about to get out of the shower when her body finally got used to the temperature. She shut the water off and reached out the shower curtain of the tiny shower to get her towel, and began drying herself. Minutes later, she stood fully clothed and much warmer. She reached into her bathroom cabinet and pulled out some face scrub and all sorts of make up products. She checked her clock again, and put back the eyeliner and eyeshadow. Blush and mascara would have to do it today. She washed her face thoroughly, and applied a reasonable amount of makeup to her face, completing it with chap stick. She brushed her teeth with the yummy smelling mintberry toothpaste, and applied lip gloss over the chap stick that remained after her tooth-brushing. She blow dried her hair, and whipped it up into a beautiful mess-of-curls-ponytail. Then she ran across her apartment, grabbed her bookbag, and left in a hurry out the door, grabbing only the keys, and breakfast forgotten.

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Climbing out of her cute little red sports car, Delilah tried to straighten out the wrinkles in her skirt. She stood up straight and tall, and then bent back in to grab her backpack. She slung it over her right shoulder and locked her car, placing the keys in her pouch of the bag afterwards. She took a few deep breaths to help her to remember her composure, and she walked up the steps to the door of Princington High School. She reached into her bag with her left hand and grabbed out a paper that read, "Mr. Washington - Room 113", and went to her locker. In it, she found a schedule already hanging, courtesy of the school. She unloaded her books that she was given over the summer, setting them so that they fit in with the books that were already there. She shut the door and twisted her lock on, preparing to meet Mr. Washington, her homeroom teacher. Lipgloss, notebook, and file folder in hand, she rushed off to explore for this room 113. Considering that it was her senior year, all of her teachers would be new this time. She entered the room and slithered into her seat just seconds before the bell rang. "Good morning, class," said the stout man standing in the front of the room. "I'm Mr. Washington. Now I can tell you about myself, but I know nothing about you. And yes, this is homeroom, but I'm giving you your first assignment of the year. Write a three thousand word essay about yourself," he finished, a gleam in his eye. Delilah took the opportunity to tune him out, and as she looked around, she realized her fate. She was sitting next to nearly the hottest guy in school, a football player that she'd always had her eye on, Russel Peters. Perhaps her whole first period would be trying to survive fitting it, and being a clutz. This year was going to be longer than ever before. She could just feel it. She pulled out her pen and notebook from under the desk, and began writing. The problem was, she couldn't write about her true self. She couldn't write about her family or her house or her past. Then, she'd have to reveal the truth, and to be honest, she didn't know half of her past anyhow. So, she just would have to make something else. This year would be one other thing. Do or die. She scribbled a few things down, and was quite relieved from the pressure and strain as the bell rang.

She rushed out the door and headed straight to her locker, worried about what her next class would be. Seeing that it was math, she was rather relieved. She grabbed her heavy textbooks and headed off, to a room numbered 104. She once again beat the bell, and sat down for class. The dark-skinned woman at the head of the room twiddled her thumbs as she spoke. "I'm Miss Poiter," she said, looking at each and every uncomfortable and bored face as she talked. "Welcome to Math II," she said, and with that everyone took out their thickly-bined text book, a pencil, an eraser, and a more-than-useful calculator. But as the class went on, Delilah found herself readjusting to the school work a tad more. It was nice to have something to busy herself with, considering that in the summer her only friends were her books and electronics. She wrote out each step of her math problems, a sign of a true perfectionist, and the time passed by rather quickly. She was a tad disappointed when the bell rang, especially because she was so uncertain of exactly what class she was required to go to next. Not to mention, she dreaded going home tonight to find herself needing to work on the phony essay about herself. Then again, school never really was a full joy. It was life. The truth of life is that you're not going to love everyone you meet or everything that you have to do, but you're still going to need to deal with it. Especially if Delilah was about to graduate after this year and she was trying to fit it, she really needed to learn this concept. She got to her locker once again and exchanged her books in her hands for the next class's books, Grammar. The morning passed pretty fluently, and she still was having an over-all good time, with school being as fun as it's limits would reach. She really loved her science teacher, and the lack of homework in her grammar class. If it went this well each day, she could certainly get used to it. It wasn't until lunch, when Delilah started to notice her day getting sour again.

She walked casually into her school's cafeteria, with it's cheesy stickers and sayings plastered on the wall. She handed her student I.D. to the lunchroom attendant as she got in "line" for the salad bar. She was so hungry, and she wasn't quite sure why until she realized that she had left that morning without breakfast. Even worse, she began to get very tired from lack of coffee. She scooped heaps of iceburg lettuce onto her plate and added chicken strips, tomatos, and cheese. She poured the fat free thousand island dressing over her plate thoroughly, making sure that no part of the salad was untouched. If there was anything she hated, it was a plain salad. Ew. She grabbed a can of pepsi and a small orange juice, and headed off to the library where she always ate her lunch. She went to her backpack to grab the book that she was so deep into, but when she got there, realized that she'd left it on the table at her apartment by her breakfast. She groaned and carried her lunch tray to the library, where she ate in silence. She picked at her salad with boredom, and pondered at what else could go wrong. She looked around quickly, and then knocked on wood, hoping that it wouldn't get worse, because it certainly could. No matter her boredom and concern though, she refused to touch a book. She really hated starting a book when she was in the middle of another good one. It lessened the value of the first, and soon enough, the two stories became one mangled one in her mind. She gladly finished her salad, then headed back to her locker nearly two minutes before the others did. At least in class she'd have something to busy her fingers with. And this time, it really was just her luck. Her next class was computer graphics. She walked empty-handedly to the computer lab, lathered hand sanitizer onto her hands, and headed into the lab earlier than the others. To her dismay though, just as she heard footsteps and laughter from the halls, she realized a treacherous thing. She was breaking out in spots. Now, she ran to the bathroom.

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Delilah looked in the mirror, and rubbed her puffy red eyes. Another tear ran down her spotted cheek. All that she really wanted was to be normal. Was that really all too much to ask for? She cried softly, then wiped her eyes with a rough brown paper towel and sniffed. She needed to stop crying. Her mascara would start running, and already, her pores were clogging, which sometimes caused the spots to increase. She wet another paper towel with the sink water and locked herself in a stall, dabbing her face, thinking of how unfortunate she was. Why would everything like this always have to happen to her? She imagined the comfort in knowing that she wasn't the only one that was experiencing this. The only one that was really going through all of this drama and trying to fit in. She imagined how nicely two people of her kind could relate, and how late they could stay up discussing all the sorts of happenings and things that seemed to happen to you only when you were this different. How could she be so unfortunate? She knew it was near impossible for anyone to be like her anyways. She closed her eyes and dabbed at her face again, then slid the lock open to look at herself in the mirror. Her spots had started to fade, and she walked out of the bathroom and into the computer lab with a bit more confidence than she'd had a few minutes before. She walked right in and sat in an empty chair that wasn't surrounded by people. Her luck was increasing, she realized, because the teacher didn't mention anything to her about being late, even though it was roughly eleven minutes past when the period was really supposed to start. Delilah sat a little taller in her chair, and looked at the surrounding computers for hints as to what their first graphic assignment was. When she was relatively sure of what it was, she began to work on it, and all of her worries went away, much like they had in math class. She only hoped that this time it would at least last. Even just longer than it had before would be great! She hardly had any of the school day left, and already, she was ready for it to be summer again. It was just another yes/no situation.

After her period of computer graphic-making, Delilah got to go to a place that she usually really liked. Study hall. She raced back to her locker, hoping to beat the bell again this time. She loaded her arms with books, primarily her notebook and math book, and walked to the study hall room. She was a bit upset as she looked again at the notebook, and remembered the "about you" assignment. How was she supposed to be up to the task of this pretending? Wasn't that the exact sort of thing that she was trying to avoid? All of the faking, the pretending, the lying. She was fed up with it, and it was just so overwhelming that she really had to deal with something like that. She couldn't talk to her teacher about it, either, which worried it. She just had to trust common sense and God to get her through this year. Again.

This was going to be a long year.

Use [for pet]:
I've never really shared the common interest in human characters and things along those lines like everyone else did until very recently. Perhaps it was today or yesterday, that it really hit me how badly I wanted some. It didn't really kick in just how much I wanted one, until I saw this lovely donation by Aysan1 and it's revamp by Jelli. I could no longer resist the temptation that came along with the beauty of this girl. I couldn't stand to see her in a kennel, when I wanted her so much and could offer her a good home.

It took a lot to convince Aysan that she didn't need Delilah back (xD) and I hope that this form will be adaquate enough to convince the judges of how much I love her and exactly how badly I want her. I would love for her to be my first "along the lines of human" character.

I was intriqued by her species after I had seen the pictures of them on Google images. I looked it up, and I learned how many sorts of kenomimis that there were. It was so amazing, especially because this was honestly my first time hearing of them. Before now, I'd never really understood or known the species, and this greater knowledge made it final. I'd absolutely die if I let myself not apply for her. I could not pass up an opportunity as great as this one.

I will use her on my character thread and website, and most likely I will roleplay her. She will be one of my most prized characters, and I really hope to own her and more kenomimis in the future. I appreciate the chance.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Quotes from:
Kenomimi Information
Taurus Information

Likes:
Kindness
Sweets
Music
Happiness
Normal
Uniqueness
Beauty
Love
Melody
Harmony
Peace
Heights
Jumping
Purring

Dislikes:
Arrogance
Pride
Expectations
Authority
Silence
Darkness
Tears
Nightfall
Pain
Wings
Braggers
Rudeness
Being lost
Confusion
Perfection
Water

Favorites:
Favorite color: Deep Pink
Favorite song: Lost by Coldplay
Favorite artist: Toby Mac
Favorite band/group: Coldplay
Favorite actor/actress: Johnny Depp
Favorite movie: Facing the Giants
Favorite book: Indigo Blue by Cathy Cassidy
Favorite time of day: Morning
Favorite thing to do: Curl up on her couch and read a good book
Favorite form: Human
Favorite place to be: In her apartment
Favorite season: Summer
Favorite month: April
Favorite weather: Sunshine
Favorite holiday: Christmas
Favorite animal: Feline/Cat (No question why!)
Favorite bug: Firefly
Favorite day of the week: Wednesday
Favorite food: Chicken
Favorite drink: Pepsi
Favorite subject: History
Favorite sport: Del refuses to play any sports except the neccessary ones in gym class, because it results in socializing, and her human form can only be used so much during the day before she breaks out in spots. However, she does like to watch the high school boys play football across the street from her apartment.

Least Favorites:
Least Favorite Color: Light Salmon
Least Favorite Song: Rolling in the Deep
Least Favorite Artist: Adele
Least Favorite Band/Group: Linkin Park
Least Favorite Actor/Actress: None
Least Favorite Movie: Where the Wild Things Are
Least Favorite Book: Hatchet
Least Favorite Thing to do: Homework
Least Favorite Form: Fawn
Least Favorite Place to be: School
Least Favorite Season: Winter
Least Favorite Month: November
Least Favorite Weather: Snow
Least Favorite Holiday: None
Least Favorite Animal: Dog
Least Favorite Day of the week: Monday
Least Favorite food: Tacos
Least Favorite drink: Milk
Least Favorite subject: Grammar
Least Favorite sport: Rugby. Stupid cheap copy of football.

Appearance:
Human
In human form, Delilah is caucasian, but more of a light tan because of all of the time that she spends sleeping in the sun like cats love to do. Her hair is a beautiful sort of pastel blue, and she usually wairs is curly, sometimes down and other times in a long ponytail. Her eyes sparkle a beautiful light blue, and her lips a pale pink. At times, she starts to show spots on her figure, and this sort of thing she cannot control. At times her skin in clear, but at others times the spots take over, causing her to look her species. When this happens, she runs to the bathroom and avoids her class period. She doesn't often get in trouble for this, though, because she's so studious that she still manages to keep up on her work.

Kenomimi
In her kenomimi form, Delilah resembles a Siamese cat greatly. She has large, pointy cat eyes that have a silky texture, and are a rather creamy white color. She has long, thin whiskers like that of a cat's that help with touch and smell senses. She has a very long white tail, with a charcoal-burnt brown tip, and the same color tips her cat ears. She only uses this form when she is alone, most often at her apartment or another private place/area. Her eyes are a tad more almond shaped than usual as well, and they glow in the dark like a cat's own eyes.

Fawn
In her fawn form, Del is a tad skinnier than normal. Actually, in all forms, she's rather skinny but at a healthy weight, as Siamese cats tend to be skinnier in body build. Not only are her almond shaped eyes, ears, tail, and whiskers visible in her fawn form, but she also walks on her animal's back paws as apposed to human's legs. Her arms and hands are still as they are, arms and hands, but her legs are slender silky cream cat's legs with the charcoal-burnt brown paws. Delilah does not at all like this form. It seems rather pointless and at most times not useful to her at all. They don't really help in any situation, and she'd much rather be capable of changing to a full cat form than a fawn. She scarcely uses this form, and never outside of her apartment. In this form she can walk on both her back legs, and all fours.

Senses:
Hearing: 1.6 octaves higher than the average human; 1.1 octaves higher than the average canine
Eyesight: 20° field of view point higher than the average human
Smell: 14 times stronger than the average human
Touch: Average
Taste: Below average

Strengths:
Intelligence
Kindness
Compassion
Integrity
Cognition
Beauty

Weaknesses:
Gullible
Vulnerable
Secretive
Desire to fit in
Love

Possessions:
Car: Blue Toyota Yaris x Red Mini Cooper (Made on car breeder)
Cellphone: AT&T Motorolla QA1
House: A 4-room apartment two blocks away from school
Pet(s): Seeing as Delilah is part animal herself, she doesn't quite yet feel adjusted to the idea of owning any.
Music Source(s): Lime Green Apple iPod Nano

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Aaaand, here are the last two. About the wings on the first one, I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to take them off since the original artist never specified, so I kept them here to be on the safe sire P: I might do some more revamps later ouob