Pound of Hope [A: CLOSED/D: OPEN]

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

Attention, ilovekahlee and Moynea, I can critique both your forms. However, I have been very busy this weekend. I promise to pm you both as soon as I can. Thank you.

[Assassin Noir]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: 48
Name: Karli
Breed: Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I would love this beautiful girl because I am looking for nice but simple characters for a comic I may be making, if I do not end up making the comic I would love to have her as a character for a story, or just to draw art of. I absolutely love her design and I would love her to no end ^^
Personality: Speaks her mind and stands up for others, a natural leader who would die protecting her loved ones.
Likes: Calm and quiet, wind, the forest, spring, water, rainstorms and thunderstorms.
Dislikes: Snow, sadness and sorrow, fighting amongst selves, impostors, posers, anybody who thinks they are absolutely perfect.
History/Background: She was born to her mother and father as the runt of the litter but growing up she has proved to be a great ally to her siblings, but also has made many mistakes in the past. Now she is rising to make a stand again to prove herself worthy no matter how many mistakes.
Art:
Other: Thank you for considering my form! <3

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: 91
Name: Mouse
Breed: Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I would love this pretty wolf because I am looking for nice but simple characters for a comic I may be making, if I do not end up making the comic I would love to have her as a character for a story, or just to draw art of. I find her face markings so simple yet so unique
Personality: Timid and shy, but she will do what she has to do when needed. She's friendly and generally only has a few close friends.
Likes: Being by herself, her friends, winter, autumn, flowers, mice, mist, fog
Dislikes: Big crowds, lots of chatter, loud noise, anything dead, coyotes
History/Background: Not long after she was born into a pack, her pack was killed by the opposing pack. Her father managed to escape with Mouse and her brother and they lived with only the company of each other until the were old enough to hunt well. Their father tried to get them all accepted into a pack, but only Mouse and her brother were accepted, because the father was too old. That was the last time Mouse saw her father, and now she lives in the small but growing pack with her brother at her side.
Art:
Other: Thank you for considering my form <3

[hyenaa]

I am looking to adopt save him from reality...

"I want to be saved from reality. I want to be wisked away into the world of no worries and no problems"
Kennel number;
P85

Name;
Unda

une-da
Unda is the Latin word for wave

Breed;
German Shepard x Wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?;
Once I saw this beautiful creature in the kennels, I couldn't explain my connection to it. But, then I realized why I have felt a bond with this character. Him and I are like one another, dark at sometimes but bright and curious. He reminds me of the days that I am confused and often depressed, and he reminds me that there are always someone out there who loves you. If I am the one to win this handsome, amazing character I will certainly write some novels including him. I will also order art for him and place him in his permant home in my character thread.

Personality;
Unda is a quiet boy. Around others he is the one to fade into the shadows and not speak. If you try to come up to him and begin a conversation with him he is usually awkward, splutters and is quiet. When alone he is courageous, adventurous and friendly. He isn't that trusting with anyone, due to his terrible past. He doesn't like to settle down in one area. He enjoys to travel around and collect some treasures from different countries. Like his shy side, Unda can become lonely easily and often deep depression sets in. He would rather lay out on the road that was full with traffic then tell someone his feelings. He doesn't feel comfortable knowing that someone knows his weaknesses and his emotions.

Likes;
Adventures • Traveling • Dark • Evening Sky

Dislikes;
Mean People • Scientists • Depression • Attention on him

History/Background;
A small whimper escaped Unda's muzzle as he laid alone in the lab. The cold bars of the cage pressed against his fur and made a shiver roll down his spine. It was utterly dark inside the lab tonight, the only light came from one of the computer screens on stand by. He was alone, as usual. The scientists had left him alone once again. He squirmed slightly his black snout hitting his small water bowl and sending the water splashing over his face.
He blinked his magenta eyes wide. The cold water clung to his fur and a few stray drops dripped off of him. His tongue ran over his mouth getting some of the water off, but not all. He shook his head violently trying to get the cold water off of him. He always had trouble sleeping in the lab and having freezing cold water on his fur wasn't going to help him sleep any better.
He grunted loudly as his head hit the metal bars of the cage. The force of his head hitting the side of the cage, caused it to tilt a little and tumble off of the marble counter. The sound of the cage hitting the floor rang through the empty lab. Oh he was going to get in trouble tomorrow. The scientists would be outraged by his actions. They would probably cut his food down smaller.
He pushed himself to his paws. He could barely stand inside this cage, and he only had a few precious moments out of this cage each day. His cheek pounded with pain from hitting the bars of the cage. He bit his tongue, trying to focus on something else. The metal bottom of the cage had fallen out of place revealing a whole in the bottom. An escape route. His short, blue and white striped tail wagged happily. He could finally get out of this lonely place and live life.
His nails scratched the metal as he tried to slide through the whole. He got stuck once or twice but managed to get himself out of the cage. He stood to his full height, not needing to duck his head low. He felt his neck crack, but it felt good. He smiled wide and searched for an exit. Raising his muzzle, he scented the air. All he could smell was chemicals, but then a fresh scent slipped up his nose. Fresh air.
He scampered out of the lab and down a long dark hallway. He followed the scent, eager to get out of this place that he had spent two miserable years here. His pink tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth once he saw light come from underneath the door at the end of the hall. He burst into a sprint and jumped up onto the door. The door swung open and he landed on the ground with a loud thud.
He was going to hurt later. Hitting his head on the cage bars, now falling on the hard dirt. Dirt. He dug his claws deep into the dirt. He has not felt it in years. But, it felt so good underneath his paws. He smiled and got to his paws. The sky was brilliant blue and was dotted with clouds that resembled cotton balls. The sun felt so good on his white, black and blue pelt. He smiled and began to walk off towards the shore of the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore thundered loudly.
Thousands of different smells lingered in his nostrils. He approached a small ledge were the grass stopped and slopped downward to sand. He sat down and watched stared out at the endless sea. It was magnificent.

Art;
Art here

Other;
Thank you so much!

[Zinovi]

I am looking to adopt, cherish, and shower with eternal love...
Picture:
Kennel number:
Kennel P144

Name:
Jagg

Gender:
Male

Breed:
Gray Wolf

The gray wolf is one of approximately 38 species belonging to the family Canada, which includes the coyote, jackal, fox, and dog. This family is believed to have originated in North America 54 to 40 million years ago during the Eocene epoch. The gray wolf, also called the timber wolf or white wolf, is distributed across northern North America and Eurasia. It is found in a variety of habitats including mountains, plains, deserts, forests, tundra, and taiga most impossible to find.

Habitat:
Not in particular, Jagg has always lived somewhere warm.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Unlike most of my characters, this one is simple. Simple, yet beautiful. It's amazing how a character like this can be so beautiful. It'll be a frequently used character, of course, and this gives me inspiration.
That's really all there is to it. My explanation is short, but it has alot of meaning.

Personality:
Jagg isn't ever still. He loves to play and is almost always energetic. He likes to run and to have playful races, it not mattering whether he loses or wins. Jagg is sweet and thoughtful, but doesn't always think about what he's going to say before he says it, and he definately isn't the sharpest one in the toolbox, but he speaks his mind and he thinks that it is the right thing to do, no matter what the consequences are- if you never say how you actually feel, the world might not end up as you intended.
Live life to the fullest, he likes to say. And never stop running.

Likes:
Jagg likes people who don't care how you place, just like him. He loves to have fun, and never staying still, especially running. He likes people who say what is on their mind, being not afraid to let secrets unfold, and people who can trust him with these secrets. Jagg loves people who don't care how they look to other people, only how they look to themselves.
In other subjects, he loves anything to do with rain.

Dislikes:
Jagg hates heights and fears dying. He doesn't like high-speed winds, and surprisingly he isn't fond of sunny days and especially isn't taking a fancy to snowy days. He hates people to tell others wrong, or tell themselves wrong. People who are lazy are people he doesn't like.

History/Background:
Wip. Will be finished by tomorrow C:

Art:
Comin'

Other:
Thank you so much for this oppurtinity, to adopt this beautiful creature, Spotty!

[.:Aikane:.]

I am looking to adopt...These lovely Smart characters <3
Picture: http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n51 ... inaRef.png
Kennel number:P134
Name:Carolina
Breed:Border Collie/Mutt
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I would like to use this girl as a character, and will give her a loving home in my Character thread.I am a responsible character owner and will order art of her when I can.
Personality:Once you get to know Carol, she isn't that bad.Shes kind and gentle and likes to meet new friends.
Likes:
Dislikes:
This guy goes with the story.Its My first time adopting.
Picture: http://i44.tinypic.com/qrd6jc.jpg
Kennel number:P92
Name: Dakota Ranger
Breed:Hyena /Dragon
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:I would like this boy to use a roleplay/character and will give him a loving home. I am responsible for him and will return him if I cannot take care of him.
Personality:Dakota is a daredevil, he is a dreamer but sticks to reality. He doesn't get surprised easily and isn't one to make new friends. He isn't the best hunter but he is getting better, serious enough and likes to make good deals to other people.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Story/Background:
Some certain days went by and a normal day for Rockefeller farm.Mr.Rockefeller loved his animals and took care of them.
On a rainy day,a small package was left at his door by a blue Packard. The old man got out of his chair and peered out the window to see anything inside it.He opened his door and saw a box with two odd looking puppies inside. One with orange stripes and a dragon tail, the other with multiple blue swirls.Mr.Rockefeller took a minute to think and not long after he took to small black collars from his pocket.He placed them over the puppies heads and carefully brought the box inside near his old collie,''Jenna.''

''Oh Jenna, looks life you got your hands full.'' The man Chuckled.Jenna replied with a soft bark.

Art:WIP
Other:Can I adopt these two together? If I win, may I please be Pm'd ,I would appreciate it. Everything not filled in is a WIP.

[Red October]

I just wanted to announce that this round will be closing on Monday, April 9, at 9:00 PM EST for judging. c:
Please try to get your forms done for then, and don't hesitate to ask for critique.

[KittenPaws-101]

I am looking to adopt love and care for...


Kennel number:
P92

Name:
Flint

Breed:
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.

[Red October]

Sorry for the slight delay; I'll be closing this round in about an hour. c:

[Red October]

This round is now closed; please refrain from posting any new forms. c:
As usual, I'll be updating the form list again before I start judging; best of luck to everyone.

[Imperishable]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
P144
Name:
Aalec
Breed:
Timber wolf, Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog mix.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
The desgin is simple and it stands out to me - I rarely ever adopt characters but.. this is an expection. He will be a well loved character and have a spot on my character thread, maybe even some 1x1 roleplays. I have a feeling I would do much art of him..

..I just love his design.. it's truly stunning, - I was breatheless when I saw him. I normally just look through the adopts - I'll see one or two I like but nothing I'm willing to take home, not untill I saw this fellow. I'd be so happy with just him, I'd never adopt another from here. <3 He is truly breathe taking and the most stunning design. It just.. stands out from the crowd.

I know I can't explain it right, but.. he is gorgesus. So much so, I normally like one or two items, but I would not change him a single bit - not at all. Nothing. Zero. I truly hope I win, <3
Personality:
A stubborn curious, and clumsy canine he is and doesn't make many friends, he perfers to keep to himself then share his feelings with others. However, he can be emotional, and very caring if given the chance. He has very strong morals and hates it when people go past these morals. Despite this, he also does not like asking for help and will take great measures to avoid help, even if it causes him to suffer.

He is also a great listener, even if he doesn't seem like it, and can be rash at times but his intentions are good, even if the outcome isn't.
Likes:
Sunsets, sunrises, beaches, relaxing, and sharing thoughts.
Dislikes:
Loud people, whiners, and bullies.
History/Background:
When Aalec was a young pup his mother would always tell him this story..

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"Aalec, do you know who your father is?" She would ask her young pup, he always said no. "Well, he was just like you, caring and didn't like to spread the feelings of dread, he was just.. like that." Aalec would also smile with the same response 'really? was he truly, am I truly?' and his mother would smile with a soft laugh. "Of course, Aalec. You're just as handsome as he was too, but do you know how you got your eyes and neck fur?" 'No I don't' he would respond with a drowsy tone in his voice. "Your father noticed day that the sun was not setting.. it must have been stuck, he thought." 'Oh, silly daddy!' The mother would laugh at that, every time. "Well, he made it his mission to rescue the colours and bring them back for all too enjoy. He ran and ran to the edge of the earth and threw a rope around the sun. He then pulled with all his might.. and.. it worked! He then scopped up some of the colours and painted you with them, Aalec! So you will always be unique, no matter what others say."

However, he had no idea that would be the last time he heard this from his mother - soon he would have too live on his own, fend himself, hunt and feed himself, even give himself hope. At such a young age too, but he was always blessed with one thing; hope. The sunsets gave his new hope. Sure, there were some days a sunset was not enough, but a rising sun gave him new found determination.
Art:

Other:
No.

EDIT: When I was making this it said open, does my entry still count? :c
EDIT2: Sticky space bar x.x
EDIT3: Thank you, Red, for counting my form <3