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[Pandora Gaskarth]

I feel so threatened ^^ four of the best writers i know....all auditioning for a character by the artist i admire! XD

Azizi is so amazing, please dont give him out until i finish and PM my form to Kam Kam

[Fully Alive]

Pet's ID Tag: 40

Name You'd Choose for It: Millie

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It: She's simply beautiful, she has a simple design that has a subtle pretty-ness. I would love to have her as a char.

History/Background/Other:

Personality: Milly is caring, loyal and playful. she cares more about other people the she does herself, She loves doing things for people, and likes the warm fuzzy feeling inside when someone thanks her. Milly hates saying no, or being mean for at all, and often feels bad for days after saying something even remotely harsh. She is also a free spirit, and does what she thinks is right, she does try to uphold the rules, but if she feels about something strong enough, she will do it, no matter what the punishment is.

Millie Slowly opened her eyes and stretched. She had just been having an amazing dream, where she was chasing cats, chewing on bones and happily Playing with her owners, before going somewhere in their car, She couldn’t wait to see her Family again after that long sleep, and her tail wagged wildly. She only then realized where she was. Her heart raced and her breath came in short gasps as she took in her surroundings. The huge, grey walls, the metal bowls filled with kibble, the imposing, soul crushing bars…. It all added up to one possible conclusion.. She was in the pound, The one place a dog didn’t want to be. Millie’s face was a frightened one as she walked around the eight by eight cage, Her eyes were full of dread and her heart almost broken. Why had her Owners left her? She…thought they loved her….
If dogs could cry tears, Millie would have been, She was practically choking in grief, wondering why they had done this to her. A few hours previous, she was happily sleeping in her warm bed next to the fire, Chewing on a bone and getting scratches between the ears from her loving family. But now, she was in a heartless grey cage surrounded by bellowing dogs. Millie observed every little detail of this place, Like the way the other dogs cries for help echoed through the hall, how her claws made a strange sound when they came into contact with the laminate flooring, and how lonely it all felt. She sighed and put her head on her paws, before closing her eyes tightly.
“This has to be a dream!” She whimpered to herself quietly "this is not happening!". Millie then jumped as a voice came from behind her.
“ Don‘t give up kid..” Said a deep voice “ It ain’t that bad…”
Millie whirled around to see a large male scrutinising her . She pressed her ears flat against her skull as she took in the site of this huge male standing a few feet away from her. At first glance, he appeared to be a solid black, but when she took a closer look, she a Noticed a hint of a light brown under coat shining through the top layer, which made him look like a dark, smutty tan. Covering his body Where a splattering of long, deep scars, most of the visible ones covering his legs and face. Probably due to a lot of fighting or abuse at human hands, and although his thick fur mostly hid it, his left eye looked almost useless, and was a milky white shade that seemed to give him a wise look, like an elder or something along those lines. his ears Had multiple notches and parts missing, and the top of his right ear had been completely torn off.

He had a thick frame wrapped in dense muscle, And was incredibly tall and gruff looking, Which made Millie feel uncomfortable, so she slunk back further away from him. “ Don’t worry” He said with a wry smile, probably referring to the frightened look on her face “I won’t hurt you”
With that, Millie’s ears slowly perked up again, and she relaxed a little more, breathing a sigh of relief.
“My name is Bane” The male said in a gentle tone, trying to not to scare Millie again. before sitting down a few feet away “What’s yours?”
She looked up at him Sheepishly before answering “Millie” She replied in a quiet voice “N-Nice to meet you…” Bane smiled again “Nice to meet you too, Kid, I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine…”

Millie let out a playful growl as she tugged on the pull toy held by bane. He smiled and tugged back, causing Millie to jerk forward
“Hey!” She yelled as she shook her head violently, still trying to get bane to let go. “That’s not fair! You’re bigger then me!” She then pounced at bane, a barrel of laughs escaping her lips. Bane fell to the ground and gently pushed Millie’s shoulder “You’re quite fun kid” He said with a smirk “So how do you sind life at the pound?” He asked her “Okay do far?” Millie brushed herself down “Yeah, It’s okay I guess, But I don’t like the fact that I’ll never have a family again” Bane rolled his eyes and tutted
“You can Get another family ya know” He said through smiling lips “It’s called being ‘adopted’ or ‘rehomed’”
Millie’s ears perked at this information “What?” She Blurted out too quickly, She was pleased about this concept, and wanted to know more.
“If people like you enough, they’ll take you home with um’” He said to her “And you’re the type of dog they always pick, You‘re young, you‘ve got nice markings, and your temperament is good ” Millie thought about this for a moment…before wagging her tail “So…What do I do to get adopted?” She asked “I mean, Why do they choose a certain dog?”
“You act all sweet, wag your tail…er stump in your case, and just act generally friendly” He told her “The next visit is in a hour or so, So you better start working on your act”
Millie’s eyes were exited, and she started working on what she was going to do.


Millie couldn’t wait! It was only ten minutes till the humans came and picked the dogs they wanted to adopt. She had been practising for a while with bane, and he had told her she looked perfect and would almost certainly get adopted out.
“Just don’t come on to strong” Bane said in a quiet tone “If they think you’re too hyper, they might be a little turned off” Millie then straightened out, Took a deep breath and calmed herself, waiting for the humans to come.

The pound doors Swung open and people piled in, many pulling children by the arms and making ‘awww‘ sounds at the dogs. “Get ready” Bane whispered as he disappeared behind the sleeping area, Trying to give Millie more of a chance of getting adopted no doubt. Millie stared after him “But if they can’t see you they can’t adopt you!” She yelled at him, worried about him being alone for the rest of his life and never getting rehomed.
Banes head popped up around the corner for a short time“ I’m not going to get adopted anyway…With my history and all…” He trailed off, His voice had a sad edge to it, but he hid it well “Don’t worry kid, your young, so…go for it” With that, he disappeared again, Making it look as if Millie was the only dog in the cage.


Millie sighed, Bane was giving up a chance of a better life for her…She felt bad, and her face probably showed it too. She sighed, but her attention was then drawn to a small child looking at her with a very blank expression. With a smile, Millie barked and wagged her tail, before jumping up at the bars.
“Calm!” She heard bane cough angrily from behind the screen “Sit down and look dumb!”
Millie coughed awkwardly and sat down, Before staring at the kid dumbly, tilting her head and sticking out her tongue.
“Mummy!” The child yelled as he pointed a sticky finger at Millie “Look at the pretty doggy!”
The child’s mother walked up, Arms crossed and facial expression bored looking. She took a glance at Millie, and shook her head, her brown hair bouncing as it went “She’s too big harry” The woman said sternly, before dragging the child away to look at the smaller dogs. Millie’s ears drooped and she looked to the ground, her heart in her throat and feeling low.
“great…”
She was then interrupted by a soft voice.
“Aww, You look sad girl” A young woman whispered as she crouched down to look at her. She then reached through the bars and stroked Millie gently on the head “Aren’t you a pretty girl…” She said to herself. Millie smiled and licked the woman’s hand, before letting out a playful bark.
The woman grinned and took a dog biscuit from her faux leather purse, before placing it on the floor next to Millie “There you go girl…”. The dog looked from the woman to the biscuit a couple of times, before wolfing it down

One of the pound’s employees then walked up after seeing the woman showing some interest.
“Hello” She greeted in a friendly tone “Are you interested in this one?” The woman nodded before taking her arm out of the bars “I am”
“Wonderful!” The employee exclaimed “Lets take her out shall we?” With that the employee unlocked the cage and stepped in, before tying a rope around Millie’s neck “Come on girl…” She murmured as she Walked Millie out. “All you have to do is fill out some forms” Before being led away from sight, she saw bane walking around the corner, his expression solemn.
“I’ll come and get you!” She yelled, “I’ll come back!” She then was taken out of his view.



After all the formalities were done, The woman led millie out of the cold building, and into the warm daylight. The woman, Who’s name turned out to be Sarah, turned and waved, before loading Millie into her car. She smiled and looked out the window at the pound, Happy to be finally out and have an owner again.
“Thank you bane” She whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and relaxed “I will come and get you Bane…I promise“



After a few months of living happily with Sarah, Millie started to remember the promise she had made to bane, and it began to eat away at her, bit by bit, until she felt so bad she couldn’t get up. Sarah folded her arms while she looked at Millie, a frown playing on her lips. “What’s wrong girl?” She asked as she sat down on the floor next to her “Don’t you feel well?” Millie didn’t move, But she Looked sarah in the eyes, let out a whine and pawed at Sarah’s hand. Sarah let out a sigh, before punching in a number on her mobile “Hello” She said “I think my dog is sick, can I bring her over to you?” She nodded as the receptionist replied, and twisted a strand of hair around her finger as she told them what the problem was "Okay then, I'll bring her round tomorrow..."

Sarah drove Millie to the vet, occasionally glancing over at her and patting her on the head " I't going to be okay girl" she said quietly. After parking, Sarah led Millie into the reception and sat down, twiddling her hands nervously. She looked down at Millie, who was sitting at her feet looking bored, Before pursing her lips in thought. what was wrong with Millie?

After being called in to the examination room, Sarah was told it was due to ‘loneliness’, and Millie needed a canine companion. Sarah sighed and looked at Millie “Lets go get you a friend from the pound then…” She said quietly while stroking her head gently “I just want you to feel better“. Millie smiled a little and wagged her tail, Feeling a little better about the whole situation.


On the way there, Millie stuck her head out of the car window, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and
flopping behind her in the wind. The wind blew her fur about wildly, Giving it the windswept look. Millie barked as the pound slowly came into view, and she was getting closer to bane, and closer to fulfilling her promise.

They pulled up next to the grey building
As soon as the doors were open, Millie ran in, tail wagging and tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.
“Bane, Bane!” Se yelled. As she whirled around the corner, she saw bane’s face and smiled “I’m back!” She barked happily.
“What are you doing here?” He asked , his ears perked and tail wagging slightly
“I came to get you” Millie explained “ So you can come home with us! Isn't that great? You won't be alone anymore!"

Sarah walked up and took a look at the huge dog, scrutinising him. “So…You want him to come home with us?” She asked quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable around the huge dog. Millie let out a playful bark, and Sarah nodded “Okay big guy” She said as she looked at the dog through the bars “You’re coming home with us” Bane smiled and looked over to Millie, this was the first time in years that he'd have an owner, so he was overjoyed.
“Thank you” He whispered.


Millie and Bane lived with Sarah happily for a while, chewing bones, playing games and such, but one day bane sadly passed away. It turned out that he was around the age of thirteen (human years) and was already dyeing of cancer when he was adopted. Millie felt sad after this, but she had solace in the fact that he had lived in a happy home instead of a pound before he died. Sarah tearfully buried him in a special place in the garden, surrounded by flowers, garden ornaments and his favourite toys, and They sit by it every day, remembering him.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Absolutely

EDIT: oh, and I drew a picture of here (I know it's not good XD But I tried) http://i49.tinypic.com/2coh9ht.jpg

[ika;]

*sneaks in* I maaaay have overdone it on my form for Azizi

Pet's ID Tag: 58
Name You'd Choose for It: Azizi
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: The design is so unique, I'd feel special just owning it. I'd use him for RPG's, but mostly in writing stories. When I was writing his backstory I didn't want to stop! If I get him I'll definately continue with it and see where it goes from there. If you like, I can keep you updated on his story by PM (If I get him)
History/Background/Other: (sorry It's so long xD)
With a groan, Azizi rolled over onto his back, breathing out a half-growl, half-sigh. Yet again he suffered through another sleepless night, and now he was bordering on the edge of insanity. Well, at least more so than usual. He chuckled at the thought. Had there ever been a time where he had been truly sane? Perhaps even from the moment of conception he was forsaken to living a life such as this.

Rolling back onto his stomach, he looked forward into the dry, dreary night that surrounded him. Tendrils of light were beginning to grab into the darkness as the sun battled the moon for rightful owner of the sky. This wasn't the first night--or series of nights, for that matter--that his dreams had stolen any hope of rest from him. There had been plenty of night where the night-terrors overtook him, many of those filled by the same exact dream. His past love, Ilika, calling out his name repeatedly, and right before he could cross the great expanse to reach her, a great dark beast would swell up and swallow her whole. The beast would then settle into a mortal-sized being. And the being was always him, or what he had become, that was. A saddened smile was permanently fixed on Azizi's face, eyes not their typical sapphire blue, but blood red, and burning.

It was a short dream but it always stopped him from falling back asleep, for as soon as he fell back asleep it started again. Lately, though, it had taken on an odd twist. It played forward to the part where he would be staring into the other Azizi's face, but after perhaps 30 seconds a look of pure pain would contort that face. A growl of agony would emit, followed immediately by a blast of blinding pure white light that obliterated this Azizi. The first few nights that was as far as he got in the dream, not knowing who or what had destroyed the monster. Then a few nights later, he would catch a glimpse of a figure standing in the light before waking, and only this night had this mysterious being revealed itself. Stepping from out of the blast of light came the Gryffon he had always loved, yet the one he must always forget.

He sat in silence, watching the sun climb higher, breathing slowly as to bring his racing heart back to a normal rate. Once accomplished, he allowed his mind to take his heart's place as it ran through ideas to come to a conclusion on the matter. He knew nothing of the girl, aside from that she was made for him and him only. She knew it as much as he.

But was it just that after all? He had closed the matter with no thought to it whatsoever, not wanting to contemplate it. Yet of course his mind was a demon all its own, stealing his sleep in order that he should find an answer. A pretty young gryffon Ilika was, perhaps not much younger than him. But what did that matter; on his travels to become himself again, he had played upon the hearts of plenty of girls just like her, they believing he loved them all before he either left the flock or chased another, prettier, more naive tail. Several times this landed him a one-way ticket right out of whatever flock he had settled by, for he had played upon the hearts of alphen daughters. One of these daughters hadn't even been that played upon, but grew jealous that her obvious attentions to him were not returned in favor. That particular memory made him grin.

So no, her looks were not it. And he knew almost nothing of her personality, besides that she could be quite the spitfire. Then what the world was it about her that caused him to spend so many times with bloodshot eyes and a sluggish gait? Frustrated, he stood then, groaning as his tired wings protested for rest, shaking the dust from his azure feathers. He demanded answers so that he finally gain some peace. And the only way he would get those answers would be to find this princess. Perhaps even just seeing her would give him some sort of answer.In the early hours of sun he ran towards the border. He zig-zagged through the lands, catching scents where he could.

Azizi stopped short of it, looking forward at the plains that laid at the feet of the grand mountains. He knew well that crossing this border could bring his death for the scent that he carried upon, but it had a long time since he had cared about any set of rules. What mattered to him was what he wanted at that moment, and nothing was going to stand in his way. Besides, he'd sweet-talked his way out of plenty of worse situations. He would manage.So he could those first steps forward without a second thought, legs pumping as he trespassed full-force into enemy territory.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body." Ilika muttered to herself. Her body radiated with pangs of hunger, her acid churning in the deepest corner of her stomach. She could feel the acrid taste on the back of her tongue as her stomach threatened to drown out noise of the surroundings. It was night fall now, and she had watched the sun set, unaware that at its very rising a Gryffon had set out in search of her. In her homelands she'd been "elevated" to the status of baby sitter. While she cared for her siblings, as was bred in her very nature to do so, she was more than tired of them.

Their own mother had abandoned them, taking up flock duty versus raising them. While the eldest, Solon, often accompanied her on her duties, that still left 4 other rambunctious youngsters in her care. To condemn a five month old chick to the confines of the dens was torture on their curious nature, and so made Ilika's job as difficult as possible; she was responsible for knowing their whereabouts at every minute of every day. She was worn very thin, broken of her spirit by being forced into a role prematurely; she had not wanted chicks, not wanted to care for any other but herself, and not the weight of 4 other lives depended on her.

And her heart ached with betrayal... the loss of Azizi. This flock had chosen her, they offered her more safety and comfort than a lone Gryffon could ever give her. They were a dying species, so Ilika had no right to endanger herself any more. Ilika's heart ached, for she was nothing more than a tool to strengthen the flock. She would never be good enough, not in anyone’s eyes... and not even like there was anyone to prove herself to. No one expected anything great, they simply expected her to perform her duties, without question or qualm. This life... it was not enough for her, she wanted more or she wanted out.

The lithe female continued along the open plains, trying in vain to keep her thoughts from running over flock matters. She did not want to think of Azizi in such a precious moment of solitude, and so forced her thoughts on something else. Ilika looked up to the night skies, searching the stars for faces of her ancestors... such a silly notion, talking to such far away things which were probably dead anyways. While Gryffons believed the sky held all of the souls of those long gone, Ilika rejected such a notion...

...but the longer she stared, the more she felt a tangible pull in her heart. She stared at one star, glittering more brightly than those around it. The female wondered the soul's name, wondered if she knew it, or the ghost's past. But the longer she stared, the more the surrounding twinkles took shape. What was once a random array was now the stern face of her protector. She slowed to a stop and looked at the face... he had saved her, but why? Azizi, that was his name, she thought. In her dreams, the few she had, she had seen him, watched him from afar. He had always called out, a lonely caw echoing, asking for the end of a searing pain, and after reaching him there was a burst of white light... then she woke up.

What was there to it, this dream? Could she not even help herself heal? Ilika again growled, shaking away the stars, and sprinting through the grasses. Her amber eyes shut as she ran blind, feeling the long blades pass with her beak... but as her claws clacked against hard stone, she slowed, stopping yet again. From ontop of the rock a wind rushed past, ruffling her feathers; it was one of those warm, balmy summer breezes, the kind which cooled one to just the right temperature. The sweet blossoms of the mountain flora mingled with the scent, and the crisp, icy waters could almost be tasted on the air.

It was such a perfect night, one of the countless in this paradise... and it seemed Ilika's eternal curse to share it with not a soul. But to all the surrounding crickets and birds, she raised her face to the heavens and released her lonely song.

The steady rhythm of his claws against the air was the heartbeat of the land in that moment. Wings moving like a well-oiled machine he soon put the wastelands behind him, soon feeling the brush of a breeze underneath his stomach. When flying, Azizi could forget. He could forget everything. Yet what respect had he for life anymore? More of a contempt for it. He had learned that it could be taken just as easily as it could be created. Speaking of creation... The wind that swam through and around his body--another sensation he was ill-accustomed to now, for the air was always so still--carried a myriad of scents towards him, some from far away and others closer by. The smell of chicks was the most intoxicating, as it came from several different directions, as was to be expected.

The irony seemed to pile onto this situation. While the presence of chicks shouldn't have bothered him so, with thoughts of Ilika so prevalent in his mind lately, it drove a stake into the black hole where his heart should be. So often he remembered her speaking of chicks and her deserve to have her own one day. They were still but chicks themselves back then, and yet she spoke with such passion about them. Azizi couldn't have cared less about chicks or a family, after what had happened to his own. But for Ilika, he would've done just about anything.

Azizi hadn't even noticed night begin to fall above him, and as the stars lit up the sky, he hung his head back to take them in. He had become so malicious, so cold, sometimes it even shocked him what he had turned into, what life had forced him to be. Yet if there was one well-meant wish he had left, it would be that Ilika was not there among those stars, that even with what he had done to her she had been able to go on with her life and fulfill that wish of having a family. She deserved an untainted life, which he had already ruined her hopes of having, but perhaps it could continue happily past that point

On many of his sleepless nights, he had searched the stars for answers, believing for a time, as many Gryffons did, that one's dead ancestors resided among the stars. He had soon found the practice to be ludicrous. He had always been left just as lost as before, if not more so. And what answers could his ancestors give him anyway? Azizi knew very little of them, but from the information he had, they were no better than he. The ocean male growled to the sky, even if there was no one to answer back. There was never anyone to listen to his frustrations anyways. He was always alone, and always would be.

He was about to turn away from the heavens when a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A shooting star trailed across the sky, pulling Azizi's attention with it as it disrupted the tranquility of the aerial landscape. The phenomena only last seconds but left behind its disappearance was an image outlined by its still brethren. Azizi scrutinized it carefully.

A song interrupted this pour of outrage. The sound was exquisite, pulling at his heartstrings towards its source. Once again the wind wafted scents towards him, and one so familiar floated to his nostrils. He had found her. His body returned to motion, following the musical notes to where they first made birth, finding the Gryffon which shared his heart standing like a beacon in the night."Well if it isn't my little princess. And out alone once again, I see."

How long she sung her tune the Gryffon could not definitively answer, but what she did know is that her tune echoed long after she had stopped singing. Her blue eyes looked across the dark plains, watching as the grasses bent under gentle summer breezes. It seemed that with her cry left her despair, disappaiting on the wind somewhere, along with the sound. Now she stood under the starlight, looking at everything almost as clearly as if it was day. The moon was full in the sky, illuminating the dark with a soft, opalescent glow; everything seemed a shade of blue, a fuzzy, milky hue surrounding every edge. And here in the mountains... it was as if you could leap of the highest of the mountain’s peak and sink your beak into the moon itself.

"Well if it isn't our little princess. And out alone once again, I see." His voice was smooth, charming even, and nothing like the bitter tone of their parting. He drew closer, and she stared down at him from her boulder, blinking, trying to make sure this wasn't a trick of her mind. His form did not waiver or blur, the blood which coursed through his veins was as real as that which pumped through hers... and how fast her heart was now beating. She looked into the face of her wildest dreams. .

And like star crossed lovers the two now stood, not knowing of the irony in their meeting. Though neither was a Montague or Capulet, the stakes were just as great and so the rewards well worth it. He thought he was charming, and while the flutter of pulse indicated this was true, Ilika made sure her countence revealed nothing. With a coy elegance, the tawny feathered female leapt from the great stone, meeting the ground with a soft thud. She stepped forward, coming close enough to the if either so desired, a single lunge would allow them to seize the other's throat.

At this proximity, one was either extremely confident or extremely foolish, and it was not apparent to Ilika which one was exactly which. She responded with a casual air, but kept a certain regal coolness to her tone. "I am not alone, for I have the stars, do I not?" She smirked, a playful smile gracing her beak. Ilika circled around him, tail swishing against his body. Drawing up alongside him, she brushed against his shoulder before walking off a ways, calling over her shoulder dismissively. "Why have you come, Azizi? Did I not make it clear enough last time we met?" Despite her bold words, tears burned in her eyes.

Actually, Ilika wasn't even sure Azizi could win against her wishes, she could probably persuade him to leave. She could lie, and say she despised him. Resting against the stone, neck stretched out, her feathers bristling with mad desire and pain, she stared into those smouldering eyes, Ilika swallowed hard, trying desperately to numb the burning pain radiating from her throat. And just as quickly as she glanced toward Azizi, her wide eyes turned their gaze elsewhere, as she lengthened her strides, displaying the full length of her body as it softly glowed under the moonlight, she walked away.

Azizi watched her go. Something inside his chest tore into shreds, like a ravaged beast wanting its own end more than survival itself. His eyes widened, the expanse of pupil concealing his irises in a declaration of his terror. Azizi began choking. “No...No Ilika, don’t walk away from me!” He lunged forwards after her, using his anger to his advantage. Azizi snatched her flank with his beak, leaving a furious red welt.

The tawny Gryffon began to growl, a threatening rumble from deep in her throat, merely fed by the pain in her heart. “Who do you think you are?” She hissed, leaping away from him with a graceful competence. Her tail flicked with the cool irritance of an angry feline. Her flaming eyes bore into his, their souls so close that they may well have been touching; despite the barrier of hate and betrayal that danced between them. Azizi prowled forwards. “I’m you...” He stated, a desperate softness overtaking his voice, something that would’ve melted Ilika a few years ago. Not now.

“You are nothing like me!” Ilika shrieked, her normally smooth vocals cracking in sheer agony. “I used to know you Azizi, I used to love you. Now I’ve realized you are no better than the feeble chicks I’m forced to care for, no better than the Alpha that claims to care for me! You are no different!” She was sobbing now, and Azizi clenched the dirt beneath him in his strong talons. “I could be, Ilika. I~”

Ilika cut him off. “NO!” She screamed, again and again, her earth-shattering cry exploding in the silence of the night. “You don’t get to call me that, ever! You're selfish, you know I couldn't handle seeing you again” Ilika was beginning to become hysterical. Azizi frowned at her, beginning to become unnerved. Though it constricted his throat with sheer death itself, the male Gryffon took a step back, watching desolately as the love of his life fled for her own.

Azizi began to cry, gazing helplessly at Ilika’s own blood on his claws.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Absolutely

[The Agency]

There, I've updated the front page and took down the characters that were adopted last code-drop. Hope there won't be any confusion now.
-Nawee

[Lihmeth]

I haven't been here in ages X3

Anyway, I feel the need to donate some horses, anyone have any theme/colour suggestions?

Oh and Lakota Many-More, 'Die Vuur' would actually be translated as 'those fire', 'the fire' is 'Het vuur' and 'that fire' is 'Dat vuur' ;]
Dutch pronouns are slightly confuzzling

[Lirrie]

Theme Sugestion: Fairy Tale , Fire

[Papyrsatyr]

Just to let you know I won't be able to do the code drop this Saturday. Although with all my complaints and mistakes from this round I'm not sure if people will want me to. ^^;

So if one of the other staff members could do it for this week that would be great.

[Lirrie]

Aw Applefiend you did fine XD you just made a few mistakes and that happens to everyone.

[Dogs Can Bark]

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #2
Name You'd Choose for It: Die Vuur (Meaning "the fire".)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I love the fact that he has flame colors, yet is furry. I'm sure I would use him in many roleplays, maybe include him in a few stories.
History/Background/Other:

(Just a picture I threw together of him. ^-^)
Die Vuur has quite an unknown history, but it is believed he was born in a forest of South America. From generations of adaptations, his firey colored fur and pawpads glow in the dark. He can see just as well as in the light as the dark, and is an omnivore. His basic diet is fish and small mamals, even though he could easily take down a larger animal. Vuur has excellent hearing and sight. His body temperature is usually 108*F, and doesn't shift to much from there. His kind is a social creature, and they often find themselves among herds of larger herbevores. Vuur in specific has befriended a herd of South Andean Deer, and since then has rarely eaten anything but herbs and fish ever since. He offers protection for the deer, and they believe he is a great help to their herd.

A village that is very close to where Vuur and his herd roam believe that if he eats one of their crops, it will be blessed to grow back twice as quickly and twice as succulent.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Sorry about the reposts, but I figured since this wasn't seen in last code drop I'd post it with all of the other forms for this round to prevent the confusion. ^-^

[Nawee]

Just to let you know I won't be able to do the code drop this Saturday. Although with all my complaints and mistakes from this round I'm not sure if people will want me to. ^^;

So if one of the other staff members could do it for this week that would be great.

I may have time to do it. I'll see on Saturday, as anything could happen between now and then.