Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Chia]

God, I'll try to get this one. I saw it some time ago and was like 'Oh my-... WANT. QAQ' And now I have a chance to get it.

Beware! - german person with horrible english.

I would like to adopt!

Number
5
Picture

Name
Voided Abyss
Species
Galaxy Fox
Personality
Since Void lived in space he never spoke a lot and became quite silent. His personality is a bit strange if you don't know him and his past. Quiet and reclusive, that's what you'd call it. After so many years he learned to act really mature and advised as far as possible.
Maybe he blames himself a bit too often for mistakes which weren't his fault but that's just the way he is. The time created him and noboby will ever change the time's work.

Likes
Is it a bit short just to say silence? Indeed but that's almost all he could think of if you asked him. He never felt sympathy for a living creature like you would call them. Of course his big love was the universe even if he never learned to appreciate this place until it was too late. It's always the same, isn't it? You just notice how important something to you was when it's gone.

Dislikes
Voided just can't stand loud ambits, they torture him. He is so tired of all those hateful creatures on earth and can't belive that this planet was able to survive so long with its inhabitants. In his opinion they'll destroy their home someday... The end will come sooner as they expect.
When he was still in space there were nothing he disliked a lot. Well, maybe one or two other creatures of the galaxy but it is such a big areal that you rarely see something again in your life.

Background
''-insert text here-'' -> Void
-insert text here- -> Void's thoughts
''-insert text here-'' -> Female wolf


How much time passed by since he came to this place? He couldn't remember anymore. All he knew was that the color of the sky didn't change for a long time. And that he shouldn't be here. This wasn't his world. Not his place to be.
Damn. That's just... Wrong. I don't fit in here.
The glowing creature between the shadows moved slowly. Yes, it was so wrong. But how could he exit this nightmare?
There must be a chance to escape from here. No way he'd stay here, at this place with all those creatures.
Where he lived there were nothing else than space and loneliness. Quiet loneliness everywhere and around everything. And now? Terrible noises all over.
So horrible and loud... How could anyone stay this din longer than needed? I can't imagine that anything wants to live in such a world.
Suddenly he heard a gentle noise behind the copse. Well, not a noise at all. More likely a sad melody...
What the...?
His paws didn't even touch the black grass while he tried to find the place where the music came from. All of a sudden he felt a bough under his right frontpaw. Sadly he didn't react fast enough and it broke with a loud 'Krack!'.
...
Silence.
The music stopped. What ever it was, I disturbed it.

''Wh-...Who are you?''
A muted whispering right behind him was adequate to shock him. He spun around and scurried a step back.
The only thing that left his mouth was a fizzy sound.
''Oh. I-...I'm sorry. I didn't want to affright you.''
First the big fox couldn't see anything until his eyes noticed a small wolf in front of him.
''My name is Voided Abyss.'', a deep voice said.
Was that... My voice? I didn't talk for such a long time.
After a short break the light brown wolf whispered: ''And why did you follow me?''
Her blue eyes looked so scared that Void calmed down a bit. Nobody would hurt such a big creature like him... He was safe.
''I didn't follow you. I wanted to go to the place where the music came from...''
''Well, this mission was a success I guess. But god, you scared me badly.'' She stopped whispering and started to talk like there would stand an old friend and not a big and strange fox just a few stepps away from her.
''... Sorry? The melody was so sad, I just had to look. It reminds me of my home... The place I'll never see again.''
The female wolf lay down next to him and looked straight into his eyes. Then she asked low:
''What is your home if I may ask?''
Void took a deep breath and started to talk...
'' My home... Is right above your head. Aside everything that you'd call possible. It's where the dreams and memories end up when they left this planet. The reality fades away at this place without time.''
He smiled sadly and looked up to the stars.
'' It's so silent there that you can follow your thoughts without a hesitation. Not, that you'd be alone at all, but nobody talks. The stars live together with other creatures of space; it's a peaceful place at all. Compared to earth... It is impossible to find the right words to describe it. But even at a place without time exists something like caducity.
We never knew what happens with a galaxy when she... Disappears. Well, now I know it.''
An embittered laugh crossed his lips when he said the last sentence.
''I wish I was able to see your memories of this world, it sounds so glamorous.''
''The universe is glamorous... Incredible to be exactly. Everything around you is so amazing, it has enduring beauty without bustle and fuss.
...
Yes, that's my home. My place to feel complete. It is the world I will never enter again, I can just picture it in my mind and tell myself that I finally understand what desire means.''

'' That's so sad... But what do you mean with ''When she disappears''? I can't belive that such a gigantic thing like a galaxy can just make 'poof' and clear away.''
Her voice divested him out of his memories and he had to think about his answer a bit.
''It's not that easy, you know? How nice it would be when they'd just vanish into thin air without feeling pain or sadness. In truth it is the most horrible thing I know. There isn't 'pain' like you feel when you slap yourself, it's more like you'd die thousand deaths inside and your heart would break into two million pieces. That's the price for living in a world without pain or disgust. The fair charges everyone who lives there has to pay when their time is up. ''
Outraged she aspirated the cold night air and her words were almost offending.
''How can you call anything like that fair?! If it is really that bad... It can't be fair.''
''I don't like they way we... Die either. But tell me, are the wars you fight on earth fair? All the people you kill to reach what you want? No, that's just as wrong as the needless pain in our end. It isn't even the end, it's just the beginning of hell at all.''
He looked down at her and tried to laugh but it didn't sound right.
''But that's okay. I still have my memories and the knowledge that I'll leave this planet someday.''
His words echoed through the black night and for a short moment he seemed to be... Happy.

Yes, I'll leave this place. Not yet but soon enough.

Soon.


A picture you drew



-still editing-

[bearlygrunge]

I would like to adopt!
Number :: Twenty Eight (28)
Picture ::
Name :: Jørgen ;; pronunciation- Joe-rgen, like Joe. :3 Danish and Norwegian form of Jürgen, which is a Low German form of George, meaning "farmer, earthworker."
Species :: Smili
Age :: Eight years
Gender :: Male
Relationship Status :: Single
Mate :: N/A
Cub(s) :: N/A
Eye Color(s) :: Steel blue-gray
Fur Color(s) :: Ranging from a dull Fallow brown to grays (Gray to Davy's Gray) with black and Seashell white markings
Father :: Vegard ;; meaning "Temple, sanctuary, enclosure" from Old Norse.
Mother :: Malena ;; meaning "Woman from Magdala."
Sibling(s) :: Sverre ;; From the Old Norse name Sverrir which meant "wild, swinging, spinning."
Friend(s) :: Kaia ;; Variant of Kaja, which is a Scandinavian diminutive of Katarina. It could also be derived from Old Norse kaða meaning "hen." - Sverre's mate
Personality :: Strong moral character defines the inmost wells of Jørgen's heart. It is a remarkable thing, given how his father and brother have acted in the past, but what is even more remarkable is that acting with integrity is hardly even a thought process at this point. This, of course, is not to say that Jørgen is perfect or that he does not confront temptation. But, he has chosen a path much different and sometimes more difficult than his family's course.

On the surface, Jørgen is charming, friendly, and sensitive, but he rarely reveals what is on his mind or much of anything at all. So, you may think you know him, but that is not likely. This is his reaction to being ignored and unloved as a cub; no one ever cared what he thought or what he was feeling. His emotions are private and untouched, and in that way they have an essence of purity. What Jørgen really longs for is someone to take him at face-value and instill a great trust and fidelity; loving him just the way he is.

Born with a high social status, much was expected of Jørgen physically. He need to be strong and live up to his father and brother's hunting and fighting prowess. Unfortunately, that was the area where he was lacking. Jørgen has exceeding mental strength as it were, being able to help with his mind. However, that was not exactly what his father was hoping for. Jørgen is a planner and sometimes a schemer, who likes to have a back-up plan for any plan. . .

Except when cracking jokes, Jørgen has a serious sincere aura about him. He is realistic and honest, but also humble and forgiving. He knows when it's appropriate to speak and when it is the time for silence.
Likes :: A playful laugh and a gleaming eye show the light-hearted side of Jørgen. He is a joker who often useds a luagh to ease an awkward situation, however his puns occassionally "bomb" and the circumstance intestifies in inepitude. Luckily, Jørgen has no problems with making fun of himself. . .

Jørgen loves a challenge, though he prefers it to be intellectual as opposed to physical. He likes to push the limit for himself and be an over-achiever, and sometimes push others, like Sverre for example. How many sacastic, demeaning comments can he get away with before Sverre bores down on him? Then arises the challenge of escaping his brothers anger.

When a quiet and serious mood comes over him, Jørgen will sit and look to the sky searching for the answers to unspoken uspoken questions or just lost in the past.

Jørgen longs for some sort of attention, whether it be a kind smile or a knowing glance. In no way does he feel the need to be a hero, but the need to be loved drowns him in loneliness.-
Dislikes :: Jørgen finds it extremely irritating to be ignored by his father and pushed aside by his brother. And he wasn't exactly thrilled to be called a "momma's boy" by all the young smilis in the neighboring areas, however true it may have been. He doesn't care for being scammed and used, especially by females, like Kaia. . . otherthan these, there are some petty little things he dislikes: Getting wet, having his tail being pounced on or bitten, the smell of mint. . .
Background :: Frozen ice particles blew with a driving force into the wall of furred bodies that trudged as a mass through the accumulating snow. Stinging eyes squinted ahead, seeing not but swirls of wet flakes that would soon matt the thick hair the traveling beasts wore. They crowded together to keep the heat radiating between the members as the biting wind whipped through the air- nothing blocking its course.

Leading the group was a prime example of the species; large and muscular with gleaming razor-sharp fangs revealed below his upper lips, this male had a coat of coal black and steely gray; and it may have shown the validity of his health had it not been covered in shining crystals fused to the hair. He cast a backwards glance at the steadily moving group that followed him. There was a noble essence in his expression of compassion for the others; they way his dark eyes shone smartly and his muscles rippled with strength as he shifted his position on the snow covered rock that made up the gargantuan mountain range on which they traveled.

Trying to detect what his lesser senses could not, the black male wriggled his nose in search of a specific scent that mingled with the myriad of smells that drifted around the flury. After a moment, the northernly winds, obliged him, sending a rush of cold air in his direction carrying the scent of his son. In frustration, he shook his great head, sending ice crystals into the heavens. This was not the first time his son had wandered away. Turning a silent young smili beside him, he spoke gruffly, "Have you let your brother run off again, Sverre?" The young male the question was directed at threw an arrogant look at his father, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Am I my brother's keeper?" he asked tartly. A low growl rumbled deep in the father's throat. "I don't have time for your complaints, Sverre. You well know what Malena's last wish was and I expect you to aide me in fulfilling my promise to her." With a sigh, Vegard, leader of this traveling group, looked anxiously at his first born. "I know how you feel about this, but please, go find your brother." Smiling slyly, Sverre nodded, his mane ruffling in the bitter cold.

This wanderer, this annoyance, this cause of worry over a promise, was enjoying his quickly vanishing moments of solitude. Threading his way through drifts of old snow, the gypsy took an instant to re-observe his surroundings. There wasn't much to see: great slabs of silent rock, continuously growing piles of snow, and the occassional stand of towering pine and spruce trees.

By now, at the age of eight, he undoubtedly knew all the twists and turns of the path they followed, and he was keenly aware of the dangerous, having lost his mother years ago while on this perilous journey. As the memories flooded back, filling him with a returning despondency, he turned his steel-blue eyes to the heavens, hoping for some unknown thing to rescue him from his always trying life.

As if in pity, the frost-tortured trees whispered groans carried by the wafting breeze, which in turn, offered its own sympathies by dusting the clinging white flakes from the male's sleek coat.
A picture you drew :: -

EDIT :: How sad, I didn't have the time to finish Jørgen's form. . . I had SO much farther to go! :C Well, good luck chums! :3

[June Bug]

Poor Atwood. At least there's a word limit?

I'm pretty sure there's a limit of 2'500 words, but it may have changed recently

[Atwood]

The word limit is still 2500 - it's written on the form next to Background. :3 I'm so glad there is a limit, too, since otherwise we'd probably be getting full novels by this point. o.O The longest forms were increasing at about 500 words per round before, so if that had kept on we'd probably be at around... 8000 words or so? Forms weren't meant to be longer than my English term papers. XD

[mi ainsel]

Mine is, unfortunately, 2,680.
I cannot get rid of anything!

[GRIMDYXE]

Mine is, unfortunately, 2,680.
I cannot get rid of anything!

2680? 0.0
The highest I've ever written was around 900 words. XD

[Chia]

God, that's a lot. o3o; It takes so much time for me to write an english story. I have to correct many mistakes and read every sentence again and again. That's why I won't try for another character. XD Too much work for me.

[! october]

God, that's a lot. o3o; It takes so much time for me to write an english story. I have to correct many mistakes and read every sentence again and again. That's why I won't try for another character. XD Too much work for me.

I can only imagine how hard that would be; I'd go insane trying to write a form in Chinese. (My second language.)

Good luck to you Atwood, the amount of people going for the astral fox is insane. (I shall soon be one of them, as soon as I PM Wendigo some of the short stories I wrote about my five.)

[Eucliwood]

'Oh [censored]. WANT. QAQ' And now I have a chance to get it.

Sorry for the spam... But lolwat?

[Chia]

Sorry for the spam... But lolwat?

XD;
Just for those who always read everything wrong: Fix'd. x3