[Levi]

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Decided not to try out as I wouldn't really have a good plan for her.

[tiny little box]

Username:tiny little box
Name: Gary
Gender: male
Personality: Gary is a flashy little guy,he loves to be the best even though he is pretty bad at a lot of things.He likes to think of himself as 'special snowflake' 'king of beauty' and 'too cool for you'
Extra: (can be art or writing with a limit of 800 words)
Later

[Fox,]

Username:

Fox,

Name:

Nora - means "light, or woman of honor"

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Nora is the type of people that you meet and immediately fall in love with. She's extremely extroverted, making conversation with almost anyone she meets. Her passions include studying animals and their thoughts and actions, and is currently at a community college getting her degree in animal science.

Nora has always been beside humans, and it helped formed part of who she is. She is curious of the human species, and has even worked co-side them. As far as communication between the two parties go, Nora understands human-speak perfectly, as if it were her second language. She communicates with them with barks, squeaks, and mostly signals, and most of them seem to understand her.

Some of Nora's positive personality traits include caring, companionly, curious, dedicated, enthusiastic, good-natured, hard working, patient, relaxed, and very sweet. Her negative personality traits rarely show to newcomers, but are important all the same: excitable, insecure, opinionated, strong-willed, sometimes straight up stupid, exhausted, and most of all, stressed.

Nora is in her mid-twenties, and is often overwhelmed with owning a shelter and her studies. She's a more human like viscet, with her business and knowing how to drive and operate complex systems, but her animal instincts are still very much intact. They help her to understand what's wrong with an animal, and also to protect others from getting hurt or sick. Nora claims that its one of the things she loves most about herself, along with her own anatomy. She does have contact with other viscets, but often can be found at her home studying or at the shelter caring for the animals. [267/____]

Extra:

The ring of a jingling bell awoke me. Eyes still closed, I heard yelps, claws scratching on the white tile floor, then the slam of the door. A faint whimpering filled the lobby, and flooded into the tiny office room. It was 4 a.m.

Stretching, I opened my eyes to my familiar surroundings. The office was small, filled with a desk, swivel chair, tile flooring, along with my small 'dog'bed, as I was still a viscling. In the back, a couple stray barks could be heard from waking dogs. I sniffed the air, and smelled fear leaking in from the main lobby. Hopping up onto the Human's chair, I spun it around to look out a large window into the next room. My eyes couldn't believe what the were seeing, and in a hurry, I scrambled from the chair, slipped on my vest, and ran over to the door.

I cracked open the door, and peaked out. There, I spotted a small dog tied with a leash to the nearest chair. He was an Australian shepherd, a red Merle to be precise, covered with cuts and mud from head to tail. Abandoned. The poor pup was huddled in the corner underneath the chair, tied to it by the neck. He appeared so small that I assumed he was only about 8 weeks old. I immediately dropped on all fours, and crept slowly into the room.

The pup saw me, and let out a feeble cry. I murmured to him, "It's ok. You're safe here. Don't fret." I gently took a step towards him, then stopped and sat. All my training was flooding through my brain: Don't make sudden movements. Let him come to you. Be gentle.

I took a deep breath, and finally pulled a treat out of my vest pocket. The small pup quieted, sniffed the air, and perked his ears. Slowly, he lifted himself up on his wobbly paws, and let out a small whine of hope. I stood up, and crept over near the chair, and dropped the treat at my paws. The tiny dog gazed at me, then padded forward and nibbled on the treat.

I reached a paw toward him, which he sniffed briefly, then proceeded gobbling up the treat. I patted his head tentatively, making sure he was comfortable around me. I fed him another treat, and gently untied the leash from the chair. I reached my paws down and secured them around the tiny pup, and lifted him up. Now that he trusted me, he needed to be checked over for any diseases or injures.

I placed him on the examination table, and found an empty bowl. I quickly filled it with water, placed it in front of the pup, and started to check him over. Gosh, the poor thing. He's got everything from maggots to an ear infection. Better clean him up before the Human gets here and we open.

I guided him into the nearby sink, and warmed the water to body temperature. The small pup seemed to enjoy the water, even though his fur covered his eyes.

"I think I'm going to call you Samson," I told him, giggling. "Because of your hair." Of course, every rescue that I found got a special name from me. He wagged his tail a small bit, almost agreeing with me.

Once clean, I grabbed some puppy food and made sure he could eat it without getting sick. While he ate, I sat back for a moment and checked the time. 7:30. Almost time for the Human to get here. I focused back on Samson, watching him gobble up his food. He was thin, bruised, and definitely abused in the past. Hopefully, the battered pup would make it.

Mid-thought, the jingling of the bell sounded in the lobby.
"Nora, are you here?" Called a familiar voice.
A barked a reply, still unable to communicate in the language of humans. I left Samson for a moment, walking into the lobby and meeting eyes with the Human. I spotted the Samson's leash on the ground, picked it up, and held it up to the Human.
"Well then..." She said, taking it gently from my paws. "Looks like we have a new addition to the shelter."
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"Come here, boy!"
Samson came rushing around the corner at my call, claws slipping on the hardwood flooring and tongue lolling out of his mouth. His bright eyes showed excitement for the morning routine.
"It's only another day," I laughed, reaching down to scratch his head. "Let's make it a good one."
I opened the garage door, then opened the driver's side door. Samson jumped in, and hopped carefully over to the passenger side. I put the keys in the ignition, and started another new day with my best friend. [800/800]

[*Shiveren*]

mark/res

[Blackbirds]

Res!

[cvpidxpng]

Username: RainbowPitbull
Name: Alyx
Gender: Female
Personality:
Alyx is a bright viscet, never aware of her problem. She has schizophrenia, a flaw which makes her interpret reality different than others, though Alyx always says "It's an adventure that never ends"

She is bubbly and care-free though, nothing ever gets on her nerves. She rarely gets mad or even sad in that case, she always tries to spread joy to whoever she is with.

She loves bikes and cars, knows almost every model. She loves fixing them, something her friend father does. She can never stray away from fixing anything and can help a lot with car issues and problems.

She doesn't understand anyone that good, and always imagines them as ogres, fairies or even warlocks. She is on an adventure to her, trying to find something to stop hallucinating.
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Don't have time, probs not gonna win, but this baby is gorgeous, good luck all <3

[Razors]

Username:
Levi-
Name:
TBD
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Extra: (can be art or writing with a limit of 800 words)


ooohhh yess, if we do art can we do any writing extras at all? or is it a complete trade off?

I think this would be a one or the other. Either writing, or artwork. ^^

[MelMellyMel]

Username: MelMellyMel
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
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RES! <3

[imakilljoywannabe]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
Extra: (can be art or writing with a limit of 800 words)

//quiet res

[Pumpkin Cupcake]

Username: Pumpkin Cupcake
Name: Kiana Rose
Gender: Female
Personality:

Kiana Rose is passionate about the world around her. Growing up following her mother (due to having a fascination with her looking identical to herself), she found that the nature around her was astonishing, and she dove right into following Aki’s footsteps. She loved her mother’s voice, and since growing up around her was more common, she took after her in more ways than her father.

Though Aki has a busy schedule, and does enjoy visiting the modern world, Kiana has always decided to stay at home. The world outside the place she grew up in was scary, leaving her feeling vulnerable to anyone who could attack. She mostly curls up in a corner when her mother leaves, only getting up when she needs to eat or sleep, things of the sort.

Kiana has a garden on her mother’s island, and keeps to it daily. She planted it with Aki, and therefore she feels it has a strong bond to it. She’s very protective of the flowers within it, and will sometimes even cry if the wind blows the petals away. Having the small patch of beauty outside her window makes her feel just a little safer, especially when her mother was gone.

She is rather quiet, due to hatching alone with Aki and not feeling too much socialization with others. She rarely goes into the village unless her mother is there, and doesn’t talk to many others unless she feels the need to. She has a flight mode much rather than a fight mode, hence why she rarely gets angry at things, but rather cries that something is not going like she wanted it to. Though she is shy, she will gladly meet someone if they seem trustworthy and will most likely place her life in their hands, even if she doesn’t really realize that importance yet.

Kiana Rose is a peaceful and quiet viscet, but will always be there to give you a smile. She definitely has her down days, but if anyone shows her their love, she is quick to return it and hold fast onto it for a long time to come.

Extra:

The small viscling blinked open her eyes, almost squeaking as her surroundings. She was squished inside a small container of some sort, and she began to try and adjust herself, feeling uncomfortable. Why was she in here? She used her tiny foot and pounded on the outer rim, hearing a loud cracking sound. She felt rather pleased, and began to use her front paws to attempt and push her way out, but it wasn’t working very well. She continued kicking until a small portion broke off, and she scrambled down to push her muzzle through the hole she created. Beginning to squeak and make a variety of noises, she used her teeth and front paws to make the hole bigger, and after a long struggle, she was finally able to escape her imprisonment.

She shook off her damp fur, glancing back to her egg and sniffing it curiously. What was it? Why had it kept her in it? She glanced around the area, her eyes wide with curiosity. It was so dark here, and surrounded by dull, colorful objects. Upon crawling up to one, she sniffed it before sneezing. It smelled pretty, but she didn’t know what it was. Looking back, she saw a big creature there, and she squealed with fright, stumbling back. What was that?! She looked from herself to the creature. Well…it looked almost just like her. Maybe she knew what was going on. She crawled to their muzzle, placing their front paws on it and squeaking.

The massive thing awoke, and seemed just as startled as she was when their eyes opened. They slowly raised their head, which meant the viscling dropped to the ground and sat, staring at the ginormous clone.

“Why, hello darlin’,” she greeted. The tiny girl didn’t entirely understand what she said, but she tried to imitate her speech through noises at first. It caused a laughing noise come from the bigger thing in front of her. They dropped their head again, touching her nose to hers. “I wasn’t expecting ya to come out for…a few more days at least.” They glanced to where the egg lay. “But ya sure made a mess out of your egg there.”

Were they telling her to go back into the egg? Well, it was broken, but they were big and scary. So she went over and sat in one of the huge halves that had eventually broken apart, only causing the large thing to laugh again, picking her up by her scruff and placing her next to her. “Now you sit right there young missy. Momma wants to nap.” She yawned, resting her head again to continue the rest she was enjoying beforehand. But, she opened an eye to gaze at her for a few seconds. “Kiana Rose. I knew the name would fit ya.”

Kiana blinked, but snuggled into the creature, feeling content with them now. They had to be their mother, no doubt. They certainly smelled like them, anyways. She let her first smile show, curling up into a ball before joining her mother in her nap for the rest of the evening.

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