[Alva.]

An extension to the 29th would be wonderful, especially since I was away for several days and need as much time as possible to get my form completed. c; Thank you!

[geotalon]

Sorry, I thought I put it for the 27th, not the 29th x3
I'll give you guys until Dec 31st, though.

[Shaynn]

Eep! Thanks Talon! Though you did say 21st, not 31st... ;D

[bullie]

I really don't think this needed the 31st but okay
:3
-adds more to form-

[tricks]

DAKOTA

Here's some art of this beautiful guy x3

Both of these are by xXToffeeXx:

Some art by the completely awesome xXToffeeXx.

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A headshot, by me
More art by me.
Another headshot

Username:

LuckySmarts


Name:

I'm Dakota. Lucky has nicknamed me 'Castle', because that is one of the shows we watch together. I generally prefer to be outside chasing pesky cats rather than watching TV, but I do love my cop shows. NCIS is pretty good, but Lucky always chickens out because it's too 'gory'. Er-Excuse me for a moment..

Hey, you over there- yes, you! Drop that chew toy at once! That means NOW! Or I'm pulling out my cuffs!

Come on, Dakota... You don't have opposable thumbs. You couldn't handcuff someone, even if I had actually given you cuffs. And I don't chicken out! You're the one who always 'accidentally' hits the remote with your tail...

Gender:

Male

Fears/phobias:

Dakota has a fear of rats (musophobia or murophobia).

He also has a fear of thunder (Astrophobia).

Personality:

Dakota is... well, he's unusual. Dakota sometimes forgets that he is a Kiamara, not a dog. He views himself as the 'law enforcement' of the dog park, and he takes his job seriously, although the dogs do not appreciate this at all. Beneath his hard exterior is a soft heart. Dakota sometimes wishes that he was a dog himself, so that his dog park buddies wouldn't be so afraid of him. He has had three previous owners, none of which were able to meet his needs. Two of them dumped him by the side of the road, one actually bothered to turn him into the shelter.

They don't appreciate me? What are you talking about? grrr. Those dogs love me. And I'm pretty sure it was my fault that nobody wanted me. I guess you could say I'm not the best house pet...

Story:

Dakota breathed in the cool wind that whipped his mane into a frenzy. It brought to his nostrils the scent of dogs, all breeds and sizes. He trotted towards the scent, snuffling against the ground to make sure he didn't miss any dropped food. Realizing that there was nothing edible to be found, he quickened his pace, sprinting towards the dog park. It was the one place where he had ever had a job; dogs relied on him to keep everything safe. He growled as the park became visible. That annoying Belgian malinois was hogging the best chew toys again. He let out a sharp bark. "Duke! Drop the toy! Let those poor pups have a turn!''." Duke gave him grin. "If the pups want it, why don't they come and take it from me?" Dakota's tail went rigid with anger. "Because they aren't even a quarter of your size. Drop the toys, or I'm going to take them from you." Duke sighed. "I can see why nobody wanted you. You're untrainable, tough, stubborn, and aggressive. I would dump you by the side of the road too. You're worthless." Dakota winced, tears rushing to his eyes. He had tried so hard. Why hadn't the nice woman explained that the couch was not for chewing, and neither was her lamp? He had only wanted something to do while she was gone. He had never meant to disappoint her. But it had been his job to be the best Kiamara the woman would ever own... and he had let her down. And that was why he deserved to be pushed out of a car, into the muddy ditch. He could still feel the impact, still see the wave of dirty brown water flying above him. It hadn't made him bleed, but it had broken his heart into two. The fur beneath his lower eyelids became sticky and damp from the flow of salty water. Duke laughed. "So much for being some being some big, brave cop dog. Cop dogs don't cry." Dakota growled. "They do when their heart is broken. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? You've never had a heart. And apparently, you've never had a brain, either." Duke lunged, snapping and snarling. He grabbed ahold of Dakota's ear and bit down firmly with his strong jaws. Dakota yowled, flailing around wildly. "Let go of me! Get off! Stop!" Dog owners worriedly gathered their pups and left, except for Duke's owner. "Duke! Let go! Stop! You're hurting him!" He shouted wildly, although he did not come forward to separate the two. Dakota broke free, slapping Duke's muzzle with a paw and leaving pink clawmarks across his face. He grabbed ahold of his front leg, shaking him furiously. Duke thrashed about, howling in agony. "Stop! Stop! I'm sorry! Aus! AUS!" Dakota finally loosened his jaws, and Duke limped off to his owner, whining. The owner dialed someone quickly on his dark grey phone. "Yes, yes. I need help... My dog was just attacked by some feral canine. Yes, at the Cedarsgrove dog park. Please come quickly.. This vicious animal could hurt someone else." He then carried Duke to his car and set him down in the backseat. Dakota stumbled off to lie under a boxwood shrub, his ear throbbing. Duke was right. He was aggressive. Untrainable.

He was worthless.


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Dakota didn't put up a fight when he was hauled into the van. The animal control officers were rather surprised. He was acting more like a furry beanbag than a vicious wild animal. Nevertheless, they crammed him into the small wire cage and drove off. Dakota winced as he was bashed into the wall yet again. His cage shook and jostled in the back of the van. He knew where he was going; the building with rows and rows of cages, filled with dogs and their mournful howls.


Dakota went to sleep. There was no use thinking about that nightmare of a place; he would be there soon enough.

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TWO MONTHS LATER


Dakota stuck his snout through the wire, his desperate howl joining the voices of the others, the others whose time was almost up.
The shelter employees lingered by his cage, giving him glares of disapproval. "Kiamaras are wild animals," one of them said, backing away from the cage. "They aren't meant to be pets."


I wish you were wrong, thought Dakota, curling up in the corner of the cold concrete kennel.


The door that visitors entered through slowly squeaked open, and all the dogs turned their heads, yapping, growling, barking, ding whatever they could to grab the young human's attention. Me! Pick me! Please save me! they screamed. Except for Dakota. He knew he was a lost cause; why bother to strain his already aching vocal cords? He rested his head on his paws, his matted hair falling into his eyes.

"That one."

Dakota's ears lifted. What had she said?

"That one. That Kiamara. I want him."

As far as he knew, there was only one Kia in the building. Him. Maybe she had mistaken some very large dog for a kiamara.

"Come here, boy. Dakota. That's what your name is, right?"

Dakota padded to the front of the kennel in disbelief. Was this some kind of cruel joke? But the girl's face was serious.

His long tail whapped back and forth, and he let out a yip of joy. He had been picked!

The elderly dachshund in the next-door kennel gave him a wink. "Good job. You deserved a person, kiddo."

The wire door was opened, and Dakota nearly toppled his new owner as he leaped into her arms.


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ONE YEAR LATER


The girl flew across the room, nacho-cheese flavored chips spilling from her arms. "Come on! The new episode is on in two minutes!"

Dakota leapt onto the couch, leaving muddy pawprints on the already stained fabric. He knew why she was called Lucky.She had made him the luckiest Kiamara ever. He caught a flying chip out of the air. "Good catch, Castle." Lucky remarked. Dakota smiled. A year ago, he would have wished to be a K-9 unit. A police dog. A hero.

But now, he was Castle. Maybe not a police dog; but he was still Lucky's hero.

[bullie]

Good luck to all <3 ;A;

[tricks]

Good luck everyone! I'm so nervous right now xC

[Poison Wolf]

Good luck uwu
Congrats to whomever he/she goes to as well!

[.Autumn.]

So the end date is the 31st? Is there an exact time of the day that it ends?
/doesn't want to get disqualified for editing form after deadline

[Brandy.]

good luck guys!!