[Tano-kun]

The Adoption Application

Username:

Tano

Pup I Want:

Number One

Why I want this Pup:

Is it strange that I want a little son-character for my fursona? xP I dunno, guess so. But uh, I absolutely adore horns and owls, so he's just the perfect combination~

What I'll do with the Pup:

Force him to befriend my obnoxious know-it-all fursona, Ophelia, and attempt to motivate myself to create a story for them. (I have a tendency to use new characters as motivation.)

Name of Pup:

Salazar (With a nickname of Al, of course, because the other kids make fun of his full name)

Gender of Pup:

Male

Personality:

Timid and generally shy when around people he isn't comfortable with, but is a know-it-all and temperamental when around his friends and family

Story:

Al was actually left on Lia's door when he was very, very young...

Ophelia was snuggled comfortably in front of her brilliant fireplace, sipping hot cocoa while she focused on her favorite book, The Truth of the Matter, by her personal hero, Salazar Smith. She had wrapped the now-faded blankets around her, and was of course wearing her favorite rainy-day clothes, a baggy T-shirt and sweats. The gloomy weather always made her feel sleepy, and at the same time strangely energized. It was during one of the sleepy stages, as she was struggling to read her book, that she heard a meek rapping on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she couldn't quite tell if there had been a knock on the door. But, five seconds later there was another tap, and so she untangled herself from her blankets, and stumbled her way to the front door. After unlocking the bolt, she flipped on the porch light and slowly opened the creaky door. Her eyes struggled to make out any outlines against the dark sky, and after fifteen seconds she realized that there was no one there. She called out, somewhat annoyed, "Hellooo?" But received no reply.
Exasperated, she turned her back and began to shut the door when she heard a peculiar sound; something like a hiccup. She stopped in her tracks and attempted to find the source of the sound, to no avail. After a few minutes of not moving, and listening, she discovered that it was coming from the top step, from a small basket with a blanket that was barely visible in the meek light.
Somewhat startled, she again called out, "Who's there?"

When she received no response, she decided to simply find out for herself. Timidly, she stepped forward, and after a mere seven steps, reached the basket. It was a simple basket, obviously hand-made with care, of pliable wood native to none of the neighboring towns. While she was inspecting, and pondering, over the origins of the basket, the hiccup was again heard. Unable to quell her curiosity, Lia knelt down and removed the yellow cotton blanket from within the basket. To her immense surprise, there was a small child inside! Hardly even a child, the pup looked as if to be only a few days old, a month at most. An urge overtook her, and she picked up the child and cradled it, all the while scanning the area for any signs of the child's mother. No such life could she find in her glances, and so, concerned for the health of the child, she returned to the warmth of her home.

She could not keep her concern for the mother at ease, however, and so called the local police to see if they might help her. They came over as soon as they could, and promised to initiate a full search of the area for any unfamiliar character. The chief happened to be a close friend of Lia's, however, and when she insisted that that the child stay with her rather than go to the police department, there were no objections.

It was only after the police had left that she un-swaddled the child from it's blanket, and discovered that the child was holding a string of beads. After this discovery, she noticed the smell of the child's diaper, and set off to find something to take it's place. During the process of changing the child's diaper, she discovered that the child was in fact a male. Throughout the night she cared for him, and for the next week in which her friends searched for the mother.

Two weeks later the final patrol of the night happened across an expired foreign female, which was soon revealed to be the mother of the baby staying with Lia. She has just recently fled from a violent town many hours away, and was determined to have passed away due to a combination of physical trauma from childbirth and abuse.

When Ophelia was informed, she was incredibly distraught. The poor child did not have a mother any longer, and the father was unknown. The child would have to be returned to the city it which he had been born, and would be introduced to the violence and corruption of the city his mother had fled from. Motherly instincts taking over, Lia inquired as to adopting the child. Her police friends promised to look into it, and requested she take care of him while they did so.

Some days later, the police informed Lia that the child had no record whatsoever in the town he had been assumed to have been born in. And none of the neighboring cities had a record of him, either. And so he would become a ward of the state, and could therefor be adopted, as there was no one to claim him. Without even needing to think about it, Lia requested the adoption papers, and within a day, had a son whom she named Salazar.

Art of Pup:

Will include tomorrow morning (the 13th)

Other:

I apologize for the general lack of information. I'm sure you want to see a lot more. But, I don't want to get attached to him if I can't adopt him. I assure you, however, I am very serious about adopting him. I would absolutely love to include him in my family.

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I was going to do more art but my tablet pen has disappeared. I do have a traditional piece. If there is enough time I will upload it. My phone wasn't working to take a picture, otherwise I would have uploaded it before. Thanks so much for this wonderful opportunity. Great job on all of the pups, Syra.

My username is Iron Man.




The pup I am interested in is pup number one. When I first saw this thread, when no pups were being adopted out, I was certain number one would be taken. Of course she would. She was gorgeous. But I kept checking my bookmarks anyway, 'cause I still had hope. Then I saw the title had changed, and there were some up for adoption. So I looked around to see what pups had been claimed, and I was delighted when number one was free. Obviously I didn't think the fact that she was available meant I would get her, but now I had a chance. So here I am, typing up my form, determined to do the best I can.




Why I want her? There is no reason not to want her. Her lovely pelt colours are beautiful, as is her owl mask. And she has a mane! I only noticed it just now, as her wings covered most of it. The tapier-looking markings on her back are very attractive, as are her feathery wings. I love how her ears are curved, like a hyena, rather than straight, like an ordinary wolf. Her overall colour scheme is very eye-catching and pretty. And her accessories, they fit her perfectly. They tie into her look easily, which isn't something I see daily. She's very unique, and to me she looks autumn-y.




If I were to get number one, I would do almost everything you can do with a character. I'd draw her often, alone and with other characters. She'd get lots of art from me and I'd order plenty, too. I love ordering and drawing art of my lovelies. I would like to find her a mate to draw her with, and breeding would be a plus too. Having pups of her own would be ideal. Maybe one day I could colour this lineart with her as the mother this time, looking fondly upon her offspring. I would spend a lot of time choosing the perfect mate that would look good with her and produce wonderful pups which could be adopted out to new, loving homes, much like this litter will be. She wouldn't be roleplayed, as I explained in my other form. I don't like roleplaying my characters.




I'd name her Gylfie. This was the name of one of the owls from the Guardians of Ga'Hoole. She was a tiny Elf Owl, and I love this name for her because the owl mask number one wears reminded me of these brilliant books and the epic movie. As I didn't want a common name for her, I chose Gylfie because it is unusual and interesting, with an owly connection.




Female, of course.




Normally easygoing.
In general, Gylfie is a laid back wolf. She's quite calm and collected. Her nature is quite cheerful, though of course she has her bad days. Usually she'll just go along with whatever's happening, unless it upsets or angers her. She likes to help others and enjoys tutoring others in various fields. If there's a confrontation, Gylfie will normally back down if she likes or respects who she's dealing with. But if she doesn't like who she's arguing with, Gylfie is ferocious.

Bold.
Gylfie knows no such thing as being shy. She is very strong-willed and confident. Her brain fires out the first thing that comes into her mind, even if it might be a bit roguish. There is no way she would let herself be cowed or brought down- by anything. The flames of her defiance burn too brightly for that. Gylfie is always game for a challenge. She enjoys proving herself to others and earning herself respect for her strength.

Protective.
Gylfie is extremely protective of her friends and family. She will not put up with others being cruel about them. In fact, she'll fiercely stand up for them. When her friends are hurt(both physically and emotionally), she is furious, as she does her best to shield them from harm and insults. Gylfie is drawn to those who are weak and defenseless. She feels a strong need to help them, and make sure they don't feel bad because of some idiotic bully. She encourages everyone to be unique and wild. "Be yourself. If you don't care what people say, they can't hurt you.

Creative.
Yes, Gylfie is quite an artistic fae. One of her favourite things to do is invent things. Useful things, amusing things, nothing's opted out of. She normally just fiddles about with stuff until she thinks it's classed as an invention. Naturally sometimes these things backfire, and cause a mess and possibly some chaos. But she tries to stick to safe, helpful inventions which won't suddenly explode.

Spontaneous.
She often jumps the gun and makes snap decisions, which don't always have a good outcome. This can lead to trouble, and arguments with others. It's her flashy personality; she's outgoing and confident, so it's no problem speaking her mind. Sometimes Gylfie will decide she wants to go on a random adventure, or try out something dangerous. Being random comes naturally to this fae.

Inquisitive.
Gylfie is a curious wolf. She's very interested in the world around her. This is one of her more dominant traits. Even small things can catch Gylfie's interest. From the smallest beetle to the tallest mountain, all things inspire Gylfie. Hopefully this natural curiosity won't kill her, much like it did the cat.

Spirited.
She likes to run free and wild, choosing her own path in life. Being bossed around isn't something she will put up with, at any time. Also, she's a hoppity fae, constantly on the move and experimenting with new ideas. It's difficult for her to sit still, unless she is very interested in whatever she happens to be doing.




Gylfie was abruptly woken up by the muzzle of her friend Cyrone shoving at her ribs. She groaned in protest and rolled onto her side, facing away from him as she buried her face into her paws. "Get up!" Cyrone hissed, nipping her ears. Gylfie blinked unwillingly, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Cyrone was always on the alert. He was paranoid. He and Gylfie lived in the forest, keeping an eye out for each other. "Something's coming," he continued. "I'm not sure what is is exactly, but it is some sort of machine!"
Leaping to her feet, Gylfie swung her head round. "Where?" She asked swiftly, waking up fully.
Cyrone jerked his head. "It's coming from the south."
Gylfie broke into a run, heading towards the mysterious machine.
"What are you doing, trying to get us killed?" Cyrone snarled. He followed her at a distance.
"I want to see." Her voice was firm and defiant. She continued, her ears picking up a clunking, crashing, whirring sound. As she gathered speed, the noise grew closer, until suddenly from the left a monstrous machine burst through the thicket of trees. The two wolves flinched, swerving round. As if alive, the machine pursued them, the metal arms snaking out to try and catch its prey. Gylfie yelped as one lashed across her rump. "Okay, we should have just run!" She yelled.
Cyrone spared her a furious glance, then galloped on, his lithe body weaving between the trees with ease. He was pulling ahead of his companion now.
Gylfie hurried to match his pace. Her slightly stockier build made her run powerful, but she had less stamina.
Still the machine snapped at their heels, inflicting scratches on the wolves. They tore on, their hearts pounding like the wings of a hummingbird.
"What can we do?" Gylfie's voice was breathless.
"Circle round and flee." Cyrone answered, equally tired. Even his endurance was being put to the test. The unplanned run was taking its toll on his muscles, and they were protesting against the sudden exercise.
Gylfie nodded. "One, two, three!" She called.
Cyrone went left, Gylfie right. They heard the machine chuntering as it struggled to keep up with the cutting move. As they had practiced as pups, they met behind the huge predator and didn't lose stride, carrying on with flawless precision. This new move gave them a head start, and they didn't waste the chance. But the machine was fast. It caught up quickly, alarming the friends as they bolted. Just as they passed a wall of hanging ivy, they were snapped up by the scruff of their necks. Quickly, they were yanked back, breaking through the wall of ivy and tumbled into a hidden cave. They jumped to their feet, expecting to be attacked. But the sight that greeted them was different. A solid black bear stood before them, his dark eyes glinting.
"Welcome to safety." He rumbled.
Cyrone puffed himself up. "Who are you?"
"My name is Lore." The bear replied steadily.
"My name's Gylfie, and this is my friend Cyrone." Gylfie stepped forwards. "Thank you for saving us." She said gratefully. "What were we running from, exactly?"
Lore sat down and stared at them. "You mean the Akhrilliates?"
Cyrone muttered the word under his breath, the syllables having trouble rolling off his tongue. "Where do they come from?" He asked. "It is unknown." Lore stood and paced around the cave as they heard the Akhrilliate pass by, beeping and clanking. "But they have come in hundreds. Killings occur almost daily. Whatever these things are, they're brutal. No mercy is granted. And word is more are coming. This time there are thousands."
The rescued creatures both looked anxious and tense.
"So we can't live in the forest any more?" Gylfie looked dismayed.
Lore released a low growl. "You can't live anywhere any more. The only way is to venture to the Sanctuary." He put heavy emphasis on the word.
Cyrone's ears perked up. "What's that? Is it in another forest?" He asked hopefully.
"No. Nobody knows where it is. That's the problem. As far as anybody's concerned, the Sanctuary is a myth. This is your Quest. The quest of your life which gives your existence meaning." His words were slow and deliberate, holding power.
"Is it the only option?" Cyrone asked, unwilling to leave safety.
"Yes. If you want to live, that is."
"We need to do something. You may not have a family, but I do." Gylfie said heatedly. "I don't want them hurt."
Cyrone gave in. He didn't have a ton of friends, and he treasured the ones he did. "I'll come." He said.
Lore nodded, as if he'd expected them to agree all along. "Then go north. After you have travelled many miles, you will encounter a part of the forest in which all the trees are a shimmering silver. In the center of this part of the forest, there will be a badger, with a pelt encrusted with sapphires. Talk to her. She will show you the way."
After Lore had blessed them, the two set off. They were on their way to complete their Quest.

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Sorry. I know it's short. I lost track of time and it took me ages to think of a good plot. Will be continued if I win her.




Only had time to do one. But it's cute :3




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♋ As an anthro or human... ♋
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Favourite Hobby
Well, this little lass is quite unusual. When she's an anthro, she loves piloting planes. Her favourite kind of flying is acrobatics. She loves the exhilarating feeling of doing loops and impossibly graceful maneuvers in the sky. In fact, she owns a plane. A Slingsby T-67 Firefly, which is a pale blue colour, with splashes of darker blue. It was bought slightly damaged, so Gylfie put a lot of effort into finding new parts to repair the plane with. Now she treasures it, and flies it often. She can also repair planes quite easily, after being around them so often.

Current Occupation
As said, Gylfie is a pilot. She occasionally will agree to teach someone else the basics of piloting though.

Favourite Animal
Apart from owls, Gylfie thinks the northern hairy nosed wombat is adorable.

Favourite Song
She's a fan of Biffy Clyro. She likes all of their songs, but her favourite is Many of Horror, the original.

Favourite Colour
Silver.

Favourite Food
Passion fruit.

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Physical Quirks
There's nothing odd about Gylfie's physical movement. Unless you count that she has longer than usual steps.


Hair Colour
Gylfie would have beautiful golden locks, the colour of wet sand.

Height
5' 5"

Weight
160 pounds

Skin Colour
Gylfie would have sunkissed skin.

Scars & Tattoos
None.

Accessories
Her symbolic owl mask, with blue feathers, her three layered spirit necklace and pretty braces on her hind legs.

Voice Pitch
Alto. It's soothing and melodic.

Accent
Gylfie has an Irish accent. Wicked, right? She has a singsong voice, which is a pleasure to hear, and it isn't too strong.

Gait
Gylfie almost dances everywhere. She's graceful, and light-footed.

Style of Clothes
Gylfie wears floaty dresses, usually in a pale colour. They are snug down to her waist, then loose down to her knees. Normally she wears leggings or tights underneath, unless it is summer, in which case she'll be bare-legged. On her feet, she wears sandals or other strappy shoes. Sometimes she wears black skinny jeans, with black or red All Star high-topped Converse, and on top she'll wear a bat winged shirt. As a jacket, she wears light jackets in summer and in the other three seasons, she wears a brown leather jacket with a soft grey cotton lining and a hood. Actually, Gylfie is a big admirer of Converse All Stars. She has a large collection. I'll be showing off a few of them in the art section.

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Strongest trait
Patience

Worst trait
Sometimes Gylfie doesn't think. She just goes.

Notable skills
Gylfie is excellent at flying planes, and she is quite handy with a bow and arrow.

Any pets that she might have?
Yes. In anthro form, she has a pet fennec fox, named Fawkes. He's a cheeky little thing, but Gylfie trusts and adores him. He is quite small, even for a fennec.

Belief
Gylfie is a firm believer of the big bang theory. She's very logical about it.

How Gylfie reacts...

To fear.
Gylfie is quite a calm and collected fae. She tries to think logically.

To happiness.
She's extra friendly and sociable.

To insults.
Gylfie responds instantly, with a witty comeback.

To surprises.
She reacts like anyone else would. She acts... er, surprised.

To attacks.
As with insults, Gylfie swiftly fights back savagely.

To romantic advances.
She is very flirtatious and charming. If she isn't interested, she'll be blunt.

To bad news.
Gylfie is quieter than usual.

To sad news.
She grieves quietly, when nobody is watching.

To being refused.
Gylfie doesn't like being refused, but she deals with it.

To seeing something to make her jealous.
Gylfie plans her revenge.

To hunger.
She's quite snappy on an empty stomach.

To social rejection.
Gylfie mostly gives evil eyes to whoever is rejecting her.

To being abandoned.
She despises people who abandon others.

Ѽ Strengths Ѽ
ѻ Patience
ѻ She's very fleet-footed
ѻ Her calmness
ѻ Her humour
ѻ Gentleness
ѻ Stamina
ѻ Determination
ѻ She has a logic mind
ѻ Is good at debating things
ѻ She tries to protect the innocent.

ⱷ Weaknesses ⱷ
ᴤ Stubbornness
ᴤ How spontaneous she is
ᴤ When she's angry, she's really angry, sort of like the Hulk
ᴤ She's easy to aggravate
ᴤ Gylfie makes rash decisions
ᴤ She rushes sometimes and misses important details
ᴤ Frustrated too easily
ᴤ She can sometimes be bribed.

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- now that the other compeition is going through judging i can focus on this one <3 -

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Friendly bump c:

[Vespur]

Bookmarking for maybe my forum of number four.

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- Bumpers! I am now working on my form <33 -

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- Hey Syra, if you want i an probley help out and make some refferances Of the pups for poeple? .3. -

[Syra]

If you'd like to feel free though some people have already made up the unseen parts since I told them they could ^-^

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- Okay (: If thats the case then I will just have to look at some of their versions <3 thank you Syra <3 -

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I'll start working on my form again now ^^