[Syra]

Username: horse lover 114
Pup I Want: #2
Why I want this Pup:I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her, I love her accessiesories and her coloring and the way she looks, she fit's me well and my personality.
What I'll do with the Pup: I will use her as a chacter around chicken smoothie
Name of Pup: Spyrill
Gender of Pup: Femlae
Personality: Wip
Story: Wip
Art of Pup: Wip
Other: None

2 is not up for adoption, he is Rakkun's

Sorry I didn't catch this any sooner =_=' So tired lately.

The front page is updated!

[Ashenjay]

Username:
Ashenjoy

Pup I Want:
Pup number 3
The blue-shirt gypsy <3

Name of Pup:
Syeria [Gypsy name for 'princess']

Gender of Pup:
Female, as her name suggests.

-Her B-Day;; September 26th
-Blood Type;; AB+

Why I want this Pup:
I had an eye on this litter for quite a while now, but I have bookmarked the old version x3 Then, by chance, I came in and ta-da! Open for adoption! I scanned the pups excitedly--at first, number 4 looked beautiful and natural-but then I saw three. She's perfect-natural brown markings, an unnatural, amazingly aquatic clothing. Since I'm currently interested in gypsies, I was drawn to her bangles, description, and her...for herself. I could immediately imagine a hundred things I can do with her.
Yup, she raises my muse C:

Theme song: Hijo De La Luna
Tonto el que no entienda
cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana
conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía
al llegar el día
desposar un calé
tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena
pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a él
que quien su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer

estribillo

Luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
qué pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel
Hijo de la Luna

De padre canela nació un niño
blanco como el lomo de un armiño
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna
niño albino de luna
maldita su estampa
este hijo es de un payo
y yo no me lo cayo

estribillo

Gitano al creerse deshonrado
se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
¿de quién es el hijo?
me has engañao fijo
y de muerte la hirió
luego se hizo al monte
con el niño en brazos
y allí le abandonó

estribillo

Y en las noches que haya luna llena
será porque el niño esté de buenas
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna

English Translation

A fool is he who doesn't understand
a legend tells
that a gypsy woman
implored the moon
weeping, she begged till dawn
to marry a gypsy man
"you'll have your brown-skin man"
spoke the full moon from the sky
"but in retun I want the
the first child
that you have with him,"
one who sacrifices her child
in order not to be alone
is not going
to love it very much

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

From a cinnamon-skinned father a son
was born
white like an ermine's belly
with gray eyes
instead of olive,
moon's albino son
"Dam his appearence!
This is not a gypsy man's son
and you won't get away with this"

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

the qypsy believing himself dishonored
went to his wife, knife in hand
"Whose son in this?
I am sure yu have decieved me!"
and he stabbed her to death
then he went to the mountain
with the child in his arms
and abandoned it there

Moon you want to be mother
and you can't find a love
who makes you a woman.
Tell me, moon of silver
what you intend to do
with a child of flesh
ahhh, ahhh
Son of the Moon

And on nights when the moon is full
it's because the child is happy
and if the child cries
the moon will wane
to make him a cradle
and if the child cries
the moon will wane to make him a cradle
-From Lyrics-Top.com]

What I'll do with the Pup:
I will list them out:
1. Art
-How can I not make art for this lovely puppy?
2. Stories
-Woos, histories/stories of other charries-she'll appear everywhere~
3. Charrie Page
-She'll get a large post there!! [/quote]

Personality:
Free-willed.
Outgoing.
Artistic.

Those are the traits she has in her-like a gypsy. She is 'cool'; 'go with the flow' kind of puppy. Even if there is a problem she never gives in and does her best to fix it. If it can't-oh well, she continues with her life.
She also has a very outgoing personaility. She doesn't fear to talk to strangers, and in a bubbly, excited way. She'scomfortable with almost anyone and is the opposite of 'shy'.
Finally, she is an aesthete, at times, as well as being artistic herself.f She sings well, and can be inspired by something to make up a beautiful poem in a jiffy.

Confused
Shallow
Nonchalant

These are her bad traits- because she is always accepting everything new, everything interested, she sometimes gets messed up with all those special things. She is a confused young pup; she doesn't exactly know...who she is exactly. Perhaps, she is accepting too much that she has lost herself in the world of others.
Also, because of her 'go with the flow' attitude, she never thinks deeply enough to understand big problems and tragedies, or the depth of culture; she's always moving on without staying too much on the previosu, which means she knows much, but only with shallow amounts of knowledge.
Finally her nonchalant attitude can lead up to her being indifferent- yeah, she cares, but it may not seem like much. 'It's okay. Something will happen, right?' this kind of optimistc comment may sound nonchalant and careless.


Story:
Syeria, though her name meant 'princess', is far from an actual princess.
She was a gypsy fromr birth, and it suited her naturally, and perfectly. She loved her culture, her friends--everything, starting from freedom up to beautiful silver bangles. She loved to travel, but unfortunately she was seperated from her family and friends when she was only five months old.
It happened during a storm.
She had fought with her older brother; he was only three minutes older, in fact, but he was being ridiculously bossy. Because of her yet immature mind, Syeria thought it was the worst thing in the world.
"Don't order me around. I know what to do," she snapped at him.
Her brother flicked his tail sneeringly.
"No you don't. I'll take care of you, little baby sister."
Enraged, Syeria glared at him, her glowering, flamelit eyes so fierce that her brother flicked his ears in uneasiness.
"Syeria, wait-"
"Be quiet. I don't need to listen to YOU."
With that, Syeria had stormed off into the forest, though she didn't know where she was going. Her judgments were clouded by her childish anger.
Then she heard the storm; a thunderstorm, as angry as she was. Lightning crackled, and thunders boomed. Syeria whimpered nad stared up fearfully at the dark, murky cloudy sky. She had to find shelter; fast. She should return to her family.
Wait.
She was....
she was...
LOST.
"Wait, no, I CAN'T be lost," she mubled to herself. "I can't."
She urgently searched for her family, but her hopes were useless.
__________
She was awake all night, shuddering at this...this nightmare. It couldn't be true. As time passed, though, she began to accept that fact.
She heavily walked through the rain and the forest, because...she had to go on living, right? And being all grumpy and grieving was not a good idea.
On her way she scented gypsies. She raised her tail in hope. Perhaps, it was her pack.
"Mother? Father?" she yipped happily, her tali waggning furiously now. She ran through the bushes to see--
Humans.
She gasped and halted immediatley; in front were a group of HUMAN gypsies. They had similar clothing to dear Syeria's, with colorful bangles, cloths, and a free, carefree atmosphere about them. Syeria sniffed; she was reminded of her family and tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Mom, dad..."
The gypsies were humans, but she didn't care. They were gypsies. She knew them. She knew that they were free, helpful, and nonchalant to even big problems, and she knew they would treat her well.
Driven by hunger she walked towrads one gypsy, whimpering.
"Hello," she whispered. "I'm Syeria. I'm lost. And hungry."
She waited for response
--
The gypsy blinked in surprise; and then, with a gentle smile, lifted up Syeria. Syeria sighed in relaxation. 'Now I'm home. A new home. The world isn't over after all.' she thought with a small smile on her tired, young lips.

Art of Pup: (Optional)


-> linearts are by SkullDogAdopts

-> Totally by me <3

->Yup, 100% by me~

-> Stupid Tinypic. Took me 5 minutes to upload it XC
Thought I'd try Oekaki C: Don't forget to click this!!!

A ref. I made it so that it would be convenient when ordering art, etc C:I don't know what's wrong with her eyes... OTL

Other: (Optional)
OH MY GOSH She's beautiful! the whole thing is a W.I.P

[Loka]

- You can remove me form I have no chance at winning.....

[Green Arrow]

This ends tomorrow evening, doesn't it? I've lost track of time, I still have the story and a bit of her personality to go. I'm dead on my feet just now, so I'm hoping this will end in the evening instead of the morning so I have time X3

[Syra]

I won't be able to do any judging this weekend and in fact won't even be able to close it on time, so until it is officially closed for adopting, you can keep editting

[Tisha-Nick]

I Ordered Art for her, And None has come in...I have lots to do so I cant finish soon

[Green Arrow]

Oh, good. My phone's charger has disappeared, so I can't upload the traditional stuff. I will be able to with this extra time. Any idea how long it is? :3

[Syra]

Just until tomorrow night when I have good internet access again ^-^

[SukarettoYanagi]

syra, can I judge pup #4?

[wildly-unaware]

Just until tomorrow night when I have good internet access again ^-^

Phew! I should be able to get a good story in by then! And hopefully upload my art! ^^