Which pup do you want?:
Satin Pup, number 3
What would you name it?:
Satin
I think Satin would be a pretty good name. xD
What would its gender be?:
Female
Why do you want it?:
I want her because I just love the huge bowtie on her neck. Gray is one of my favourite colours, and white is too. I love white and gray together, and she fitted that perfectly. I think she is magnificent, just like all the other GA's you've adopted out. xD
History/background/other:
History
Satin's story was like your everyday, typical boy who cried wolf - with one exception. She was a wolf. The wolf who cried "Hunter".
Satin had been pampered ever since she was a young pup. The other pups around her were treated the same as her, but she felt that she was special. She had a gift no other pup had. She could speak fluent human. With this gift, she was relied on by her packmates. She was to warn them whenever it was the hunting season so the pack could escape. They would have remembered the seasons themselves, but the humans tended to change them every so often. They praised her and raised her like a beta.
She was a year old by now. She had played many pranks on her packmates, yelling that the humans were here to kill them all. They'd all panic, run to the alpha rock and count heads. Then they'd ask her how far they were and she'd roll on the grass, laughing. They'd groan and ignore her for the rest of the day.
On one particular day, she was out and chasing a butterfly. All of a sudden, she heard a rustle in the bushes. She stared hard at the bushes, then sniffed the air. There were humans! She raced the long way towards the camp for fear they might follow her, then jumped right into the middle of the dens.
"Hunters!" she yelled in wolf. The wolves in their dens groaned. She gasped, knowing they didn't believe her anymore. Satin looked around, panicking. She ran to her parents' den and nudged her mom. "Mom!" she sort-of yelled. Her mom groaned in protest, but looked at her with sleepy eyes.
"What?"
"They're here!" she looked out the den, hoping the humans hadn't found this place yet.
"Enough with the jokes," her mom grumbled. Her mom rolled over and continued snoozing.
Satin growled, then walked out the den. She couldn't help them. She raced from her mother's side and out into the bushes. She ran far away from the dens and yelled in human, "Help!"
She quickly bounded away from that area and watched from a bush. The hunters came thunderings, not noticing the huge bow that stuck out from her bush. The men looked about, missing the bow each time, which she thought was odd. Finally, they ran past and one stayed behind.
"I was sure the voice was here," he muttered, looking into the bush she was in when she had yelled. Satin grumbled, then ambushed the man from her bush and bit into his neck. He screamed and shook her. He reached towards his gun, and she gasped. She used her weight to push him to the ground, then ripped at his neck. After a few moments, he stopped struggling and she sighed. Then she heard the gun shots. Satin panicked and stared at the direction. The dens! She raced her way there, dodging the trees and jumping over bushes.
Finally, she got to the last bush that separated her from the pack. She jumped over it and gasped at the sight. Her eyes teared up and her throat was blocked - or so she felt. She saw the alpha, slowly breathing, a gun shot through his stomach. She stared at the horrofic sight until she saw her family. Her mother, sister and brother were killed. She sobbed softly.
Suddenly, the bushes rustled. She gasped then turned, baring her fangs.
"Who is it?" she growled in wolf, then translated it to human. A human stepped through the bush. A hunter. Her face softened, and she backed quickly away. The hunter smiled and she looked at him puzzled. She looked him head to toe, and realised he was stick skinny and as harmless as a leaf. His knees were buckled and he looked like he was cut from paper. He couldn't be a hunter. All of a sudden, a strong wind blew, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, the skinny man was gone and a short, probably 8-year-old kid took his place.
"Hi," he grinned, "I'm Zebulon."
Personality
Satin is playful and can be a bit annoying - maybe a lot. She loves her pack and can be very protective over it. Satin would do anything for her pack, except some things. She is very helpful. Satin hates humans, especially the other species of humans known as hunters. They were always killing wolves from territories nearby and made them all live in fear, including her. Satin wouldn't seem like the sort who can be serious, but she is, although she's not totally calm, or collected. Apart from all that, she can be a bit... bonkers when her bow is taken off.
Art

Lines by SpontaneousPanda, colouring by me

Lines by albinoBroccoli, colouring by me
What do you plan on doing with it?:
I plan to use her as my fursona and Jupiter's friend. She will also be my character, and I will love her to bits. :3 She will live in my thread and be a new addition to my fursona's pack and family. I love adding new charries to my fursona's pack. It just somehow... made Kairin look less lonely, perhaps?
Also, I would like to use her as a companion for my 8-year-old wizard, Zebulon. Zebby would probably be a loner if I don't get him a companion. xD Well, he does have Kairin and my persona, and his foster dad to accompany him though. :3
Have you adopted from us before?:
Yes. I just won Jupiter, and I'm really excited to see whether I could win Satin to be her friend too. I think I'm going to be stalking GAC from now on. xD
Satin Pup, number 3
What would you name it?:
Satin
I think Satin would be a pretty good name. xD
What would its gender be?:
Female
Why do you want it?:
I want her because I just love the huge bowtie on her neck. Gray is one of my favourite colours, and white is too. I love white and gray together, and she fitted that perfectly. I think she is magnificent, just like all the other GA's you've adopted out. xD
History/background/other:
History
Satin's story was like your everyday, typical boy who cried wolf - with one exception. She was a wolf. The wolf who cried "Hunter".
Satin had been pampered ever since she was a young pup. The other pups around her were treated the same as her, but she felt that she was special. She had a gift no other pup had. She could speak fluent human. With this gift, she was relied on by her packmates. She was to warn them whenever it was the hunting season so the pack could escape. They would have remembered the seasons themselves, but the humans tended to change them every so often. They praised her and raised her like a beta.
She was a year old by now. She had played many pranks on her packmates, yelling that the humans were here to kill them all. They'd all panic, run to the alpha rock and count heads. Then they'd ask her how far they were and she'd roll on the grass, laughing. They'd groan and ignore her for the rest of the day.
On one particular day, she was out and chasing a butterfly. All of a sudden, she heard a rustle in the bushes. She stared hard at the bushes, then sniffed the air. There were humans! She raced the long way towards the camp for fear they might follow her, then jumped right into the middle of the dens.
"Hunters!" she yelled in wolf. The wolves in their dens groaned. She gasped, knowing they didn't believe her anymore. Satin looked around, panicking. She ran to her parents' den and nudged her mom. "Mom!" she sort-of yelled. Her mom groaned in protest, but looked at her with sleepy eyes.
"What?"
"They're here!" she looked out the den, hoping the humans hadn't found this place yet.
"Enough with the jokes," her mom grumbled. Her mom rolled over and continued snoozing.
Satin growled, then walked out the den. She couldn't help them. She raced from her mother's side and out into the bushes. She ran far away from the dens and yelled in human, "Help!"
She quickly bounded away from that area and watched from a bush. The hunters came thunderings, not noticing the huge bow that stuck out from her bush. The men looked about, missing the bow each time, which she thought was odd. Finally, they ran past and one stayed behind.
"I was sure the voice was here," he muttered, looking into the bush she was in when she had yelled. Satin grumbled, then ambushed the man from her bush and bit into his neck. He screamed and shook her. He reached towards his gun, and she gasped. She used her weight to push him to the ground, then ripped at his neck. After a few moments, he stopped struggling and she sighed. Then she heard the gun shots. Satin panicked and stared at the direction. The dens! She raced her way there, dodging the trees and jumping over bushes.
Finally, she got to the last bush that separated her from the pack. She jumped over it and gasped at the sight. Her eyes teared up and her throat was blocked - or so she felt. She saw the alpha, slowly breathing, a gun shot through his stomach. She stared at the horrofic sight until she saw her family. Her mother, sister and brother were killed. She sobbed softly.
Suddenly, the bushes rustled. She gasped then turned, baring her fangs.
"Who is it?" she growled in wolf, then translated it to human. A human stepped through the bush. A hunter. Her face softened, and she backed quickly away. The hunter smiled and she looked at him puzzled. She looked him head to toe, and realised he was stick skinny and as harmless as a leaf. His knees were buckled and he looked like he was cut from paper. He couldn't be a hunter. All of a sudden, a strong wind blew, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, the skinny man was gone and a short, probably 8-year-old kid took his place.
"Hi," he grinned, "I'm Zebulon."
Personality
Satin is playful and can be a bit annoying - maybe a lot. She loves her pack and can be very protective over it. Satin would do anything for her pack, except some things. She is very helpful. Satin hates humans, especially the other species of humans known as hunters. They were always killing wolves from territories nearby and made them all live in fear, including her. Satin wouldn't seem like the sort who can be serious, but she is, although she's not totally calm, or collected. Apart from all that, she can be a bit... bonkers when her bow is taken off.
Art
Lines by SpontaneousPanda, colouring by me
Lines by albinoBroccoli, colouring by me
What do you plan on doing with it?:
I plan to use her as my fursona and Jupiter's friend. She will also be my character, and I will love her to bits. :3 She will live in my thread and be a new addition to my fursona's pack and family. I love adding new charries to my fursona's pack. It just somehow... made Kairin look less lonely, perhaps?
Also, I would like to use her as a companion for my 8-year-old wizard, Zebulon. Zebby would probably be a loner if I don't get him a companion. xD Well, he does have Kairin and my persona, and his foster dad to accompany him though. :3
Have you adopted from us before?:
Yes. I just won Jupiter, and I'm really excited to see whether I could win Satin to be her friend too. I think I'm going to be stalking GAC from now on. xD




























