SGS&U Adoption Center Fan Club! :D

[grisly bear]

Mine was Kameo. x3 I have about 30-40 pieces fo ar tof her, my favorites being these:

[nivvin]

Kameo was adopted from SGS&U? O.o I'll have to check out donations more XD I might find something cool.

[Skylarr.]

yes she was. ^-^
sometimes i come to tears at how well some people take so good of care of their characters. (slyfan09..ellis)
and to think that it had been a fifty post-10 donations back then ^^"
ugh, i love you guys. <3

[grisly bear]

I have a question.

What was the last pet you adopted from The SGS&U Adoption Center? And, your favorite piece of art of it? AND, te winning story?
Mine was Dar'Seth'Mar, a corrupted gloom anthro. x3
Design:

Art piece:
THIS LINK CONTAINS GORE
Story:

My lips curl as I watch the tiny pack. They would abandon me, no banish me, for hopes of a happier life. I've been follwoing them, ruining their lfie slowly. They say I'm a curse. I disagree.

I'm a blessing.

I pad through the dark tree's silently, watching the worried wolf pack the whole time. I see my Mother, a scared expression on her face. Serves the beast right. A deep scar goes ove rone of her eyes, from when we fought. That was the night when I went into the other relam. When I became a thing to be feared. When I became a nightmare.

Everyone is jsut envious of my Power...

I remember that night perfectly, as I do every other night since then. But that one is so clear.. the pain. .but the reward was amazing. Pain for power. It's a good deal. Only cowards wouldn't accept it, like my old siblings. My lips curl into a cruel grin as I remember the whelps expressions. Ah, the Life Essence they fed me though, that was amazing. They were so full of life, when I was accepting the Powers, and the pain, and dying.They allowed me to live.

But what kind of life do I live?

I kill for a living, it cna be considered a bad life to many. Ecspecialy that annoying voice in the back of my head, that's constantly disagreeing with my being. I've done plenty to get rid of it, but it always stays. Worse then a leech, as you cna get rid of those. Yes, constantly disagreeing with me. I guess that's the little goodness I have left in me, eh?

A bad one.

I come back to reality at this comment, and notice the traitors are gone. My muzzle warps into a snarl as my eyes pierce the land, looking for the cowards. This always happen. I constantly get carried away with my thoughts. It'll be the death of me.

But it will save others.

My left ear twitches in irritation at the voice. Sometimes it agrees, sometimes it doesn't. I brace myself for the jump down the cliffs. I'm going to have to follow their scent, and they'll probably veer away from the cliff. I jump down nimbly, landing on a jagging out piece of rock. Leaping from rock to rock, I soon get down on the ground.

Gross.

The voice is right. As mud squishes through my paws, I can't help but scowl more. Sucking it up, I continue on my way. I stick my nose to the ground, though there's no need to. It will just freak them out all the more, to see me muddy. Running swiftly, I follow their scent. There will be justice.

Swift justice? No, knowing you're warped mind it will be slow and painful.

I soon spot a weak-looking she-wolf. Red alerts instantly go off in my mind, seeing her this way. Half-starved, and angry-looking. The last living wretch from this year's litter is whimpering under her, looking beat. My Father is eyeing me cautiously, clearly scared. Who wouldn't be? They don't know my weakness. I look into the broken eyes of Mikali and Daynalee, and feel a pang of sympathy.

I know my weakness now.

But.. I can't show it. No, I must kill my weakness. Make it feel pain, make it see the world through clear eyes. Letting out what sounds like a roar, I jump on Daynalee, clawing at her. I manage to do a could cut on her eye, perhaps even blinding her. I quickly hop off as she begins attacking back, aiming for Mikali.

This is a bad idea...

I ignore the voice, swiping at Mikali. I just get his shoulder, barely piercing the skin. I'm about to go in again when something hits me, hard. I feel a burning sensation, stronger then the pain the traitors can inflict. I see what looks like a wolf, but with a human body. Actually, it even looks like me... But with a blind eye, hair, a few odd markings, and a scratch..?

I told you it was a bad idea.

The thing says this, but it sounds like my minds voice does. I blink, looking at her oddly.

Then it goes dark.
~~~~~

I'm in a different realm. It's like the demon realm I went to during my Awakening. I look around the dark and gloomy place carefully, it's different though. A different area... Almost, more spiritual? When I went.. It was basically being in fire and guts. But this time...

You're a fool...

I stop looking at the large cavernous ceiling, and turn my head. What I see surprises me. It's a female.. that looks like me. She has the same slightly red eyes, and her pelt color and markings are the same. .well nearly. She has a marking like a spiderweb, and is blind in one eye... She also has a cut? And she's very... skinny.

You had such a good life ahead of you.. And just wasted it... I guess many to succumb to the power, though. But, with that, most die.

She looks at me oddly, then it hits me. She's the voice in my head. I get up, looking at her wildly. I open my mouth, but no words come out. It's not some magic or anything.. It's just fear and confusion... I haven't felt these emotions for such a long while.. it seems nearly new. I finally manage to speak.

You're.. me?

The female just smiles at me a bit.. It's a bit scary. How this female manages to unnerve me so. She's like.. another part of me. Does that mean I'm not fully male? Were these questions and conversations I had with myself.. with this female? I look up at her cautiously. She does look like me, I guess.

I'm just you're Watcher.

She seems amused, and looks at me with her big red eyes. It's as if she thinks I'm supposed to understand this realm. I only know that this is the only place I'm somewhat calm, and where I Awakened.

A Watcher... Is the part of you that comes alive when you Awaken. To keep you in check. I'm afraid you've been doing bad.. And must be dealt with.

I begin feeling a bit more uneasy when she says that, and my eyes dart to the exit. I take in a breath, and go to the exit. Only to feel excruciating pain when I try to. I soon notice I'm not even moving. I look at the female worriedly, and she has a gleam to her eyes that makes me want to shudder. I then look at the large pot of water beside the fire, and back at her. Maybe I can do osmething with that?

Well, something must be done about you.. Something to fix you... I know, I'll make you like me!

My body is suddenly filled with a searing hot pain. I can feel my bones cracking and melding, my muscles being formned in different ways. My eyes roll back, and for a few seocnds I think I' mgoing to die, or atleast passs out. This hurts more then the Awakening.

Suddenly, all is well. I still ache slightly, but it's better. I look up at what I've deicded to call Thoughts weakly, my head pounding. I get up, and, looknig at my paws, I quickly notice that they aren't.. paws. My front legs are beding oddly, and seem more like human arms then anything.

Letting out a loud breath, I pull myself up on the large pot of water beside the fire, my arms shaky. When I loo kinto the water, what I see makes me shriek.

I have hair.. one of ym eyes look blind, and I'm not a full wolf! I turn around and look at Thoughts, my motuh gaping open. How could she do this to me? A low growl builds i nmy throat as I glare at the female.

Until you are fixed, you will be like this. Cursed, in a world with none like you. Until you find someone who you can love, and care for, you wil lbe a mutant. Broken Glass amrkings, for you are broken. Always starved-looking, for you starved others. And the permemnant wounds you inflicted on your old pack, are with you. When you are right again, you wil lbe back to normal.

I burst into to tears when she says this, her voice rining and loud. The world slowly turns black around me, until I see nothing but the image of me crying, in a black abyss.

[Skylarr.]

omaigosh. i loved that story. :3

urmm...

Poppin and Pixie..




Poppin's first piece..




Pixie's first piece..




Story..

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[Lirrie]

I got a few peices of mine but they arent uploaded XD currently revmping their whole site.

[Slyfan09]

Awweeee. (: Thanks Minnie! I try to take care of 'em all. x3

My last character adopted from here was Nox.


These are my two favorite pieces of him:



http://blacqkatt.deviantart.com/art/I-W ... -171371471

And his story:

History:
Nox was born as the only pup of a litter from a stray mother. A poor family took him in as a companion for their mysterious four year old Justin. Justin loved the puppy dearly, but his parents didn't. His parents were very abusive, and if Nox made a simple mistake they would beat him. Unfortunately, his scatter-brained antics made him get into trouble a lot. He had impulse-control issues, and found himself doing things in the spur of a moment. If Justin told his parents to stop or tried to stand up for Nox, more often than not they would hit him as well. After Nox's punishment, Justin would run to comfort the shaking puppy. He would take Nox into his room, cradle him in his arms, and cry because he felt so bad for the pup. Justin's alchoholic parents would just glare and scoff at him, calling him rude names as he ran off to his room. Soon though Justin and Nox's family couldn't afford their home, and had to move. Much to Justin's dismay, they left Nox behind when they left, for now they couldn't afford to feed him either. Nox can still remember the picture of their car driving away, with Justin turned around in the backseat waving goodbye to him, tears filling his dark eyes~.

Nox had to learn how to fend for himself again. He lived in solitude, feeling himself grow more and more unhappy every day. He thought that he himself was the problem, and made an effort to change himself to how he liked to be. He figured that if he gave himself an identity, he would be happier. So he dyed his fur, and grew out his headfur. Nox was in fact happier with himself, and he liked his new look. However, what little friends he had didn't. They were quick to leave his side, calling him a "freak", "monster", and even "emo". They picked on him for being himself, because they didn't like the way his appearance had changed. It didnt occur to them at all that who he was on the inside hadn't changed one bit. But still, most of his friends abandoned him. Nox blamed himself for it, and did what he was taught happed to him when he was bad- he punished himself. He cut himself with a piece of broken barbed wire from an old fence behind his old house, and actually found that it made him feel better. Whenever he was feeling angry with himself or anyone else, he would return to the back of the house. One of his friends eventually convinced him to stop, but he didn't really want to. He was afraid that without the wire, he would have to deal with his terrible angry feelings. So he crafted a bracelet and tail-bracelet out of wire and started to wear them to remind him that the barbed wire was there if he ever needed it. Strangely enough it comforted him, and he doesn't cut himself as often.

Now Nox was a young teenager, and it was then when he fell in love for the first time. He met a beautiful girl Alaskin Klee Kai (Miniature Alaskan Husky), and they were very compatible. Nox spent a lot of time with her, and she made him feel complete. They spent their summer nights together under the stars, and Nox couldn't have been happier. He was truely in love with her, and he spent most of his time wishing that she loved him back. But suddenly and without warning, she left him for another (purebred) male. Nox's heart was shattered, and he felt unimagineable emptiness. It was as if his heart had been torn right out of him, and he couldn't stand the feeling. It was then that he decided he'd had enough. He had remembered hearing as a pup that there was a vicious pack of dogs that lived by the junkyard, and no one that had ever faced their leader has come out alive. So that was just what he did. At night he left for the junkyard, and once he was there he challenged the pack leader. The pack was hungry and skinny, and Nox knew that the leader would kill him even just for food. Just what he wanted. There wasn't even a point in Nox trying to fight back. The leader had pinned him down in two seconds, and even just one of his sharp nails made a gash in Nox's right arm. Nox spat in the leader's face, which made the incredibly large dog furious. Hunger glared in his eyes, and he bit down into Nox's throat. Suddenly a gunshot went off from a few yards away, and the pack scattered. The life was draining out of Nox fast, and the last thing he heard before falling unconcious was a pair of arms lifting him up.

When Nox woke up, he was in a dog bed in a large house with a pretty border collie looking at him from a few feet away. Her eyes widened when she saw he was awake, while Nox was still trying to figure out whether he was dead or not. When he asked the girl, she shook her head and explained to him that the owner of the junkyard had found him being attacked by the dogs, and he took him to the vet (her owner) right away. However her owner was away, so she fixed Nox up all by herself. She stitched the wounds in his neck and arm, and healed his other scratches. Nox had been asleep for a week. She was about to go on about how proud her owner was of her when Nox sat bolt upright. At first he was mad at this collie (who he learned was called Angie) for saving him. All he had wanted to do was die, and he couldn't even do that! He started to yell at the girl, but then his eyes softened. He appologized and thanked her. Over the next couple weeks they became good friends, and then Nox was back to wandering around town.

Current situation:

Nox has remained good friends with Angie, who to his delight, is a "freak" like him. She has long, flippy headhair, and her paws even glow! It's pretty obvious that Angie likes him a lot, and he cares about her too. But Nox just can't bring himself to try to love again. It breaks his heart to see her whistfully staring at him, because she knows that he'll never even give her a chance. So he told her that she'd be better off without him, and that she should maybe give her own admirers a chance- like Edur. He left and now lives on the outskirts of the town. He never goes too far though, because he always wants to know that he can go back and talk to her if he wants to. He visits Angie and his old friends every once in a while, but he can feel his depression setting in again. He thinks that his only choice is to move back, but he hasn't made a decision yet.

[nivvin]

Nox 8D Awesome.

[Slyfan09]

I love him. x3

[Lirrie]

Silince got a ministory

Silence padded throught the water of some dark forest she didnt know the name of. That dark day still haunted her mind like some annoying insect. She could still hear his yelp of pain as the bullet hit his side and his pleas that she leave him. She could still feel his blood on her and the pain in her thigh as the bullet hit her. It haunted her daily and nightly, she couldnt escape it. She could only hope that one day it would end, but that would me her death. 'If it leads to that, so be it.' she thought, then she took that next step.