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Username- horse lover 114
Name- Dark Phantom
Gender- male
Bio- Dark Phantom was the leader of a small pack. He was leading the pack while something cout his attenchen. Smothimg very small was moving thru out the leaves. He stoped and glanced at it. When he stoped it stoped a few seconds later. (wip)
Why do you want this Skrixxy?- im really interested in the spicies and i would love to own one

[breadstick]

I think I'll try for this one later, when I have time. xD It is flipping adorable!

[Carmen Von Monroe]

Username-Carmen Von Vanity
Name-Devin
Gender-Female
Bio- Devin was a particularly nice night skrixxy. She got along with Sage(my custom) very well. She loved that they were both different. Sage adjusted to Devin's somewhat nocturnal schedule, and they often played games. Devin liked it better with just her & Sage, Lone Skrixxys.
Why do you want this Skrixxy?- I really wanna make a story, & because she is kinda my school colors also. I really hope I get her!

I applied for this one because no one was asking for the babies. Hope that's ok.

[Viiperfang]

Username-
.: Jeanne :.
Name-
fukurami kage
Gender-
Female
Bio-
I lifted my purple colored eyes to gaze lazily above me. My head rested on my outstretched paws as I was lying under my favorite tree, the tree I affectionately called mine. I was sure that if that tree could speak it would call my own slim body its own as well. This certain tree bore fruit, the round, red kind commonly known as apples. These glossy fruits attracted many kinds of smaller creatures, and I especially loved when it brought rabbits about.
I loved rabbits, and still do very much, maybe because of my breed. I am known as a Skrixxy.
Yes, I lifted my eyes that day to rest them upon a blockage in the rays of sun that were shining down upon my short-furred body. The shade the figure gave disturbed my sleep, so I glanced up to see what was the matter. To this day I don’t know if this simple action mattered, and that if I hadn’t looked if I’d still be where I am now. To me, however, the past is the past, and what happened happened, so I have no reason to dwell on what could have happened differently.
My eyes fell upon a large dog, which I knew by the sleek, well groomed coat and well fed and muscular body, that he was a soldier of the Familiari Kingdom. Inwardly I sighed. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be here as I was a Stray; otherwise known as a lone dog or wolf in the lands. They were strictly supposed to stay in the most rural areas, those certain pieces of land that were not owned by either group of canids.
This particular soldier looked like a mean cross between a German shepherd, Great Dane and Anatolian shepherd. He was over double my height and very imposing. His sharp teeth glinted in the light he blocked, and a deep growl rolled like thunder from his neck.
“This ain’t your land,” he pushed his black nose into my face, breathing heavily on my snout. Shaking him off, I lifted my head and blinked slowly. I lifted myself daintily to my paws with a stretch and yawn.
“I don’t recall hearing that a new King had been named in the Kingdom,” I replied rather smartly with my lips drawn back in a cool, casual smile. I’m sure that my eyes glittered with a challenge because the soldier’s I’m-better-than-you grin wiped from his lips. Where there had once been a gloating kind of expression, now his dark eyes glittered bad temperedly. I felt my folded over ears slide back as I realized my mistake in words.
I felt his breath in my face right before he shoved his razor-like fangs to snap at me. I ducked down quickly and scooted under his legs, darting to get away from the larger dog. A slight squeaking noise escaped my throat as he crashed around, lips pulled back in a grimace. My head barely reached his shoulder, which in a fight could mean a bad thing. I trembled a bit as I took a step back, tensed to leap away at any second. Good thing, too, because he crashed forward, jaws snapping at my smaller body. I jumped up to avoid his blow and landed on the back of his neck. I shoved my paws down into him to hurl myself off of his back. I landed with an oof! on the ground and then shot off at high speed away from him.
I was relieved to find that even though he was muscular, I was still faster than him due to my smaller size and the fact I was built for speed. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I coursed along the ground, weaving in and out of bushes and grass. I looked over my shoulder to see how he was keeping up when I felt myself ram into something solid. I bounced to the ground landing on my side. I looked up to see what I had run into. I saw large paws as the base on thick legs that rose into the air. They then connected to a large Scottish deerhound that looked down upon me with a stern look. She betrayed no emotion other than the loyalty to her job, which was probably being a soldier. I cursed under my breath when I felt the pound of my heart join the thuds of the German shepherd mix’s paws run up to us.
“Aye, nearly got away, the runt did,” the male said with a nod to the female. “Good job on stopping him, Darla.” I felt a rope noose being wrapped roughly around my slender muzzle and rope being tied around my legs to bind them together. I then felt myself being hoisted up by the female, Darla, and I flailed about, trying to free myself. I felt the male’s paw slap across my muzzle. “Hold still, escapee,” he barked before turning to lead us back to the city. I knew where I was headed. They were taking me to Familiari City, the trademark city of the Kingdom. I was either headed straight for the jail or the court, where my punishment would be decided by the King. I felt Darla’s rhythmic gait carry my there swiftly, and I tried my best not to think of what was to come next.


“He’s too puny to serve in the army,” I heard the strong voice of the Familiari Kingdom’s king, a magnificent looking Pharaoh hound, call out in the court. He had his brown eyes locked onto me, evaluating me. He obviously saw me as no threat, but I didn’t understand why he didn’t just let me go. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to be viewed as weak. I huffed to myself. Like bullying small dogs proved that point.
Finally he seemed to come to a conclusion. “Throw him in prison,” he said briefly, motioning to two guards at the side of the royal court with a paw. He turned around and padded back to his throne, to await whatever came next in his luxurious life of a king. The two guards quickly came up to me and one flanked me on either side. To my left stood an English foxhound mix and to my right a rather weary-looking Doberman.
The two escorted me to the jailhouse where they locked my up in a cell. I thought, at first, that I was alone but then a burly looking male Irish wolfhound slunk out of the shadows at the back of the cell. A long grin spread across his lips and I noticed a long scar down the length of his face. Yellow eyes looked me over and then he sat down roughly. “So, whatch’a in here for, buddy?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at this fairly pushy roommate, but instead dipped my head and replied politely. “They locked me up in here for being a Stray.” My eyes wandered as I spoke to look into the cell across the dark hall. A large malamute mix was lying in the middle of the floor of its cage, sleeping. The wolfhound nodded, his loopy smile still revealing pearly daggers.
“I’mma Harley by the way,” he added. I wondered why a criminal in jail would be so friendly to a much smaller newcomer, as I paced back and forth by the bars. I stopped, deciding escape was hopeless. Harley was still looking at me, expectantly, and then I realized I hadn’t introduced myself when he had.
“My name is kage,” I told him with a dip of my slender head. My chocolate eyes looked him over. He looked very imposing and dangerous, and he seemed to have an experience with crime. “So, Harley,” I began, sitting down in front of him. A polite and calm smile graced my lips and I made myself wag my tail happily to show I didn’t mean harm. “What have you done to get yourself locked up in here?”
Harley tossed his head rebelliously, a humorous glitter in his yellow eyes. “I was a wanted outlaw for stealin’,” he replied proudly. I held back a chuckle.
“A thief, eh?”
“Yessiree,” Harley got up and stretched, then turned to head further back into the cell. His long tail flicked, telling me to follow him. This Irish wolfhound seemed like a natural leader with a strong sense for dominance. I don’t think he knew he did it, but he ordered me around like he was king. “This is yer bed,” he nodded to a bed of dried grasses and bark in the right corner. Then he turned to one in the left corner. It looked identical to the one Harley let me have, “And this is mine.”
“Thank you,” I muttered. I felt exhausted from the whole ordeal of my arrest, and I quickly curled up in the bed. The jailhouse was drafty and cold, and my short coat did little against it. I dug a little den in the fairly large bed of grasses and quickly fell asleep in it.

“C’mon, kage, they’ve brought our food!” I was abruptly awoken by my new roommate’s excited yip. I stirred rather sluggishly, pulling myself to my paws. Almost immediately I caught the scent of food, and heard the chatter of other prisoners. The first meal of the day didn’t smell too bad, I shrugged. Stretching, I yawned, then joined Harley at the front of the cell. He was already wolfing down his own portion of food. I looked to mine. It was on a tray with rope attached to the ends so that the jail guards could carry it to the cells. Breakfast was a mix of rabbit meat and chicken, and to my surprise, it was pretty good. At least I knew I could find joy in the food of jail life.
“Hey, Harley,” A call came out from the cell containing the malamute mix from the night before. The voice was feminine, though older and gruff. The dog was a female, and probably fairly old. “Seems you have a new roommate there!” she cackled, her green eyes shimmering good naturedly. She seemed friendly enough, and it bewildered me why she was in jail.
Harley looked up from his meal, bits of food clinging to the fur around his muzzle. His yellow eyes smiled as he spoke with a mouth full of meat. “Mhmmff, I do, don’ I?”
She laughed again, and then spoke to me. “So, little guy, what’s your name, and why ya in the slammer?”
I shook my head, amused. I finished swallowing my food and licked the small morsels from my lips before speaking, unlike the much larger dog had. “I’m kage, nice to meet you,” I began with a respectful dip of my head to her, “and I was brought here because I am a Stray that was caught in the Kingdom’s lands.”
She snorted and tossed her head back indignantly. “Outrage, am I right little buddy?” I saw a flash of anger in her eyes as she exclaimed this out loud. “They think they can just control everything. I’m here because I supported and acted for the United Revelation. I was in the secret service between the Order and the Kingdom.”
That statement caught me by surprise, though I didn’t know why. I knew she was too good-hearted overall to have committed a crime, and she had a rather wolfish appearance as well. I realized that this female was a half-breed. I could only nod, and couldn’t find my voice to speak. I didn’t know what to say, actually.
“I’m Palin, by the way,” she had calmed herself when she called across again. I returned her words with a smile, and then dipped my head again to finish eating. I noticed that Harley and Palin were already done, and a gleam of hunger still shimmered in the Irish wolfhound’s eyes. I sighed and nudged the last of my food toward him with a smile.
“Take it,” I told him. In truth I wasn’t completely full, but I didn’t feel hungry either. And plus, I’d rather make allies, and even friends, in jail than make enemies. He offered me a smile before gobbling down the last part of my food. I sat there, waiting for him to finish the food, when I suddenly realized where I was.

I was locked up, in jail, for almost no reason at all! I didn’t even belong to the Familiari Kingdom, I was a Stray. I wasn’t against them, but I wasn’t for them, either. They had no right to hold me there. However, they did keep me in prison, and at the present time, there was nothing I could have done to escape. So, I behaved myself in the cell, conversing with Harley every now and again. Surprisingly, he was rather interesting, with a colorful history. He always seemed to have adventurous tales of what he’d done before getting shut away.

Why do you want this Skrixxy?-
Well, I like the markings and the colors, and I've been looking for one. So i thought I would try out for it.

[Carmen Von Monroe]

*sigh* & I thought I might have had a chance on this one....

[rainbow;]

Username- firestarnight
Name-VioletDarkness
Gender- Female
Bio- when she was born she was completely black and not very impressive slowest of the litter smallest weakest and more when she turned one and was ready to go out on her own she did and found a toxic dog who she got in a fight with she got bitten and started bleeding purple blood when she went home and went to sleep when she woke up she was bigger and stronger and she had purple glowing marks and when she big someone they would bleed purple blood and become a monster just like her.
Why do you want this Skrixxy?- i am going to use in a comic