[mirage.]

The owner of this skelfing will be randomly chosen from those who fill out the form correctly. C:
He is a male.
Please be sure to read all the information about skelfings before trying to adopt one!

Name: Ansgar
Owned by: ƬƲмβℓЄ

[julie36962]

I want to adopt a skelfing!
My Username: Julie36962
Name: Lizzy
Short Personality: (including likes and dislikes) I love to walk outside/ ride bikes. I do not like it when people trash the earth. I love to help the earth by picking trash up. I guess you could say I like gory stuff (Assassins creed, warriors, ect..) I am partly gothic i guess (I think black and red are pretty colors and, as I said before, I love gory stuff) I love werewolves and drawing. I am a cat lover and a cheetah freak. I think wolves rock.
Extra: (background, special info, etc.) I have a little brother and a small dog. We live in hot weather.

Am I right for this adoptable? I think it looks amazing!

[Thickshake]

I want to adopt a skelfing!
My Username:swoop
Name:lolly
Short Personality: Likes:lollies,playing,fluffy things dislikes:blood and guts zombies
Extra: this is a huge wip but so far

Poem:
Family: Her mum is called Candy :she is a choclate brown body melting silver eyes and a very slender but fluffy body. her dad is called bucko:bucko is a black tall and muscley wolf.brothers: sisters:
Friends:
Favorite book,toy etc:
Favorite Dinner:green pea soup with tomato sauce and fluffy fresh bread
Hobbie:to go blackberrie hunting and then make blackberrie pie Mmmm mm

[mirage.]

I want to adopt a skelfing!
My Username: Julie36962
Name: Lizzy
Short Personality: (including likes and dislikes) I love to walk outside/ ride bikes. I do not like it when people trash the earth. I love to help the earth by picking trash up. I guess you could say I like gory stuff (Assassins creed, warriors, ect..) I am partly gothic i guess (I think black and red are pretty colors and, as I said before, I love gory stuff) I love werewolves and drawing. I am a cat lover and a cheetah freak. I think wolves rock.
Extra: (background, special info, etc.) I have a little brother and a small dog. We live in hot weather.

Am I right for this adoptable? I think it looks amazing!

It's fine, but the name, extra and short personality are about the charrie, not you. C:

[mirage.]

Oh, Swoop, this is a male. ^^

[Static.]

I want to adopt a skelfing!
My Username: ƬƲмβℓЄ
Name: Ansgar (ANNES•garr) Meaning, 'Warrior' in Celtic n3n
Short Personality: Strategic and stealthy are to words to accurately describe this skelfing. He is constantly on a strict "trust-no-one" policy. He isn't very—er—pleasant to be around, partially due to his habit of growling at passerby, and his unnerving tendency to look others in the eye. Despite all this, Ansgar holds affections for his mate ((whom I am either going to adopt or order a custom for)), Deirdre. He and Deirdre share an incredibly tight bond and he is remarkably sweet around her. He strongly dislikes it when things are out of order and his idea of a perfect world is one in which everybody has some common sense. Despite the fact that he is a bit old (approximately 39 in human years), he is not above getting into scuffs with other skelfings sometimes. On these rare occasions, he almost always comes out on top.
Extra: I has a background story 8D!

"But I'm not tired, Qilla ((Qilla is the affectionate term used for mother))," he urged desperately. The mother chuckled, licking her cubs brow.
"Go to sleep, dear," she cooed. The cub grunted and reluctantly turned onto his side. Soon, young Ansgar seeped into subconsciousness.

The next morning, Ansgar awoke to his parents' whispering.
"I can smell it," his father said in a lowered voice.
"We have to get out of here." Still thinking he was asleep, his mother nudged him awake.
"Ansgar, Ansgar dear, wake up. We must go."
"But I'm tired, Qilla. I don't want to leave," he managed drowsily, with apparent effort to keep his voice from shaking.
"We don't have time for this," his father growled. Snatching up the skelfing cub by the scruff of his neck, he handed him to his mate and pressed his nose to the frost-ridden ground, throwing his head from side to side. Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes widened, his lips stuck in a grimace.
"Run," he mutttered. Ansgar's mother paused and looked at her mate, before bounding away.
And not a moment to soon.
"Qilla?"
"What is it?" she said, her voice muffled by the cub dangling from her jaw.
"What's going to happen to Cillo ((Cillo is the affectionate term used for father)) ?" The older skelfing stopped and placed her cub on the ground.
"I don't know, dear." Ansgar's eyes widened in fear, and he soundlessly curled up around his mother's thick legs.

About twenty minutes later, he realized he had been asleep, waking only when his mother prodded him tenderly with her fore paw.
"We'll go check on Cillo now," she whispered. He immediately stood, and allowed himself to be picked up by his mother. Ansgar's heart beat at a dangerously fast rate as his mother sprinted across the tundra. Finally they stopped, and Ansgar's head bobbed up and down as his mother chuffed, causing warm breath to issue from her nostrils. The white snow was splattered with blood, and in the middle of the blood, was . . .
His father.
What's more, there was another skelfing, standing near to the body, still biting at it, pawing it, and dusting it with snow, making a sound half way between a whimper and a grunt. Suddenly, the creature's head turned towards the two observers. If Ansgar had to call it one thing, he would call it a skelfing, but it wasn't quite that: it's fur was patched and matted, it's eyes we're darting around in all directions, and silver strings of saliva were dripping from his mouth. The creature emitted a fowl stench and seemed much scrawnier then the average skelfing, with it's ribs jutting out from it's chest, making the much to fast up and down motion of it's lungs clearly visible. However, it's most horrible feature was the blood coating the muzzle and paws. Ansgar's eyes turned back to his dead parent, lying unmoving on the snow. Suddenly and without warning, the female skelfing dropped her cub into the deep snow, which came up over his head, creating an effective disguise. From his position, Ansgar watched the scuff, shuttering as blood drenched the snow. Finally, it was quiet; accept for the breathing of the ill attacker. Soon enough, he saw the patched paws kick up snow as it bounded away. That night, he slept in the hole in the ground.

Out of story: He lived the rest of his life alone, and eventually allowed him self to be accepted into Dierdre's clan when they became mates. The end.

[julie36962]

LOL! Okay... let's try this again...

I want to adopt a skelfing!
My Username: Julie36962
Name: Abyss
Short Personality: (including likes and dislikes) Love to fight. Is somewhat more powerful than the usual skelfing and has really long teeth. He hates tranquil places and half moons or less (He likes to howl at the moon(Full moon))
Extra: (background, special info, etc.) Was attacked by his father when he was a pup so his mother tried to protect him by died in the process. Abyss got away and was homeless and lost for the first 4 years of his life.

Okay! LOL!

[mirage.]

I've decided to give him to the person who has the best form, not a random person after all. C: I'll decide who gets him on Monday (it's Friday afternoon for me at the moment). :3

[julie36962]

Have you decided yet?

[mirage.]

This skelfing goes to ƬƲмβℓЄ! <3 I really loved the story, and the effort you put in it was really appreciated. :3