The Silver Lining Adoption Place (CLOSED FOR CD)

[Africa.]

Its okay, I'm already settling everything out through PM, giving her tips and such.

Oh she's adorable Syra ^^ I'll put her up soon

[Darkest.Nation]

Though I agree that the character would not have been given to them, I find out mods gettig a bit strict around here. We want people to like this place and enjoy it, not be slammed as soon as they arive. Maybe we can tone it down a bit? A bit if helpful encouragment could have been useful here. ^^'

.

We all get slammed one time or another. I know the "slamming" is really terrible at PoH. I got slammed five times because I accidentally asked for another pet (my second) after putting myself out of the running for the first one I asked for. Then, the POH opened up a "special" where you could adopt two pets. Unfair, if you ask me.

Trust me, the mods here at SLAP are much nicer than the ones at other adoption centres.

It really sucks, but it happens to everyone, and we just learn from our mistakes like everyone else. >.>

~

Syra -- That. Squirrel. Is. CUTE! *pokes fluffeh tail*

[LunarFaith]

Yes darling, I know. I'm a mod myself. I'm saying that if you don't like it at PoH, why don't we make sure we don't do it here?

Though personaly I have no problems with PoH, it's very well run.

[Africa.]

Alright everyone, claws away please and thank you ^^" Its all sorted out, I sent tips over to Wolf, and hopefully their form will be improved

Please, everyone, no more posting on this matter, its beginning to become spam.

[pancreas]

"I was treated like an outcast, a freak by my own mother... Even though I had done nothing wrong."

Kennel Number:
{#39} Thirty-nine

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
The moment I saw Pernelle, the first word that came to mind was 'stunning'. She is, in one word, amazing. Her colouring is perfect, her expression is simply adorable... Everything just fits together, and she has an unusual but not overly in-your-face look. It is just enough to make you stop and stare. And her eyes! They just topped it off for me. As soon as my gaze was drawn to those soulful, innocent-looking eyes, I knew exactly what her story was. It was as if they had just passed it to me - like she had been waiting to tell her story to someone. I just hope I can do her justice.

And what wouldn't I do for her? She will have a post in my character thread, as much art as I can get her... She will be as loved as much as she deserves. Pernelle would be perfect for me. <3 And when I start roleplaying properly again, of course she would be used in any horse roleplays I happen to enter. I will also continue to write about her, I know many people promise to but rarely do... I have enough imagination and ideas for Pernelle to create dozens of stories about/for her!

Name:
Pernelle

Name meaning:
\p(e)rnelle, per-nelle\ as a girl's name is a variant of Pernella (French, Greek), and the meaning of Pernelle is "rock".

Named for:
> Her colouring
> Her rock-like - stubborn, strong - outlook on life/personality
> From her mother's breed, the Rocky Mountain pony

Nick-name(s):
Nell, Blue-eye, Young 'un

Age:
Two and a half - she is mature for her age.

Parents:
Father: Jack Of All Trades (Jack) | American Quarter horse (halter type) | Blue roan | 16hh | 15 years old |
Mother: Don't Tell Daddy (Dakota) | Rocky Mountain horse | Silver | 15.2hh | 8 years old |
Foster mother: N/A (Wink) | Welsh Mountain pony (section A) | Steel grey | 11.3hh | 12 years old |

Species:
American Quarter horse (father's side) x Rocky Mountain pony (mother's side)

The American Quarter Horse is an American breed of horse that excels at sprinting short distances. Its name came from its ability to outdistance other breeds of horses in races of a quarter mile or less; some individuals have been clocked at speeds up to 55 mph (88.5 km/h). The American Quarter Horse is the most popular breed in the United States today, and the American Quarter Horse Association is the largest breed registry in the world, with more than 4 million American Quarter Horses registered.
The American Quarter Horse is well known both as a race horse and for its performance in rodeos, horse shows and as a working ranch horse. The compact body of the American Quarter Horse is well-suited to the intricate and speedy maneuvers required in reining, cutting, working cow horse, barrel racing, calf roping, and other western riding events, especially those involving live cattle. The American Quarter Horse is also shown in English disciplines, driving, and many other equestrian activities.
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The basic characteristics of the breed are a medium-sized horse of gentle temperament with an easy-ambling, four-beat gait. This gait made it the horse of choice on the farms and rugged foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. It was a horse for all seasons. It could pull the plows in the small fields, work cattle, be ridden bareback, or be hitched to a buggy. Because of its rugged upbringing, it tolerated winters in Kentucky with a minimum of shelter. Naturally, outcrossing with local horses did occur, but the basic characteristics of a strong genetic line have continued.
In the summer of 1986, as a way of preserving the breed, a number of people got together to form the Rocky Mountain Horse Association (RMHA) as a non-profit corporation in the state of Kentucky. The association established a breed registry and formed a panel of examiners to provide vigorous supervision for the growth and development of the breed.

Personality:
Trippin out,
Spinning around,
Clumsy - Due to her blindness, Pernelle isn't the most sure-footed yearling around. She tries, of course, but she is still growing, and with her gangly legs combined with her being unable to see, she trips often. The multiple cuts and grazes on her knees give her the look of a feisty youngster, but in fact she is the opposite. And she doesn't care that she gets injured either. For her, in the end it'll all be worth it: all that blood, sweat and tears will give way to something great. Eventually.
I'm underground,
I fell down,
... Yeah I fell down.
Bluntly honest - Pernelle isn't one to lie. No, she prefers to tell someone the truth, even if it hurts them. Her past has given her a very tough personality for someone so young, and it is obvious that others don't expect her to act the way she is. Even if she looks it, she is by no means timid, and is not afraid to speak her mind and announce what she thinks, loudly if necessary.
I'm freaking out, where am I now?
Upside down and I can't stop it now,
Lost in herself - She has no idea what she wants with her life. But what she does know if that she doesn't want to be babied by the other horses. Yeah, she's blind. So what? But the thing is, she can't do much. A blind horse isn't much help at a stable. She hasn't got much to do. It is that fact that leads Pernelle to make her final decision - one that could either go perfectly... Or be her downfall.
Can't stop me now, oh oh!
Stubborn - No matter what you say, what you do, or what you think, Pernelle will not change her mind once it's made up. You can threaten her, you can blackmail her, you can plead with her... But she won't back down. She has grown to know that if you don't push hard for what you want, you ain't going to get it. So she simply points her head in the direction she wants to be heading, then just trudges on, regardless of what others think, say or do to try and stop her. This is another reason why she is unsuited for life in human company.

History:
"Blind. It can't be. No, my foal cannot be blind. She will not be blind." A tall, proud-looking Rocky Mountain mare stood aghast, her voice filled with horror. She was staring down at her newborn foal, still panting from the effort of giving birth, her sides heaving. But none of that mattered right now. Her foal lay quite still on the damp straw in front of her mother, eyes gazing ahead steadily, seeing nothing. As her shocked mother looked on, her voice lost beneath a surging sea of emotions, the delicate foal moved slowly. Sensing her mother's distress the tiny foal turned her milky-blue eyes towards the sound of the panting, letting out a weak snicker. Why wasn't her mother helping her? She couldn't stand up without her muzzle guiding her? And was it normal for her not to be able to see the mare that had given birth to her? Was that natural, or was she different? Stifling a scream, the foal's mother - who was named Dakota - shied away, her pale mane seeming to float ghost-like through the air, in the flickering light of the oil lamp that hung in a bracket on the side of the stable. "N-No, I cannot be seen with that. My reputation..!"

Other:
If it isn't immediately obvious, this is a Work In Progress~ <3

Durpidee

[Solanum]

Sorry Lune, but it's a lot to deal with and still remain fluffy. Too many people don't follow the rules, I'm getting fed up. But sure, I'll tone my bluntness down a little.

Cute squirrel ♥

Looking forward to reading your form ^^

[Wesley]

Username: wesleydog
Picture:
Lineart Link: viewtopic.php?t=475148
Name: Haggai
Gender: Male ♂
Species: Wolf
Preferences:
- Love and use him.
- Name and gender can change.
- Return if no longer wanted. ♥
Flacatoo

Username: wesleydog
Picture:
Lineart Link: viewtopic.php?t=475148
Name: Tikon
Gender: Male ♂
Species: Wolf
Preferences:
- Love and use him.
- Name and gender can change.
- Return if no longer wanted. ♥
Another pic:

Flacatoo

[Sapphirescript]

Name: Dulce
Species: Wolf/New Guinea Singing Dog, With a tail like a fox and a slim build this breed would seems to perfect for him.
Kennel Number: 45
Why would you like this character
What will you do for this character?:
I would like the character for his design, When I first colored the line art of him. (Ask Pix, the one up there was me x3) I fell in love with his design so badly I almost wanted to keep him. He belonged to Pix at the time so it was impossible for me to do so but as I saw him for adoption I jumped at the chance. I simply love his colors and his fun design.

As a writer you can expect to see him in short stories and as an artist you can expect to see some of him clogging my DA gallery. I would love to add this sweet little guy to my pack! Being friends with Pix we can easily keep in touch.

(I hope this is ok with Pix, I wanted to involve his history and family but if something messes with her characters please tell)

Personality:

Like his father, Dulce has the same passion to annoy people and give "good" advice. By accident he also got some of Sombra's side. He has fits of rage that often end up hurting the ones he loves. When the smoke clears he some how manages to make it up to them but the pain was just buried. Out of fits of rage does he turn protective, often going to far and not only hurting the enemy but also the one he is trying to protect.

Dulce loves the thrill of the hunt. Catching even small critters gives him a thrill like nothing else. When given chase he sometimes scares himself by his overpowering sense of not giving up until it is finished. With his unsustainable urge for hunting and his lack of charisma this pup finds it hard to make friends. He does have a childhood friend, Amya, who also has the urge to hunt. They promised as children they would never let love get in the way of their friendship but it isn't others that they are concerned about. Growing up together made them form to each others personalities. to guess each others favorite colors are to easy even in their sleep.

Because of his dangerous attitude he was banished from his old pack and Amya stayed with him. They traveled the forest sides together, becoming closer then they wanted. Dulce refuses to invest in his feelings when he is around her. The pattering of his heart makes him want to hunt something down. He believes it to be just adrenaline and memories flooded together. When they were young they faced dangerous obstacles and he often protector her. Now days he feels like she belongs to him and doesn't let harm come to her in any way, as best he can...

Apart from all this action Dulce surprisingly enough has a calm side. He will go for a swim and it seems like everything melts away.He could be drowning and he wouldn't even notice. Amya has had her fair shares of having to drag him up from the bottom because he fell asleep. As a child he and Amya used to play in rivers and streams during the rising morning. The sun sparkled off the water and projected glass like images upon their fur, all good memories to him and simply make him melt where he stands.

History:
At the time, nobody really knew or cared who your father was, they didn't care if your mother was out of the pack or even of a different species. Why have the times change? My father does not decide my fate so why do they tell me so?

Two siblings, no father, the pack detested us all. I thought as time progressed things got better for people with different roots. Yet the older we grow the more I fear the Alpha is trying to get rid of us. I didn't need it written in black and white to understand he wasn't happy with me and my siblings.

Unlike them, living in their false world, I left. Bound to find a better home, no history to trace me by, no judging eyes looking at me up and down. Yet how famous is my father? I never knew how his fame spread. Bouncing from pack to pack, there was always one wolf who knew him. I never doubted he was good, but like him my anger got the better of me.

And this, is my story.

Dulce paced back and forth in the den. The alpha had called a meeting and everybody went, at least everybody but Dulce and his siblings. "Why are you leaving?" their voices echoing in the den. "I already told you, he wants us gone. Why won't you come with me?" Dulce growled, his paw stamping against the soft dirt ground. They both folded back their ears and stared at him, he seemed to have a growth spurt before the rest of them and towered over their puppy figures.

Tearing out of the cave leaving two quivering puppies behind, Dulce stormed out of the pack lands. He knew his siblings were looking out, willing him with their puppy dog eyes to come back, but he couldn't. When they were older they would understand... Dulce kicked the dirt back and started his swift gallop to a new place. His anger and doubt controlling his heart. He didn't know where he would go but he would get there soon.

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The first pack looked at him, everybody silent, the look from the alpha at the front of a aisle formed by the other pack members seem to degrade him with each step he took. "I hear you wish to join our pack, without even a notice you stepped into our boundaries and asked... This is gutsy and stupid." He said as his ashen fur seem to overtake his black coat. Crisp Golden eyes seemed emotionless as Dulce stood in front of him with his chest puffed out and eyes looking determined. "Will you accept me or not?" Dulce barked getting tired of his mind games. A glare didn't phase him as he still stood strong. "Alright, you have one week to prove yourself able to contribute to the pack."

Dulce tried to prove he was something, but his age was a problem for them. No pup was going hunting or scouting and ruining everything. He was stuck with den duty, he had to watch pups, younger or his own age, run around and bark their mangy heads off. Day after day he chased the mongrels around until the final day before his judging. He couldn't take it anymore, they had to let him do something.

The next hunt for the great decision was today, and he wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. He covered himself in pine, making him smell like part of the forest as he trailed downwind from the travailing hunters. The deer in sight as he crouched in the bushes, his fur sticky and covered in grass, he crawled through the bushes, hiding from both the wolves and deer. His small figure allowing him easily through the branches, barely snapping twigs as his wide paws pushed him forward. As he got closer he noticed they were hesitating, doubting there ability he charged at the youngest deer sending everything into a panic mess.

He was hot on the heels of the young buck, his strides long and consistently switching sides to lead the deer towards the cliffs. Despite the barks of the members behind him he kept his focus on the deer ahead. His fur begin to grow as he got angrier that it was out running him slightly. His legs pushed harder as he made a jump for it, slicing through the air with his thin build. He landed on its back and buried his sharp daggers into the bucks neck.

It bucked back and forth, throwing its short horns back and hitting his head time after time. The blows did nothing to his anger as he held on tightly cutting the bucks wounds deeper as the blood spilled out. In its panic it struck a log and fell to the ground, calling out to its fellow herd members for help. They had their own problems as the pack had chased after them leaving the pup behind. Dulce held it tightly laying on top of it till it stopped struggling. Now he was stuck with a dead deer and unable to drag it anywhere. He howled out telling the others of his catch.

Nobody came, he was left alone, to far from home to run and get help, to prideful to leave his catch behind. Stuck there.

It had been two days, he lived on the buck alone, diligently waiting for them to come get him, any minute now. The rustle in the bushes had to be them. The red forelock of a familiar face poked through the bushes. "Dulce! You are alright, you ran off before I Was ready, did you forget I was coming with you?" She asked as she trotted over to him and noticed his catch. "Wow did you catch that all by yourself!?" She barked jumping over and joining his side. "Yea, wanna help me carry it back?" He asked reaching down to grab the deer that was left. "Back? Sure, lead the way!" She said her tail wagging as she picked up a leg.

Together they pulled it back, dropping it in front of the Beta himself and waiting their reply. He told the alpha and the alpha summoned the two. "You caused the wolves their hunt, scaring away the deer and eating half of the deer you caught before bringing it back. Why should this prove you worthy?" He asked looking at the dirty slightly eaten carcass. Dulce growled deeply as he got angrier and angrier that the Alpha still wouldn't accept him.

The week had taken a toll on him, putting so much energy into watching it and still getting punished. He stood up, a low growl grew deeper and louder as he arched his back. His fur began to grow longer and eyes loosing their gentle lavender and aqua shade. Amya stepped to the side, knowing what was about to happen but at a loss for words. "I'm sick of you and your pack!" Dulce screamed out as his fangs grew longer and claws curling. Amya backed up as the Alpha himself seemed to look appalled.

Before he could attack he felt something on his back. His snarling muzzle and bloodshot eyes turned to see his attacker. The Beta was holding onto his scruff, teeth piercing his skin and leaving blood to drip down his fur. His growl was overpowered by Dulce's snarl. Dulce lashed around grabbing onto his side while slamming the older wolf into the wall. "Let. Go." Dulce ordered as he slammed the Beta into the den wall again. The Alpha wasted no time figuring out the "best" battle strategy to help his trusted comrade.

He lunged past Dulce and the Beta and latched his teeth onto Amya's scruff, letting her small stature dangle as his tall frame pulled her off the ground. Both stopped in their tracks as Amya yelped. It was a low blow to use a pup as a means of winning a fight but neither of the pack members expected what happened next.

Dulce, ignoring the Beta on his back charged the Alpha, claws coming down faster then he could react, slashing both the old wolf and his childhood friend. Both yelped in pain causing the Alpha to drop him. Dulce started running for the exit but curved at the last minute taking a roll to push the Beta off before coming to a stop beside Amya and picking her up. "If anybody follows they will die." He barked finally before dashing out of the cave, Amya bouncing off his powerful legs as he ran. His labored breath burning her skin as she focused on the slash down her flank.

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Dulce and Amya laid quietly beside a river bank far away from the world itself. The trees so thick around them they tied together forming walls of roots. Dulce looked over to Amya's cut, seeing her in pain made him angry but he was to tired to do anything about it. Leaning over softly he cleaned her wound, as gentle as he could. She whined in pain but didn't ask him to stop, they both knew it was necessary for her survival. When he was finished Dulce slid his paws into the river, pulling his body foreword into the water and cooling his hot stomach. He sighed relief when he laid down, his head in the sand and body in the water. Amya watched him cautiously as he was still unstable near water.

It was going to be a long journey...



Other:
His two siblings have been loosely based upon his family picture,
(Did some digging in Pix's old character pages) Amya is a character I own.
When Dulce gets mad like his father he changes, but only so much as bone structure, fur length and eye color. He doesn't change color nor does he have a different name. He only got part of it if that is alright.

Durpidee

Wip ^-^ha

[Solanum]

I was wondering when you'd come along ^^ I was actually going to PM you about me donating him, but I forgot... Silly Pix.
Looking forward to reading your story ^^ You know you don't have to keep him as Merr and Mayleaf's son if you don't want ^^ Although I would really appreciate it ♥

[Sapphirescript]

To be honest, I rather keep him as Merr and Mayleafs son x3. It's hard to make family for my characters so I won't deny their roots :3.
I've been having bad computer problems so I don't really get on much and have time to write forms. But when I Do, I Do as much as I can 8D. I'm going to work on the history now x3!