If you already had the picture in your form, I didn't put it under it.
Also, if the pet you were going for wasn't given out, it was because no form were complete enough.
Also, 109 will be hold out for next week since I forgot to copy paste the permission preference.
JerseyGoddess55 wrote:((I hope I can post this :S))
Pet's ID Tag:
1
Name You'd Choose for It:
Bright Star in the Night (Bright)
Gender:
Mare
Reason You Want It:
Bright has struck a deep chord with me. I have seen many horse characters but Bright really caught my eye. Her peach colored coat charms me, I've never really had any luck with that colored horse before but she draw me into a trance. Her mane, it looks like stars in the night sky, which really stands out to me because I love the Stars and the Night. She looks perfect for me, as soon as I saw here a story formed in my mind.Also I am thinking of writing a series of books, which she would be perfect in. There about tribes of horses and if you've read the warriors books you see the name connection (with the tribe cats).
History/Background:
Sweat gleamed on my creamello hide as I pushed myself faster and faster, the few trees flew past and the rocks comforted me. Hooves churning up dirt, I gave a whinny of approval. I loved this place I am so happy to call it my home. The wind collided with my mane and the eagle gave me a friendly call. My ears perked as I reached the top and I looked across the land. It was my home and I couldn't help but rear back on my hind legs. This was my routine but usually I wasn't this excited, the air was crackling with electricty and not just from my excitement.
I scanned our terriertory from the hilltop and then spotted a rather large patrol trotting towards the Truce Meadow, the gathering place of the tribes. No! My brain managed to sigh as my mind whirred. Spinning around I charge off in a dead long gallop.
I stayed in the ferns on the side of the meadow as I saw that not just Tribe of Bright Stars desided that a large patrol needed to get in a good trot to TruceMeadow and back. My ears flicked as I exzamined every horse that now stood in the grass, they looked strange. For a moment I stared dumbfounded but then I realized it, the paint. I almost let a gasp exscape but grabbed it and pulled it in farther. Why would they be wearing war paint? Why didn't they warn me?, my Heart longed for answers but my head knew them. They knew I didn't want to fight, they were tired of this and wouldn't tell me because I would try to stop them. How could they?
All this had started about ten moons ago, Lake of Cold Water (Lake) a Camp guard of Tribe of Running Stream brought up a very sinister subject at the Tribal Council. The young camp guard had suggested driving out nontribe-blood horses, which brings up conflict in the Tribes. Some think if you aren't pure of blood you are worthless, which of course isn't true. It had made the Council turn into a huge arguement and nothing was decided. Things were said that would have been better unsaid but they were anyway. I had watched them fight, heard their arguements and realized that two Tribes hated the idea and the other two tribes could care less. Then I had had a bad feeling, for I was the tribe's Healer To-Be. It was natural for, me atleast, to get special messages from Tribe of Everlasting Meadow and right then I knew this would turn into a unneeded war.
When we arrived home I snorted and trotted to the Healer's cave.
Theme Song:
Coming Soon
Art:
I'm working on some :3
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Wip, Major WIP
Merveille wrote:
Pet's ID Tag:
6
Name You'd Choose for It:
Azure
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I love her to death, she is just beautiful and I felt a connection with her from the first time I saw her. I just adore her because she is naturally colored and just has a beautiful pattern on her pelt and She is just simple and I really just love her and I really just want her so much.
History/Background/Other:
A dark forest under the artic lights in Canda is silent and cold from the edge of the lake but if you go deeper into the forest to a small farely cold hollow where little moon shine comes through their is a screach that breaks the silence of the crisp and still air.
A wild tabby cat with her mate have just given birth to 3 beautiful kits, but two very small and weak die over night while the scrouniest and last born and smallest kitten was the strongest and survived.
The mother and father of the kitten were very uppset over their lost of their kits they wepped and moaned which caught the attention of a very hungry predator. Over night that predator searched and followed the noise of the weeping til it and it's pack found the hollow, they watched and stalked the two tabbys and the kit from the bushes silently until it had turned pitch black out for them to give the family a suprise that will change their lives forever...
The mother and father feel asleep as did the baby kit. The slept silently and peacefully and that's when the strangers knew they should attack. They jumped out of the bushes snarling deviously and ran full speed towards the family of cats. The cats woke up with a startle and grabbed their kit and ran and ran, farther and farther away they ran with the dogs just 20 feet behind them back in the forest, they found a old cut down tree stump in the bushes that was hollowed out. They put the kit in there with dry leaves and moss and covered the entrance with leaves and the under brush of the bush. They heard the animals getting closer and closer barking and hollowing, they ran and looked back for this will be the last time they saw their last and scrouniest kit and then they ran away through the bushes and trees leading the wolves away until you heard howling no more.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Major WiP
Tam wrote:
Pet's ID Tag:
22
Name You'd Choose for It:
Jahi { Means Dignified in Egyptian }
Gender:
Colt
Age:
9 Months of Age
Reason You Want It:
To be honest, it was because his design seemed to say to me "Egyptian." I've recently been thoroughly interested in the history of Ancient Egypt, and now anything Egyptian related fascinates me. I was meaning to create for myself an Egyptian-based character, but once I saw the rich gold color of the foal's coat with the dark markings I could not have been more drawn to him.
The design is spectacular. I've always been a sucker for those neat lines of dots, and even more so when they coordinate with some form of line. And the green spot on his shoulder is vibrant against his bright golden coat, bringing out a beautiful vivid contrast. It brings to mind, for me, a golden piece of jewelry with a jade stone encrusted elegantly into it.
History/Background/Other:
Species/Breed
Arabian Horse
Strain of Breed
Pure-blooded Egyptian Arabian horse
Lineage
Jibade♂ ------------ Rehema♀ Qeb♂ ----------- Umayma♀
| - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
Astennu♂ -------------------- Ghazala♀
|
Jahi♂
About him
Always has he been raised with the knowledge that he is pure. Pure of blood, and pure of spirit. And that for generations his lineage has been carefully selected to be the example to the world of the earth's most perfect horse. As his name implies he was taught to be dignified, even before he could support himself on his spindly legs, and due to his lack of early childhood enjoyment he is a solemn young colt. He speaks with honesty, and learned the harsh way from his mother that dishonesty had a punishment that he found quite distressing.
And though he's unaware of himself doing it, he, like all of his pure lineage, holds himself in higher esteem than any other breed of horse. He considers it amusingly absurd to even consider speaking to a horse that was not of pure Egypian Arabian bloodlines. If anything one might call him a prince of horses, though that title does not exist to him or any of his lineage. In fact, to his father Astennu he is a nobody child. Simply one of many to be produced to keep the bloodlines alive. Astennu is no more aware of Jahi's existence than he is of man's interference with the breeding of pure Egyptian Arabians.
History
He was born to his mother Ghazala at the stroke of one half and three hours into the morning in midsummer. It was not unusual for a pure child to be born with an unusual pattern to their coat, and quite often it set them apart for greatness. The unique patterns adorned naturally to coats was revered as a blessing from Ra that the foal was not to be forgotten and shrugged aside like most children born, but were to be lifted into a high stature and be destined for future breeding with mares who were also adorned with the patterns of Ra's Blessing. And so, because he was born with the patterns of Ra's Blessing, he has been set apart from his father's main herd to live in solitude till he had come of age.
Of course, he wasn't raised in complete solitude. It was more like an oasis branching off the great Nile that served as a safe haven for the "Blessed children" to be raised by their mothers away from the ferocity of the stallions and heir herds. Known to most as the "Oasis of the Blessed"
And thus, since has lived his life among nothing but equally revered horses, he knows only that of a dignified, noble existence. In fact, if he were to even be told of the myriads of mix breed horses that mainly populated the world he would most likely grow weak at the knees with shock and horror.
As he has neared the end of his first year in the Oasis of the Blessed his mother began to more frequently warn him of his affections of any of the little fillies that lived at the oasis, warning him that he should spend less time with them as he grew older to avoid any dangerous happenings. And after a stern thrashing from his mother one day after not heeding her, he hardly ever approached any one of the fillies again.
His time at he Oasis of the Blessed grows shorter each day though, for when he becomes one year of age he will be removed from the oasis and given the beginnings of his future.
~:WIP:~
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
crazy cranky critter wrote:So many epic new revamps/designs *brain meltdown*Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel sixty two - 62
Name You'd Choose for It:
Alaric
Gender:
Male
Age:
Dog years;
Mentally - 10
Physically - 21
Which is in
Human years;
Mentally - Just under 2
Physically - 3 years
Weight:
50kg
Height:
65cm
Breed:
Akita Inu;
aka
Great Japanese Dog
or
Japanese Akita
Kin:
Blood Relatives;
Yuki {snow} - father
{died of cancer}
Niomi - mother
{thought to still be alive}
Chloe - sister
{Caught and killed}
Cheva - sister
{Was run over by a car and killed}
Seth - brother
{location and status unknown}
Other relatives;
John - father, master and best friend
{Human, current owner}
Rick - Uncle
{'Uncle Rick' John's best friend}
Country of Birth:
Japan
Languages:
English
Japanese
Strengths:
Finding lost men
Getting what he wants
Weaknesses:
Keeping a staunch look
Staying focused
Likes:
Contact with kind humans
Playing fetch
Frosty mornings
Dislikes:
Devastated battle grounds
having nothing to do
cruel humans
Addictions:
Chocolate, even though it
isn't good for him.
Phobias:
Astraphobia
{fear of thunder and lightning}Reason You Want It:
I would like Alaric because for one thing he is composed of a small but simple colour pallet containing only five colours that is still very effective. I would also like him because swirly patterns are very much my thing when I go to design or draw a character, my friends often tell me I should stop drawing things covered in swirls. Because of my love for swirls I'm drawn to his design, especially his magnificent face. And as a third reason why I want him it is because he actually has expression in his eyes which makes him seem to stand out more and will give me inspiration as I head on to writing his story; and if I win him any stories or rps he will be in from then on. Basically, anyone could have drawn this design and I would have loved it, having it as TWG art is just a bonus X'D
Personality:
Alaric has two main parts to his personality. One side of him will shower you in licks, demand treats and beg for you to play with him. However on the other hand he is extremely loyal to his master and will protect him with all the strength and savagery needed should his master be in harms way. He will easily loose his temper at who ever causes his master pain, or attempts to cause his master pain.
History:
I was born in the out skirts of Tokyo a year and a half before world war two concluded. It was a cold and bitter time, made even worse by the looming threat of dog catchers. And the fact my head had the highest price on it. Dog catchers were paid a small amount of Yen per dog pelt they supplied to be made into warm coats for soldiers. My owner had been stealing money from the government, which alone was enough cause for them to be after him, but he had used his money to genetically modify me. The head of dog catchers wanted me aswell. He wanted my skin though, because to have a live Akita Inu without proper Akita Inu colours was shameful. The first words my mother told me was those that I have just told you, all of Japan wanted me dead.
I don't remember much of my child hood, but I know I was a loud, clumsy pup. I remember one cold winter morning, my first close brush with death. I was pretending I was a tough fighting human called a 'soldier.' I charged around the house wearing my spiked leather collar. Suddenly there was a large smashing sound, I had nocked over my master's antique porcelain varce. I tried to nose all the pieces together so he would notice but it just looked like a heap of rubble. I got realeased into the yard to go trash something else. It wasn'r my fault I had nothing to do. I dug my way out into the street and went running off. I caught scent of a bakery and went running to steal its goods. The dog catcher would have no time to go there.
Oh how wrong I was, there were some shouts and before I knew what was happening I had ten dog catchers throwing down their pies and sprinting after me. I raced back towards my house, but much to my dismay took a wrong turn. I walked into the dead end, howling sadly. There had to be something I could do. I looked up at the sky and made a confused whining sound. All the dog catchers looked up to see what I was seeing. I took my chance and ran, sliding under there legs. I leapt into the air and flew away. I was overjoyed, until I realised I was not flying, I had been caught and was being swung onto a different mans sholder. Little did I know then but it was John, John Smith.
I struggled and bit the mans hands as he ran from the dog catchers. At first I thought he would take me to the place where they skinned the dogs, but he didn't. He threw me in his van and drove off, clicking his seat belt after we had driven a few blocks. The dog catchers lost sight of us and he slowed down. Much to my delight he drove me home. He took me right into my house, opened the door and walked in holding a strange black stick out infront of him. My owner walked into the hall then froze. "Wha-what do you want?" he asked shakley. "I've known you live here for a while now. Sell me this dog or I'll turn you in." the odd man said. He handed over some money and walked back out, still holding me. Humans are odd. I thought to myself.
As we drove off my sisters Chloe and Cheva broke out and chased after the van, howling for me. I watched in horror as they struggled to keep up. After an hour they were still following, barely in sight. Until Chloe finally collapsed. I wailed as I saw a car drive straight over her. Her final howl of agony made me cry out angrily. But Cheva was still coming. I barked and barked until I got hit across the head by the hard, black stick, which I now know was a gun. I pulled back up to the window feeling hazy. I could barely see, but what I saw was the dog catchers closing in on Cheva. And then we turned and left her behind. I fell asleep feeling very sad.
I woke up what seemed like a life time later, in a warm camp with a bowl of food next to me. I ate it down in a few seconds then shut my eyes and tried to get to sleep. I was up in seconds, company was what I needed. I raced around until I found John. "Hey Smith, looks like that guy has a thing for you." He patted my head then swung me up into his arms. He whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't understand English back then and didn't bother remembering what he said.
For the rest of the year I lived in the American camp, chewing up comic books, playing cames with depressed soldiers to cheer them up and generally trying to make fun. I had learnt to bark in different ways that sounded like the mens' names. Handy this was, I could run over to them and bark their name until their chocolate was mine. But life eventually got boring. Games became chores, excitement became a joke told one time too many. I would laze around acting depressed, get up when John came back, then return to my pain when I saw he brought nothing new.
He eventually took me out of camp in his van with his friend Rick so he could monitor by behaviour for longer. We arrived at our destination, were ever it was. I followed John as he got out, locked the truck then walked over to a building. It was a bar and American soldier socialising place by the looks. He found a seat and sat down, I sat next to him and Rick sat on the other side of me. I spotted two shifty looking me sitting in the corner. Their hands seemed to be awfully close to their jackets, as if they were expecting to need to pull out hidden guns suddenly. As the night went by everyones sanity deteriorated, other then John and the shifty men, seemed to fall appart. I had been watching them now, for two hours or more. One of them suddenly whispered in Japanese "The time is right, I've hear John and some other pretty important American's are here. Lets kill them and make a run for it." All I understood were the words 'John' and 'Kill' which were certainly two words which I would not allow to go together. The shifty men pulled their guns out in a fluid motion. It seemed like slow motion to me, as I jumped over the back of the couch and onto John's shoulders, pushing him down so as he didn't get hit by the rain of bullets which zoomed past my disappearing tail. John ripped out his gun and put the barrel over the couch sending a ray of bullets towards the offenders. The whole building worth of people started screaming. Everyone ran except the shifty men, John and Rick. "RICK! Get your gun out you fool!" John commanded. Rick, who could barely stand by this point pulled out his gun and stood up. "Noo!" John yelled as he saw a bullet flying at what seemed to be the speed of light towards his friend. I dove across in a desperate attempt to nock Rick over aswell but it was too late. My master screamed in agony as if it was him who had been shot in the chest. That was the final straw. I leapt across the floor, ran behind the counter and stealthily crept behind it until I reached the corner. In a single leap I got onto the counter, then in another leap, this one powered with rage, I leapt onto the back of one of the shifty men, pinning him to the ground. "You hurt my master." I snarled, attacking him with all my limbs and my jaws. John pointed his gun at the other man. "Surrendor." The man looked angry to hear that master thought he would surrendor. He made a dash for it, leaving his friends with me. I hopped over to John and together we exited, taking Rick with us for a burial he deserved.
When we arrived at camp a silence seemed to leek through the ranks. The funeral they held made everyones spirits drop down as low as the depths of hell. We all, myself included, stood in the rain, our heads bowed in silence to a great man. There was a loud bang and a flash of light. I managed to keep my cool until our time of silence was up, and then I fled.
The next interesting thing I remember after that was basking a pool of sun light. I was tired and worn out, my happiness stripped from me. John came in and greeted me. He was happy, life had returned to his wishing to be dead face. I wondered what had happened to him. Maybe the lucky fellow had stolen something from another soldier. But he put his hand on my shoulder, looked deep in my eyes and wiped a single tear from his over whelmed eyes. "Buddy, the war is over!" I didn't know what he meant but he was so happy I just had to leap forwards and lick his worn face.
It took months for our retreat to America to be organised. It seemed like another two of my life so far, but one day, one day we got taken back. And sweet mother, I thought my puppy hood had been good, but I had never experience this 'peace' thing. After being introduced to the family John and I went outside and sat on the grass by the creek. He looked at me and pulled of my collar. “Y’ know boy, I’ve not ever called you any true name.” He held the tag of my collar in his fingers and turned it over slowly. “Allan?” he suddenly said as if it was a joke. “Boy, I love you and I’m going to go ahead ‘n’ name you Alaric, after my best friend.” He wrapped his arms around me and we sat in tears, we were glad we survived and we wanted nothing more than to share our joy with each other.
John got me a new collar with my new name. I wore it proudly, to show my faith to my master.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
.Arrow. wrote:Pet's ID Tag:
79
Name You'd Choose for It:
Piper
Nickname:
Pip
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
Well, first off, she's completely gorgeous. I love her colours so much, and the small designs just add even more to her. She's not simple, but she's also not very detailed/elaborate, which I really like about her.
Also, she just seems like she'd be such a happy, care free and innocent character which would be a nice change from what I normally think/write about. For her I'd be able to write more upbeat stories, which I think I would quite enjoy, and I can see her fitting in quite well with my fox characters Kartik, Cameo, Quinn, Aster and Ashe, and later some other characters I have ideas for.
About Her
If one who didn't know Piper well wanted to describe her with five words they might use such things as juvenile, kind, innocent, gullible, and care free. Most of that is true, of course, but she's much smarter than they would make her out to be. Being raised by foxes has left her able to pick up on most lies, with the exception of other foxes. It's also made a rather convincing liar out of her, but she's also learned that too many lies can get her into a bit of a tangled mess so she saves the lying for times when it's necessary. She's still more wolf than fox though, finding that she doesn't much like being alone and is very social. She makes friends when she can, but most are foxes as she is still nervous about meeting other wolves. She's more of a glass half-full kind of girl and prefers to look at the positive of any situation.
Background
Piper spent the first couple months of her life in a pack where she was raised and adored by her mother and father as the only surviving pup in a litter of three and watched by the other wolves. Shortly after her second month of life, she was whisked away farther into the forest by her mother. Tucked away in a small earthen den, she watched and waited for her mother's return.
Hours would pass before anyone found her.
Piper had been sleeping when the sound of movement close to her caught her attention. It wasn't her mother that she looked up at, but instead found herself looking into the face of a stranger. A fox, no less. Two more foxes then joined the first.
While she ate food supplied by them, they told her about how her pack - and parents - had been killed by a bordering pack. The news was shocking and heart-breaking for her and the next day seemed to pass in a blur leaving her without much memory of those events.
What she does remember is being taken in by those three foxes and becoming what could only be described as a family. However odd it was with three foxes and a wolf.
A Bit of her Story:
Piper moved quickly and easily over the ground, carrying several prey pieces with her. She was proud of herself, it was easily her most successful hunt as of yet with two rabbits and a pheasant. It was also one of few times when she wasn't accompanied by one of her family.
"Piper, is that you?" a voice called from somewhere to her right.
She stopped dead in her tracks to look in the direction of the voice. When she saw Aster sprawled across the ground with his head barely up to look at her, she dropped her catch to collect later and rushed towards him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, looking down at the red-furred fox. She couldn't yet see anything physically wrong with him, but the way he just laid there worried her.
"Quite fine, actually, thank you for asking," Aster replied, returning to his paws quite easily. His sharp eyes looked beyond her for only a brief moment, barely long enough for her to notice.
"You had me worried," Piper complained, a pouty look crossing her face.
"Ah, well, sorry about that m'dear, truly I am. I thought I had a bout of the stomache ache coming on but I was mistaken. I ate an old crow earlier and it didn't settle well, you see." Aster looked up at her, an apologetic look on his face, though his gaze flicked behind her again. Before she could say anything he cut in, "Well, I'd best be going, you know how Ashe is when I'm late. 'Bye, Piper,"
Piper watched him go, feeling oddly confused and knowing that he wouldn't have heard her goodbye. She turned around and headed back to the path where she'd left the prey. When she arrived, however, there was nothing to be seen. Her prey was gone and the sharp scent of a different fox lingered in the air. Ashe.
The two of them had tricked her. Again.
Cameo would not be happy.
With head bowed and tail hanging low, she trudged back to the tiny clearing where the foxes had dug out an old rabbit warren to make it larger. Outside of the tunnel opening were both Kartik and Cameo. Both watched her as she walked over, empty-pawed and looking dejected. They knew without asking what had happened. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last.
"Again? Really?" Cameo growled, already risen to his paws. "I swear you're about as smart as a woodmouse sometimes," he added, his voice a low growl that she almost couldn't hear.
Piper watched him stalk past her, tail lashing, and disappear down the path she'd just come down. Probably to catch new prey. Possibly to find Ashe and Aster and teach them not to steal from his family. Maybe even both if he was in a foul enough mood.
Her gaze found Kartik, who looked mostly amused to see that she'd been tricked again. He nodded towards the spot that Cameo had just vacated beside him and she sat down there, not meeting his gaze.
"Ignore him, Pip, he's more mad at the twins then he is at you anyways," Kartik informed her, his voice a friendly and comforting mix of a growl and bark.
Behind them came the soft sound of paws on the well-worn path down into the den. Quinn appeared a moment later, a nowing look to her eyes.
"That furball needs to learn to control his temper," she said fondly. She reached up, almost having to stand up on her hindlegs, to lick the fur between Piper's ears. "It's not as if they've never tricked him before anyways."
Already Piper's mood was rising again. It was hard to stay sad or frustrated around Kartik and Quinn, no matter how hard one tried. Well, unless they were Cameo.
"I know," Piper muttered, voice soft, "But I'm still sorry, I should've known better."
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Musical Snowflake wrote:
Pet's ID Tag: 90
Name You'd Choose for It: Russet (might change my mind later)
Gender: Female
Breed: Russet is usually a wolf mix; I may occasionally get art of her in other species' forms, though.
Reason You Want It: While skimming through all the different pets on here, Russet was one of the only ones that immediately caught my eyes, and she was the only wolf. She caught my eye because of her beautiful reddish hue; usually I don't like red shades, but this one's just perfect to me. Also, the flower designs on her and her necklace are absolutely gorgeous. Finally, I love Leigh's art in general. xD
History/Background/Other:
General Likes
- flowers
- pups
- other wolves
- the wild/nature
- birdsong
- domesticated animals
General Dislikes
- bullies
- cities, suburbs, any place inhabited by humans
- indecisiveness
- most males (immaturity)
- fire
Personality
Tough - Russet, even though she has pretty little flower designs on her, is not a girly-girl. She takes criticism and being bullied in her stride and will defend herself; basically, she will not run crying when this happens. She usually has a sarcastic way of speaking that implies, "suck it up," when listening to others complain about what she thinks of as petty complaints (ie. looks).
Gentle - However tough her outside seems, she's actually a softie on the inside, once you get to know her. She would never admit it, but she actually loves pups, and looks forward to the day when she has her own (my next goal for her if I get her xD). Even though she can be blunt sometimes, she be be sympathetic as well, especially when she knows she needs to be.
Determined (or you could say stubborn): Russet will stop at almost nothing to get what she really wants, usually. The only thing she disapproves of is purposely hurting others to get her desires. Road-blocks will not stop her, just slow her down.
Stubborn: Russet is not afraid of standing up for what she believes in. She will not change her mind about her opinions unless someone really truly convinces her she is wrong.
Inquisitive: Russet likes learning about new things, no matter what the topic; she's always sticking her nose somewhere. That's why she likes domesticated animals; she thinks there's a lot to learn about them and from them, even though she would hate being one.
The Story
Russet awoke suddenly to the curious smell of burning wood. She shook her head, clearing her mind of sleep. Her smarting eyes focused on a glaring fiery light in the middle of the forest. Realizing what this meant just now, she naturally started to panic. Gazing around herself frantically, thinking that she should wake everyone else up. However, no one was there. Where was her mother? Where were her siblings? They had all been there when she closed her eyes and went to sleep! Had everyone just left without her? Ignoring her growing sense of abandonment, she quickly decided on action; after all, the fire was getting closer. She got up and started to run. She ran as fast as she could, faster than she had ever done in her entire life. As she ran, she noticed other forest animals running for their lives as well, some faster than she. Russet could feel the heat on her fur now; the fire was catching up. Why hadn't she started running sooner? Why had she wasted so much time looking for the others? What if she couldn't escape? It seemed like she had been running for all eternity...
Waking for real this time, Russet shuddered and sighed. She had been reliving the worst night of her life, the night she lost everything, almost every time she closed her eyes now. The first time they had start to come back, she had been terrified. So terrified that she almost dreaded going to sleep. She was used to it by now, though. That didn't mean she enjoyed having these nightmares, however; they had just become a regular nightly occurrence. She wondered why they were coming back; Russet hadn't dreamed of that night for such a long time, even if she did dream of her happy childhood, when she still had her mother and littermates.
WIP; Russet's story isn't done, but I think this should be enough to be judged tomorrow. ^^
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I do. ^^
Vellamore wrote:I promised myself I wouldn't do this ... but I had to try for one more !
Pet's ID Tag: Ninety-seven
Name You'd Choose for It: Ariadne
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've had the concept of Ariadne thought up in my mind for a while now, but I've been unable to put a face to her on my own . None of the designs I've thought up seem to be right for her . However, when I came across Syra's design, it pretty much screamed 'Ariadne .' The design is so simple, but simplicity is something my character page needs . If I win her, you can be sure that I'll spoil her with plenty of art . I do have a lot of characters, but I definitely know how to take care of them(:
History/Background/Other:
This isn't a cutesy story about a cutesy lady-wolf with a real happy personality.
Those sorts of stories aren't real. My story, however, is completely the truth.
I was born a beautiful baby, to a beautiful mother with a beautiful husband. I was their sole reason for existence. We were all super happy and perfect, et cetera et cetera blah blah blah . But the illusion of perfection is the seed of stupidity, as my parents would soon learn. We were out for a stroll, early in the morning before the sun was up. I don't remember what we were doing out there, but I assume that it was some act of spontaneity, which tempted my parents quite often. And because of their spontaneity, because of their ignorance, their self-absorption, that was the day I watched my parents die.
They got in the way of a mother blackbear, they got too close to her baby. So, she defended herself, rammed into them with all her strength, and they died because of it. I stood about twenty feet back, and watched their broken black carcasses as they lay there on the ground, their happiness taken away simply because they were too fragile. But the bear, she wasn't a cruel creature. She hadn't meant to kill them, it was merely her instinct, it was what she was supposed to do. It was my father's fault for not picking up the scent of the bears, my mother's fault for not watching where she walked. And the bear pitied me, I suppose, seeing as I was barely six weeks at the time, and she invited me into her den, taking me as her own daughter.
Of course, that meant I would have to lose my tail so I wouldn't be recognized. That I didn't like so much.
But I was strong, always have been, so I clenched my teeth and made no complaint.
My new mother was called Sweets, and my new brother was Curly. They just called me Ari, and they're the only ones I ever allowed to refer to me as such. Sweets was really a good mother, for the short time I lived with her. She had lost her own daughter, Curly's real sister, when they were just newborns. So she was glad to have me around, said it made her feel like her daughter had died to give me the opportunity to live. I didn't believe that, of course; I marked it down to coincidental convenience.
In the time I spent as a blackbear, Sweets taught me how to catch salmon from the river, what berries were safe to eat, and which were not. I was a quick learner, very determined, and I pressed her for all the information she had. Meanwhile, Curly taught me how to fight. He called it playing, but what I really got from it was how to keep claws and teeth out of my skin, and how to incapacitate my opponent.
And if I could take down a bear cub almost twice my size, I would certainly live a long time. So I let him teach me.
I left my bear family a little after my first year mark; it was becoming too obvious that I wasn't a very young bear as Sweets claimed, and I didn't want them to get in trouble for keeping me around. They were sad to see me go, so I told them to wait a few months. For sure, they'd hear something about the bob-tailed maned wolf, Ariadne.
And I've been on my own for six months now. I feel it's about time I got my name to filter through the air.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Ninjutsu wrote:
Pet's ID Tag: 106.
Name You'd Choose for It: Myr.
Nickname: Playfully called, "Murmur", sometimes.
Gender: Male.
Reason You Want It: I've always wanted a leopard character, whether it be a snow leopard or regular leopard. When I saw this boy, I immediately knew that I had to go for him. I had been debating on which donation to go for and as soon as I saw him, I knew that I would have to try for him. I immediately saw his story unfolding before me and knew that I would have to write it out. He would be featured in stories involving the Shinigami wolf pack that I'm going to create soon. To me, he looks like a very spiritual type of feline with some special power. His bubbly picture and stunning blue eyes reeled me in the moment I saw him. I knew that he would be a perfect little guy to release my inner ideas on with stories of how he got his powers and what’s going on in his adorable little head. I usually have troubles coming up with names for my characters, but as soon as I saw him, I thought, “Myr”, we just had an immediate connection, as cheesy as that sounds. <3 I'll definitely get plenty of art of him, I mean, how could I not with such a wonderful design? He'd also be written about and doodled all over my school notes. He'd have a nice home in my character thread and would be much loved and welcomed among my current characters. ^^
History/Background/Other:
Personality: Myr is rather spunky; he has a positive view of life. He can be feisty at times; he’s good at getting what he wants. He’s often found playing around, daring himself to beat his self-set records. He’s easy to make friends with; outgoing and kindhearted. Although, he can be defensive if ever questioned and always tries to push himself to his full potential. This drive gives him a lot of energy, even if he doesn’t have it to spare, his brain makes him think he does. He’s known for pulling or straining his muscles. Myr likes to prove what he can do to others. He always wants to be looked up to and hates to get in trouble; the thought of being in trouble sends his heart plummeting into his stomach. Myr likes to be trusted, and has a strange sense of what others think of him, whether it be good or bad. Myr can be a bit overbearing at times, but for good reasons. He likes to try to push his loved ones into doing the best that they can do and to never give up. In general, Myr means well, he’s your typical heroic type, always wanting to rush in and save everyone. Though, that can’t always happen, because sometimes, Myr doubts himself, and when he does, it affects him greatly, causing him to go into a state of lethargy until he figures out what he’s doing wrong. He’s a rather spiritual snow leopard, in tune with his feelings and will often sit alone and reflect upon them every day.
Likes: Clouds, Snow, Sliding on Ice, Bellflowers, Leaping Gaps, Playing with Friends, Adrenaline Rushes, Sleeping, Dreaming, Watching the Sky, Evergreen Trees, Being High Off the Ground, Gemstones, Flutes.
Dislikes: Blood, Illness, Being Doubted, Being Criticized, Getting Lost, Really Hot Days, Barren Landscapes, Being Restrained, Cages, Being Frightened, Unkind Animals or People.
Special Note: Has Basiphobia. (Fear of falling.)
Added Accessory: A black necklace that loops around his neck twice; it is embedded with many bloodstones. The necklace is made of Eastern Dragon mane and lotus stems. It was given to him by Byakko to help control his powers.
Special Powers: Myr has a few abilities. Firstly, he is able to “go to sleep” and detach his soul from his body. His body is in extreme danger when he does this, but his soul is able to fly wherever it wants to go; only the supernatural and gods can see his spirit when he breaks it away from his body. He is also able to see shinigami (death angels) with his special vision, whether he tries to or not, he can see and communicate with them. Lastly, he can sense another animal or person’s problems if he touches them. Usually, visions from their past memories flow into him. When he experiences one’s extreme hurt, this often leaves him weak. When using this part of his power, his eyes glow bright white-blue. The necklace he wears allows him to touch others without sensing their issues. (The necklace only works 70% of the time.) It also doesn’t allow his spirit to drift away when he sleeps.
Backstory:
Suddenly, I felt it; my worst fear was happening, right here, right now. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. My necklace, the one that caused my spirit to cling to me and allowed me to touch others without fainting was slipping from my neck. My weight shifted backwards, slowly… slowly… My front paws left the ground and my jaw began to part for the desperate yell that was about to explode from my air-filled lungs. My heart was probably going a million miles a minute, but I could only feel it pulsing slowly… Thrum… thrum… thrum… And then… My whole life, all of those important events, flashed before my eyes…
I remember being born in the frigid mountains, somewhere far, far away from civilization. I could easily bound down the mountain in about five minutes and hit a small alpine grove. I remember mother and father teaching me how to hunt and fend for myself. By the time I was one year old I was ready to live on my own. My parents always knew I was different, but I didn't. I thought I was just dreaming when my soul left my body. I didn't obtain the power to look into others' pasts until I was about three. I didn't know what shinigami were until I was two. I've just had the powers since I was born... two of them at least. It all seemed normal, to me, a young snow leopard. Now I'm only four and I think I'm falling to my death. I had so much ahead of me... But... now...? I don't know. It's not happening fast at all, I'm kind of floating out of myself at this point. At least I think my soul has left my body. I'm so disoriented, I hate falling. I actually have a phobia of it because when I was a cub, I was pushed by a playmate accidentally into the freezing lake in the middle of the forest grove. I nearly died that day. Ever since then I've had a massive fear of falling down. Felines are supposed to be graceful aren't they?
Shinigami are amazing creatures... They track down lost souls, kill those who need to be killed, solve mysteries involving death. Though they're death angels, they're actually pretty nice. I've spoken with a few in my life... The first time I spoke to one was when I was just a cub. The shinigami was horrified because it thought it had disappeared and its powers were malfunctioning. But that wasn't true, it's just my special eyes that can see them. Mortals can usually only see shinigami if the shinigami wants them to see. Usually before you die, I think.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Umm, WIP, I'm still waiting on a reply from Tripp permission-wise... ;D
Theyru wrote:Pet's ID Tag: 110
Name You'd Choose for It: Ginge (Pronounced Jin-Gee)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I completely fell in love with the attitude he has. Even be just looking at the picture you can see that this cat has personality. He's a trouble maker and a sweet-heart, in my eyes. He will fit in great with my gang of characters, whom will be present in the story, and I just love his design. After all, I have a bit of weakness for cats. <3
Likes:
Big cities: He loves all the people and the noise and all the places to go.
Food: Ginge loves to eat, cook, and watch others eat. He secretly wants to be a chef.
His Friends: This may seem like a no-brainer, but Ginge takes having friends very seriously. If someone insults them, Ginge will probably fight to defend their honor.
Fire: He's a bit of a pyromaniac. Nothing to serious, though.
Clear days that are windy: Days like this make him feel alive.
Dislikes:
Overcast and rainy days: Days like these make him feel depressed and alone.
Being alone: In his story, he is alone for a long time, and he hates it.
Secrets: He has trouble keeping them, and they bother him to no end.
Blood: He has a phobia of it.
His Beliefs
Ginge's belief system is based strongly on luck and Karma. He thinks that there are two spirits that govern own world: The God Chi (Pronounced ch-i. i as in y) who gives karma to those whom deserve it, and hie wife the Goddess Nawe (Pronounced Naw-Way) whom randomly distributes luck among those of the earth. The reason I'm telling you this is because I will make several mentions to them in the story.
Personality: Ginge is really still a kitten at heart. He's still wanting to have someone come in and kiss him good-night, he's still hoping that one day, his mother will come walking down the path with his brother and sister, he's still mourning their deaths. And through all this emotion, Ginge's personality was foraged. The books where the hero looses their family, friends, and pets, yet still come out with a smile on their faces is a cruel lie compared to reality. Ginge's personality is a very difficult thing to understand, but here is the gist of it: He lives. When faced with something sad, he cries. When something makes him angry, he makes it known. When a friend gives him a compliment, he smiles. He once tried to build a shell around himself, but those days are gone. One thing is certain though, He is Ginge.
My Story:
I was just a kitten when it happened, that awful scene will haunt me for the rest of my days, the day when They invaded our home. I had been born about two month prior to the invasion. My Mother, Sister, Brother, and I lived in a beautiful forest near the base of a huge mountain. We lived by a small waterfall that cascaded over the edge of a stone. Beneath the stone was an indent in the rock, that my litter-mates and I called Moss Cave, for the cave was carpeted with the stuff. We went to play there often, imagining different worlds, and making up characters that lived in those worlds. This is how we first met the invaders, on one of our trips to Moss Cave.
"Ha ha!" The kitten yelled in excitement, "Can't catch me!" He and his siblings were deeply engrossed in a game of chase. Usually, these were the kind of games the kitten was bad at, but today for some reason, no one could come close to him! The Goddess of luck must be favoring me today! He thought with a happy grin. He slowed to a stop, allowing his gasping litter-mates to catch up, then shouted "Race you to Moss Cave!" and took off. He was running so fast, he was sure not even the wind could keep up with him. His fur was plastered against his skin, chilling him slightly. He rounded a corner, and then, all of the sudden, the cave came into view. It wasn't a true cave, but it was good enough for the kittens. He dashed in without hesitation, paws skidding on the slick moss beneath him "W-whoa!" He yelped. He slowly came to a stop, the turned around toward the cave entrance. "Why aren't they here yet?" He mumbled indignantly, "I always follow them when they're in the lead." He paused for a moment, then grinned, "Maybe, I'm so far ahead of them, that they aren't even close to Moss Cave yet!" This idea sounded plausible to him, so he curled up in a ball, and waited.
"Are you sure you killed them all?" a voice asked from somewhere outside the cave. the kitten's ears pricked up, What? What did he say? "Yeah, yeah. The kits were the easiest. They were running somewhere, so we just pounce on them and broke their necks." The kitten was fully awake now, but he could not comprehend what his ears were telling him. "The Mother?" The voice asked. "Dead as a doornail." Another replied. The kitten felt silent tears running down his face. This isn't true. He thought to himself desperately They're lying. He put his head in his paws and lay there crying softly. B-but today was my lucky day..... The voice spoke again, "Well, this assignment's done, let's head home." Other voices sounded their agreement, and they left. None of them ever knew that their assignment had not been completed, and that they had left a small, orphaned kitten in a cave, completely, and utterly alone.
"Mooothhheerr!" The kitten cried out pitifully. "Sissstterr! Brrootthheerr!" He gasped for breath, then wailed, "Where are you? Stop playing games, please, it's not funny!" KRAACK! KA-BOOOOM! Thunder sounded from right over his head. The kitten started, then looked up. At first, he only saw the stormy sky above him, but as he continued to look through the tree branches, something caught his eye. At first, the things only seemed to be three sacks, one bigger one, and two smaller ones, hanging from the branches. But as the kitten looked closer, he began to pick out details: Three tails, hanging limply from bodies that were almost beyond recognition. A droopy paw, hang off an all-but-dead body. Limp bodies that could have once belonged to...... "N-noooo!!" He screamed, "No no no!" And then he ran, so fast that none could catch him, not the wind, nor the memories of his beloved family.
The kitten ran and ran and ran. He ran until his paws were bleeding and his claws were blunted. He ran until the light from the moon on his back felt like a slab of stone on his spine. He ran until the memories of those he had so dearly loved disappeared like the morning frost from the grass. And finally, he stopped. Where am I? He thought to himself. And for that matter, who am I? And what am I doing here? The kitten looked around him. As far as he could tell, he was somewhere in the middle of a rocky tundra. The kitten shook his head, wherever he was, he needed water. He turned toward the direction he had come from. Surly there is water that way. He thought to himself. He took a step forward, but found that he could not take another step toward the way he had came. Why is that, I wonder? He thought hard, but the only image he could conjure was that of..... Blood. Blood every where. He shivered, though it must have been 90 degrees out, then turned away and walked in the opposite direction.
It was so hot out, the kitten was sure he'd die of heat exhaustion. There was no shelter, no place to lie low to wait out the rage of the sun, nothing to eat but scrub bushes, but most importantly, there was no water. This thought tortured the kitten's world every day that he went without it. Just a little bit of water, he thought to himself, Just the tiniest sip, and I'd be happy. But what was almost worse than the lack of good food, shelter, and even water, was the lack of companionship. The kitten dearly missed friends, though he didn't recall having any before. But sometimes, when he really tried, he heard the sound of laughter in his head, and a voice saying, "Can't catch me!" The kitten longed for something to talk to, sometimes, he missed it so much that he talked to a stone or a bush, but it wasn't the same. Finally, the little kitten couldn't walk any longer. Finally, the need for water had made his progress along the tundra come to a halt. Finally, the loneliness was more than he could bare. Finally, he collapsed on the hard rocky ground, without a soul to love or care about him. Before the darkness completely took over his mind, he had one last thought that he murmured to the heavens, "Oh Chi, god of Karma, what did I ever do to deserve such a life?"
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I really do ^^
Major Wip
So no worries, it hasn't been skipped, but it needs more work if you want the pet.
