Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[keydemon]

Gah, I'm so sorry I have to do this, but I just don't think I can take care of him anymore, no connection and I don't use him. I feel like someone else can give him a way better home. D:

b]I am looking to donate...[/b]
Image:

Name: Louis
Gender: Male
Species: American Alligator.
Preferences: Umm. I'm not sure what -3B-'s original ones were... xD You should probably ask her. o.x;;
By submitting this form, I, Ninjutsu, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.

[Desmond]

Preferences: Must get attention and have a home in a thread or site. No design changes.

There we go. Sorry to see him come back! But I do understand.

[albinoBroccoli]

I haven't been here in a while. I used to be firestar398 and my character was in Kennel 1. Just wanted you guys to know about my username change, and that the new lineart doesn't look exactly like the one I originally made, and I was wondering if it was meant to be changed or just the fault of the colorer. Thanks.

[siilence]

Kennel: 53
Section: common animals
Name: Taiga
Breed: Mutt
Age: 1 year old
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I really LOVE this animals design, and I will get heaps of art of him
Personality:
Boisterous, playful, hypo. Very intelligent.
Dislikes&Likes:
He LOVES cookies! They are his absolute FAV thing! He is very fit, and loves to run.
History/Backround:
Me and Lark were going for a walk threw the new park down the street,
Little did we no that this day would change our lives.
So, anyway, we sat down and ate our lunch on the brand new plastic seats. Lark gave me a look, and went off to go sniffing. If you didn't already know, Lark and I are very close. I could tell what she was saying just by looking her in the eye.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw Larks creamy brown coat, glistening in the dazzling sunlight, as she was greeting another dog... Wait, another dog? I thought.
I looked closer.
Sure enough, there were two dogs.
The other mutt had a brown coat, with a cream belly and dark brown muzzle, feet and ears. He had electric blue tiger stries on his legs.
The boisterous pup was frolicking on the lushes green grass, while snapping at the overpassing diamonds of a stray dragonflies wings.

Taiga, I immediately thought, was his name.

Art: WIP
Other: I really hope I get this adorable puppy!

[Desmond]

I haven't been here in a while. I used to be firestar398 and my character was in Kennel 1. Just wanted you guys to know about my username change, and that the new lineart doesn't look exactly like the one I originally made, and I was wondering if it was meant to be changed or just the fault of the colorer. Thanks. :)

That was a purposeful attempt on the revamper's part to make it more eye-catching, in hopes that it'd improve the chances of it getting adopted- which is the point of the revamp itself.

[albinoBroccoli]

I haven't been here in a while. I used to be firestar398 and my character was in Kennel 1. Just wanted you guys to know about my username change, and that the new lineart doesn't look exactly like the one I originally made, and I was wondering if it was meant to be changed or just the fault of the colorer. Thanks.

That was a purposeful attempt on the revamper's part to make it more eye-catching, in hopes that it'd improve the chances of it getting adopted- which is the point of the revamp itself.

Okay, I've just never donated much before. Thanks for telling me.

[eternalglitch]

Kennel: P55

Section: Common Animals

Name: Green Night

Breed: Mutt; A dog mix as well as some polluted chemicals in him.

Age: 12 Years

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I saw him. I fell in love with him. And he has stolen my heart. I will draw pictures, write stories do roleplays. Whatever I CAN to make him one of my beloved pets. Who knows, My fursona hasnt found a mate yet...

Personality: A bit of an Army guy. Brave and Daring. He loves danger, when your heart beats fast, and isnt really scared of anything. He is a little mean though, after years of neglect. He wont back down, in even the worst case scenario. But he is very loyal.

Dislikes&Likes: He loves bombs and gas, and PRANKS! He doesnt like Love, weakness and slow moving people. And babys.

History/Backround:

"Dan dan dan DAN dun dun Dun DUN! Dan dan DAN danada! Dunda!" Knight danced around his stone room, hopping on his bed and tipping over things listening to his radio.

He was only five years old. He had models of wars, weapons and bombs. He had a brown head at the time, with a normal brown body. Humming, he went out to his sisters room.

She was all black, with blue eyes. "Hi, knight." He padded over to her and sat down. She was three years old, and he licked her on the ear. "Whats wrong?" He gently asked.

She shook her head. "I made this for you..." She handed him a gasmask wich looked amazing to him. He looked at her softly. "Youre the best, sis."

They snuggled up against each other, and fell asleep.

The next day

"Princess, Knight, were going out for a bit. Will you be OK here?" Knight smiled at his parents eagerly. "Of course!" He barked, pulling his sister over for a game of tag. They played all afternoon, until there was a knock at the door.

Knight ran and cracked the cave door. Three big wolves were there. "Is this the Twilight Burn Cave?" A large purple one with odd blue swirls asked.

"Um.. Yes?" Knight asked. The wolf nodded, and a red and a black wolf stepped up. "Are you Knight?" I fidgeted, thinking I shoudnt say. But the wolf pressed close to me. "Say the truth or Ill wripe your fur off!" He snarled.

Then, they heard something. "Knight? Come on, lets play some more!" Knight looked over as Princess tottered over in horror. "No...." I raced toward her, and shoved her away as the wolves advanced. The red one leaped over and grabbed Knight by his scruff.

"NO!" Knight yelped screaming as they shoved him into a sack. "Lets go, the purple wolf sneered. "We have the pup." They started to run. Princess started screaming too, as one turned and bit her, hard.

Knight shook his head, feeling dizzy. The sack was being dragged, the bumps and lumps hurting and he looked up through the dim light. It had been hours. What was going on?

Then, the bag was tipped upside down. A large green wolf stood there. "Ahh, our test subject." He licked Knight, and grinned. "Get the human slaves to work." He snarled icilly looking at Knight. Knight shivered, and then was picked up by a human.

A human was a rare species, almost extinct. The remaining ones are slaves to do a wolves whim. However, only 50 are known left in the world.

Knight was strapped down, down to his tail. He felt them shove the toy mask hanging from his neck when he was playing with his sisters. They shoved a nozel in it, and he felt...drowzy. He fell asleep.

10 hours later

Knight moaned, and sat up. He was in a small grey room. His left hind foot hurt terribilly. Knight turned to lick it, feeling dizzy. He only noticed something was wrong when he licked air. He looked down. His leg was gone. ANd he had green fur!

The door opened. The green wolf walked in. "Too bad about that leg of yours. You had to get surgery on strength and speed, after all. That leg got infected... And now, you are the perfect wolf! Exept... they had to bleach your fur white... and the radiation turned the rest grren..."

Knight looked up, his eyes wide. He looked down. His white and green chest looked so... painful. He wanted to throw up. How had this happened so fast? He wasnt knight anymore. He was green knight.

7 years later

Green Knight looked down, at the meager meal in front of him. It was dried bugs. He ate it, and a wolf with a red body stepped in. "Subject, its time."

Green knight nodded and followed him to the fighting ring. He readied for his match with whatever they wanted him to do. Why would it matter? But this time was diffrent. The black wolf led him to the gate past the fighting ring.

"Go!" He yelped, staring at Knight with wide eyes. Green knight stared at the open door. Pawsteps were coming. And gree =n knight wasnt around when they came.

He was free!

Art: None :
NOTE: I dont have a good scanner, all color is gone!





Other: I REALLY like him. I wish one day he could be mine.

[Acaica]

Kennel:
P53
Section:
Common Creatures
Name:
Taiga
Pronounciation:
Ta-Sha
Nickname:
Tai, Tazz, and Sha
Breed:
Mutt, with some collie in his bloodlines.
Atributes:
A very faint glow of his leg markings at night. The glow changes with his mood. It is less bright when he is not very interested. It tends to be more bright when he is interested into something.
Age:
3.5 Years
Why do you want this animal? & What will you do for this animal?:
Taiga will be one of my Main characters, used in roleplays, and he will get a mate. He would be a perfect character for art and to be in my character thread. This little buggar stole my heart when I first saw him. He seems like an interesting character for one of my stories and upcoming comics. He has such pretty markings.
Personality:
Taiga is not the kind of dog to be living domesticated. He is usually off into his own world, thinking of the smallest of things. He tends to notice the little things, such as a oddly shaped rock or an abnormally colored bug. He is very adventureous and curious even though it can tend to get him into trouble. Taiga is not the most playful pup in the bunch but he can be fun to be around. He is sometimes slightly serious and does not take sarcastic jokes easily. He is very sensitive and if he were to get a mate he would have to have someone like him.
Dislikes:
He does not like loud noises, as they draw his concentration away from what he is doing. He dosent really like young pups, as they tend to annoy him and get him irritated. He does not like flirty or pushy females, or males for that matter. He dosent like birds or insects, as they confuse him with how they can fly. He hates being called anything but his name or his nicknames. Sometimes the smallest of things will upset him.
Likes:
Taiga likes exploring and getting himself into trouble, and believe it or not, he likes acting immature. He has a collection of strange rocks and things he finds on the side of the road from humans. He likes trying new things, and likes to try to invent things. He is creative. Oh, and speaking of, he is facinated by bubblewrap.
History/Background:
[I am restarting because I thought my form was weak. And a small warning for a few swares. Thanks(: ]

Prolouge

Mutts were the most common dog here. If you even dare to live here, you got guts. Strength is key, and courage is mandatory. Finding food was easy. Keeping it was rare. An outcast, is what they call the "New guys." If you are chosen to become one, you are the top enemy. Any food is fair game. Most are lucky if they make it two weeks without starving. Unless you have the guts...This, is a living hell.

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Mexico City, Mexico. Fall 2002.

Dognappers. The least of your worries. When your new, just moving involved looking in every direction for others that were waiting to kill you. Not your typical walk-in-the-park. Taiga, or Tai was mid-ranked. He was a softie. His strength helped him keep what food he could manage. His courage seemed impartial. But Hark was not a dog to be reckoned with. Hark, was a Rottweiler Pit-Bull mix, and stood at the top of the food chain. Many of the brave youngsters served him at their will. Any dog who thinks that coming here makes them a Crim, pays the price.

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'Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?'

The large-framed Hark was irritated. An outcast was here. That outcast was Taiga. Dumped here by a poor family. Hark walked up to the bulky Mutt. The massive size differece was enough to make Taiga faint. Hark glared into Taiga eyes. "A fighter. I know it. He has it in him." Hark said, scanning Taigas body for any defects. He stared into his eyes and turned, motioning for the others to follow. Taiga was too stunned to move. His deer-in-headlights look turned to anger and fear. He was an outcast now. Getting to the top is what could help him. He was starving, which meant food. He grimaced at the sight of the other Mutts stuffing their faces into a dead cat.
Art:
Clickity-Click c:
Other: WIP :P

[Not me nope]

I am looking to donate...
Image:
Name: Bilbo (change!)
Gender:male
Species: Black bear
Preferences:
-Keep spieces
- Can change name and gender
- do not get rid of hat.
-Is mainly stiched up. Do not remove markings or colours, may edit markings slightly.
- Do not adopt if it will just collect dust.
By submitting this form, I, Rebeccashe, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.

[Micki.]

Is P53 being given out this code drop?