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[wildwolfspiret]

Pet's ID Tag:
3
Image of pet
above
Name You'd Choose for It:
Lucy
Gender:
female
Reason You Want It:
Why wouldnt I want her! She is beautiful! and I just adore her designe.
History/Background/Other:
For the longest of time she lived in the kennels. untill one day, a dog broke lose and let them all out. She found ehrself out fending for heself alone. She was very thin and weak until she found some other dogs stuggling the same way. She took charge and got the dogs to venture out in the woods. to go hunting, most of the dogs thought they would not catch anything, but instead they got a few big meals. they all thanked Lucy and then starting talking abput making a pack. they asked lucy If she would be leader. She gladly said yes. Now the pack lives out in the woods hunting and stayong well fed. picking up new comeing dogs along the way rescuing some dogs from the kennals and running as the night time howlers. Lucy injoyes her life in the pack enjoying running around and giving her pack the chance to live. she holds a great responcibility at running the pack. she has always been making sure her pack was fed and healthy.
Her and her pack are one of thefew packs with a lot of shelter and a whole lot of land. They have a life supply of food, and are the greatest hunters in the land. They have fought other clans before for their food nd land. they ofter get loners coming in or will save some dogs from the kennels. Lucy has ran her pack very well and she is a great hunter.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
yes of corse

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Pet's ID Tag: #58
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It: Bella (Just the shortened version of her previous name)
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She is a beautiful character with a simple but pretty design with lovely, gentle colours ^ - ^
History/Background/Other: I was walking home from a long day at work through the woods. I never went this way, but my tired legs had taken to them. I was wondering how long the line of trees ahead of me was and how long it would take for me to get when I heard a soft russle behind me. I spun round immidately to see what had made the noice, my eyes wide and my heat beating fast.

I stopped and stared. A tiny pale-coloured kitten lay, curled up, among the leaves on the side of the path, watching me with wide, scared eyes. She was thin, cold and frightened but she seemed to trust me. I put my hand out to her, expecting her to turn and flee, but to my surprise, she padded forward slowly, her body pressed down close to the ground. I put my hands round her body and picked her up carefully and held her close, trying to warm her up. I took her to the adoption centre near my home, hoping they would agree to fix her up and find her a home.

A week after I left the tiny kitten with the adoption centre I still couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't take her home with me as my flat owner had forbidden anyone who lived or stayed in the building to have pets. But I didn't care. I had made my decsion.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I do ^ - ~

[Tripp]

nudging this up

sorry i didnt do drop :C currently on call, gonna have a son hopefully this week.

[Rosalind]

nudging this up

sorry i didnt do drop :C currently on call, gonna have a son hopefully this week.

Oh boy, congrats Tripp!!

I felt like doing some revamps, hope this encourages some people to adopt! ;D
Kennel number #26
Old image

Revamp version

where you got the lineart
Right here.

Kennel number #64
Old image

Revamp version

where you got the lineart
Right here.

Kennel number #66
Old image

Revamp version

where you got the lineart
Right here.

[Tammanae]

Code Drop Form List

Woot, new week. Yet another list for the staff to use for the Code Drop this next week~ Seeing as how people seem to confuse this with the regular code drop, I will explain here, so please make sure to read. This list is not the Code Drop, but simply a list of me collecting forms at a steadier pace as to make sure no one gets accidentally skipped over, and to make the judging a little easier come Saturday. ;3 As always, do not quote or edit this post yourself, as I am the one in charge of this, and doing so will only be confusing and spamming for both me and the rest of the staff. Please remember that if you are trying out for the same character again this week, you must repost your form~

Kennel 3

wildwolfspiret

Kennel 5

Bubbles.

Kennel 45

CandyGirl120

Kennel 58

Pinkie Dash

[laila,]

[size=85][center]Creature's Name:
Milkshake
Image:

Code:

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http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=869617&size=large&format=png&rev=2

Preferences:
I would like him to be used and not thrown away. Tiny design edits are allowed :3
Link Art Link:
Here.
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

Nope, I made him myself.

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Creature's Name:
Chaos
Image:

Code:

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http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=912829&size=large&format=png&rev=1

Preferences:
Nothing much, just don't breed her.
Link Art Link:
Here.
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

I made her myself

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Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #21: Makuu

Name You'd Choose for It:
Stellaluna
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I want her because I love anthros and she is absolutly beautiful! I love her design and her colors! I love how her red nails stick out so much. Shes just so unique!
History/Background/Other:
Personality:
Stellaluna - or Stella as she prefers to be called, has always been a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. She's always been rather carefree and laid back half of the time, but there are other times when she's downright serious. And during her serious moments she can get frightening. She sees herself as a guardian type, you know the kind. "Defend the weak..." "Do the right thing" That kind of guardian. She's always sticking up for people who can't stand up for themselves and she's paid for it more than once. She's lost friends, gotten into fights and been through hell for the sake of a stranger. But none of that's ever brought this girl down from her perpetual joy. She's absolutely in love and in tune with nature thanks to her journies with her tribe.

Background/History:
Stellaluna was born in a small tribe out on the plateau of Gilgamesh. Her people were highly spiritual and in fact had begun to learn and master the art of channeling spirits through their bodies and using their abilities to in everyday life. Every year Stella would look forward to the inter-tribal competitions that would be held in the central plains of Gilgamesh. Many of the men from each tribe came to the plains with their best spirit partners to compete in the combat portion of the contest, but there were many others and Stella loved watching the druid contest. Made up of primarily female competitors, the druid contest consisted of those who competed to see who was the most skilled at using natural magic.

Stella herself trained in the arts of Druidry and became a rather skilled Druidess for her tribe. They relied on her magic for everything ranging from weeding the gardens to blessing the crops for harvests. She was the heart of their livelihood and then she was taken from them. Forced onto a slave trading ship she was sent around the globe to a desert country that was desperately trying to revive the plantlife. She did her best for the one who called themself her owner simply because this individual treated her very nicely. He gave her a room and made sure she had food and drink every day. When she had done all that she could, she was sent free.

Now Stella wanders the earth trying to find her tribe. It's been three years and she still hasn't made it to Gilgamesh. She can't even find anyone who knows anything about it. She has vowed to find her tribes once again, but until she does she plans on learning as much as she can outside her island to bring back to her tribe.

Likes:
The moon, Dark, Night, Woods, Horror movies, Goth, Seclusion

Dislikes
The sun, Bright colors, day time, Light, Romance movies, the city, crowds

Favorites
Food: Sushi
Drink: Bubble Tea
Season: Fall
Flower: Baby's breath
Plant: Sakura tree
animal: Vampire Bat
Time of day: Dusk/night
Activity: Exercise
Song: Stray
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[CaptainFirefly]

Pet's ID Tag:
21
Image of pet

Name You'd Choose for It:
Kachina Anaba Wyanet
(All of these are Native American; Kachina means "Sacred Dancer". This represents her love for dancing. Anaba mean "She returns from war". This represents her strong spirit and what a feirce and amazing Fightress/warrior she is. Wyanet means "Legendary Beauty". This represents her amazing, eternal beauty.
Gender:
Femme
Reason You Want It:
She's so beautiful! How could you not want her? I want her beacuase she is very beautiful and would have a terrific life with. There's an empty post waiting for her in my character thread and several potential mates lined up. I always buy tons of art for my characters. These are not reasons I want her. These are reasons I deserve her.
History/Background/Other:
It was raining that day. The thunder boomed loud and the lightning grew feircer with each strike. The rain pounded upon the cave and the wind was as though a great being up in the sky exhaled all his air towards the earth as hard as he could. Yet she did it. When she was born. She rose, baby in arms, and lept out into the horrific weather. She held her baby close, keeping her warm, not letting a droplet of rain touch her. Tighter and closer she held her as the farther they went. She finally reached the mountain top. It over looked the lone valley that thrived with the life of her people. She layed her head back, her ears followed. She opened her mouth and cried out to her people. If you looked closley you could see everyone in the large village appear out of there huts, hunters began to outline the edge of the forest, one by one appearing, there game bags only half full with rabbits and squirrels. Even the cheif stood there, at the base of the mountain, staring up hopefully at the young woman.

Her grip was still tight on the infant but she drew her body away from her, lifting her into the air, high above her head. The cheif raised his staff, wymsical eagle feathers and beads gripped around it and many little designs and animals were carved into it. The rest of the tribe raised there arms and screamed with joy. The woman gripped the new born again and began to half walk half slide down the mountain face. When she reached the ground her tribe was still cheering, the cheif ran towards her with open arms. She ran to but her arms were occupied with the tiny baby. "Lomasi! Lomasi!" he screamed to her. Lomasi was the womans name. It meant "Pretty flower". She was named this for her radiant markings and her love of flowers. She always smelt like them. A little girl appeared from behind the cheif and began to run towards Lomasi. "Mama! Mama!!" She screamed with excitment. "Cheveyo!!" she cried. Cheveyo was the cheifs name. It meant "Spiritual Warrior". He was named this for his amazing fighting skills. The best the land had ever seen. They were so amazing they were thought to be a spiritual gift. "Chilaili!" she screeched. This was the childs name. It meant "Sight of the Sun". Her eyes were so bright they practically glowed. They were yellow almost golden. They had streaks of orange and shiny specks of gold. They ran to each other and embraced one another, the tribe screaming and hollering in joy. They were safe. Finally safe. The savior, the tiny little infant was born. They would all be okay.

16 years later....


Today is a very good day. It is not only my birthday but I am to be told a secret today. A secret that my tribe has kept from me since I was first born, 16 years ago. My father, Cheveyo, my mother, Lomasi, and my older sister, Chilaili will tell me. What could the secret possibly be? I'm slightly angered with my tribe and my family. 16 years and not a word of the secret until 3 days ago. I'm also scared. What if this secret is something of my mother and father are leaving. I was from a different tribe? I was raised by bears? What?! I can think of nothing! Oh, well enough of my rambeling. I guess you'd like to know more about me or something? My name is Kachine Anaba Wynet. Kachina means "Sacred Dancer." I love to dance. Anaba means "She returns from War". I inherit my fathers fighting skills. Wynet means "Legendary Beauty". Throughout the vally I am known to be "astonishingly beautiful". I doubt that. I'm as ugly as a chard tree stump.

"Kachina!" my sisters voice breaks my thoughts, leaving them to fade away for another time. "Time to get ready!" she smiles and comes in our grand tepe. She grabbes my finest, softest pair of deer skin boots. She searches threw my jewelry basket and pulls out several bracelets, necklaces, anklets, and rings. "Don't put them on yet." she says. "The dress goes first." she informes me, looks at me, and smiles. She goes over to our side of the wigwam and looks through her dresses. She picks out a very beautiful one, one she only wears on very important and special occasions. She comes over to me and lays it across my lap. "Here. Its yours now. It was for my future daughter, but you deserve it now. Especially for this occasion." she tells me and walks over to another area of the 'house'. Wow! Its mine now. The dress was worn by my ancestors. By many great Warrioress'. Worn by my mother the day I was born.

I stripped of my clothes and carefully hung the dress upon my body. It was made of the softest deer skin I've ever felt. The pelt itself was bleached white. The dress draped to my knees. The middle of the dress was longer than the sides, therefore most of my bare legs were showing. I put on the skin boots. They are also bleached white, matching the dress. The lace all the way from the toe to the top of the boots. On the sides it looked like someone snipped small stripes of fabric and placed them there, its called fringe. There tiny beads laced through them. I can tell the beads are made of bone, for my father is the one who killed the bear and brought the bone for me to carve. The wasit of the dress is tight. The top of the dress looks like I wear a poncho, a very short one for that matter. It has the same fringe, laced with bear bone beads. There's fring hanging from the neckline, that dips a little to low.

My sister returns and places the jewelry on me. They beads on them are made of bone, minerals, rocks, tree bark, and other materials. She braides my hair into two long pigtails and drapes one over each shoulder. She weaves eagle feathers and wild flowers in a perfect arrangment on one side of my hair. She hurries back over to her table and retrieves a small silver hoop. She places it on my head. Its a tiara. It looks like someone took hard silver ropes and braided them. They look like vines. Here and there, there are even little silver flowers. Its so beautiful. I stand up and gentally twirl. "Your so beautiful! I think its time!" She squeekes with an exciting smile. She locks her arm around mine. "Chilaili, its not my wedding." I say, pulling away. He see slight hurt in her beaming, golden eyes and roll my own.

We lock arms again and begin to walk towards the entrance of the teepee. We walk out to see nobody. Only distance shouts at the center of the vally were everyone has gathered. I pull my arm away again and when we see people, I lock arms again. People move and make a pathway for us to the Rock. The Rock is a huge rock nesting under a large, tilted tree. Its were my mom and dad make important anouncments and other things. As we walk down the path, everyone stares at me, wide eyed. Some of there jaws have literally dropped. I see several older boys with there tongues slung out of the side of there mouths. I glare. They realize what there doing and stop. I get close enough to see my mom and dads face. My mom has her hands over her mouth in astonishment and my father just stares wide eyed. I notice tears begin to stream down her face and I see my father wipe a droplet away from his eye and look away from the crowd. Me and my sister climb up the rock with grace. We reach the top and balance each other out then let go of each others arms. There is a long silence as everyone stares upon me, even my parents and my sister. My sister smiles at me. My dad looks toward the crowd and they snap out of there trance and look to him. My mother and sister do the same, so do I. He begins to speak.

WIP
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes, I do understand. And if I may ever no longer want her, she is to be returned here.

[Tripp]

update: Our son has made it home, he was born wendsday at 9:38 am and weighed a nice 7 pounds and 13 ounces c:

[Nuregami]

On the terms of donating; Can we donate more than one at a time?
I'm starting over on all my characters, and some I got here and I need to donate them back here.