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[*Blackberry*]

I don't think there are open at all.

[broodingtulip]

Tha's exactly what I was wondering (>.<)

[00000000]

Customs are open when the front pages says "open".

There are no breedings, it's a mere mistake on my part(it also says none).

Moon, I'm putting it up one of these days, but I would like to wait a few days, if you don't mind.
Mockingjay contacted me about Klio a long time ago, and I want you to have time to think about it: Especially if you adopt a new daeet while having one in the pound.

[Ashenjay]

Customs are open when the front pages says "open".

There are no breedings, it's a mere mistake on my part(it also says none).

Moon, I'm putting it up one of these days, but I would like to wait a few days, if you don't mind.
Mockingjay contacted me about Klio a long time ago, and I want you to have time to think about it: Especially if you adopt a new daeet while having one in the pound.

...well to me the Pound doesn't necessarily mean neglection, to me it just means giving the daeet to a better person, so it's a good thing for Koxec. . ? O U O
This is confusing and somewhat morally confusing. But, yes, Koxec. . .will be better off with another user. Sorry, but. . .yeah.
And I was thinking and I didn't really want Klio so I'm going to withdraw my form owo

[Phantom's Opera]

Username: Blissful-Life
Name of the daeet: Klio
Desired new name? Ariattni
Personality: Ariattni is a very swift and secretive daeet. She loves to be alone, near water and the rain. But when you get to know her, she will stick close to you loyally, she is very loyal. She is also very brave and will risk her life for you.
History: Ariattni was born with two other siblings, neither of which survived. She lived on the streets alone for a while, living off of scraps. Then she found paradise, a clear blue pond, next to a forest, where it rained almost every day. Her dream place! But then, she was captured and taken to the pound, her dreams vanquished.

[Areater]

Username:[/b] Areater
Name of the daeet: Klio
Desired new name?(optional) Nightlock (Like the Berry)
Personality: Shy and Gentle. She is Swift, and always Light on her feet. She's looking for love. Every time she sees a Male Daeet she always tries to look her best. She is Friendly to some Daeets, but uninterested in others. Nobody knows why for sure.
History: She was taken by a human when she was young, but she escaped. Her mom and dad both died. Her mom was killed by a human and her dad fell ill. She was born in an abandoned House. She has some living family, but she cannot find them.

[Horneddragon]

you both need to put more effort into your forms if you expect yo get that daeet <3
we dont appreciate one liners here, it makes the artists feel like their work is unappreciated <\3

[Areater]

you both need to put more effort into your forms if you expect yo get that daeet <3
we dont appreciate one liners here, it makes the artists feel like their work is unappreciated <\3

Sorry. I was in a rush. It is an amazing drawing, The Black so Vivid against the White. Whoever gets her is very lucky!

[Horneddragon]

you have quite a wile, i think till the judging of Klio, though Jay has yet to set the date. Normally with poundies the bigger and more detailed the better.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

Username:
The Maurader's Map
Name of the daeet:
Klio
Desired new name?
Padme
Personality:
Fierce, loyal, determined and powerful, Padme is definatly a force to be recognized. Wearing an air of royalty and dignity that few others could hold with her troubled past, the midnight black, white, and gray female Daeet is definatly not weak of heart and mind. A quiet and controled exterior sometimes suprise even Padme herself, considering the wasteland that was her life and now haunts her dreams. Often waking up screaming in the night, the Daeet usually sleeps far away from others so that they aren't woken up by her shrieks of terror from the monsters in her head. Padme is quick to laugh and joke, with a little bit of friendly behavior from her companions, as she is sensitive to insult, though she dishes them out quickly enough. Ironic, right? A lover, her heart may be larger than her social span, and including things like snow, the stars, the Moon, and company. She also has a burning passion for old, vintage things- cars, vases, old T.V's, Whirly Pop's, her favorite old thing being a 1957 red Chevy convertable. Like turns to obsession there, and it's a little creepy. But, no matter what she's put through, Padme keeps a level head, a sharp tounge, and a nice swagger.

Nothing can stop her, powered by a deep drive for some unknown reason, Padme is a deep thinker and plans out each step of any 'operation' that she does as if her life depends on it. Usually it does, and several others, too. She is controlled and quiet around those that don't know her for the exuberant Daeet that she is, passionate and firey with intelligence and justice. Queen-like when in somber places, a wild creature in party atmospheres, Luna is a living being. There are more than just one or two reasons to her personality. She doesn't have Multiple Personality Disorder, but helps those who do, or did. It may be her connection, but she lets them see what is real or not real, the hijacked part of life is one that she navigates easily and with a simple grace and clarity. Padme keeps focused on one task, one thing for her mind to process in the chaos of the whirl of the 'rat race' or as she calls it. She is a screamer, a singer, and a brave warrior, though hot-headed, a little brash when her friends are in danger or if she is more worried about their lives than normaly. Padme isn't throwing her and every one she loves lives away with both hands- or paws, as it is -she's living in the moment, and her life to the fullest.
History:
The black, gray, and white young Daeet raised her head. Something was wrong. She didn't know what it was, but it was a deep hurt. Lifting her body on slim legs, feet wavering, afraid of what was ahead. Well, better to be killed a warrior's death than one of a cowering snivelus. Gritting her teeth, Padme crept forth, one step. Two. Three. Many more. A soft voice sounded behind her,
"I wouldn't do that if I was your, you will only find pain if you view that scene," and like a lady, Padme lept into the air in fright, swirling around and gracefully landed on her 'attacker'.
"What do you want?" she growled, leaping away as if she had just landed on a squirming nest of maggots. The male was. . . there and not there. He was clearly there, he was standing just to her left. But, he was transparent and the slightest shift in light rendered him invisable. "What are you?" Padme asked, not caring about being kind and manerly at this point. He smirked.
"You really don't know, Padme?" She shook her head, feeling stupid. He grinned. "I suppose that that's for the best, my dear. The truth would make you afraid of me, and I don't want that. Yet," Turning away from him, Padme sniffed,
"I suppose that it makes you feel secure, knowing who you are. It's a great thing, you know," came her sneering reply. Laughing.
"It is, Padme. Lucky for me, I know who you are too," But one should never underestimate the power of a smallish female Daeet, especially when one's target is unprepared. Landing in a heap behind him, Padme raised herself off the ground. He had vanished.
"Where are you coward! Stand and fight me, you pitiful excuse for a Daeet!" She roared angrilly into the great big nothing. A deafening silence followed her outburst. Flinging herself onto the ground, Padme pushed her head fur out of her eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over her like a wave, calming her sudden anger like water on a fire.

Sighing, the Daeet stood and padded slowly into the clearing where the spirit had told her not to go. One step in, and a box dropped from the canopy of leaves, and Padme was trapped. Thrashing about, she spewed the most vile words that came to mind, as something sharp pricked her rump.

Everything

Went

Black.

Waking up in a cage. Being fed. Sleeping. Flat faces looking at her. Talking in a strange garbled way. Where was she? Then, Padme saw the sign, and understood. The Pound. He was right. She would never get to the wild again. Dipping her head, Padme acknowlaged that he was right.