Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[AlbertaBound]

If anyone has time, could you please read through this and offer any suggestions? Thank you to all that do.

Really nice work! *sigh* I love Romeo and Juliet type stories.

[Lady Masquerade]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture: Below me
Name: Misty
Species: Wolf
Personality: Misty is a wolf full of fears, once hearing a snap her hides or hears yelling she shouts.Though she loves thundersotrms. She has 3 sides, the brave agry mean side, the smart nice side, and the shy quiet side which is what she is most of the times.As I said befour shes a shy quiet clam wolf, she would trade crowds for a quiet spot under a willow tree or sa stream anyday.
Likes: Misty loves the wind and breeze.Quiet calm places, a meadow shady spots, by a stream. She loves the night times and enjoys thunder storms.She wants every one to like her fofr who she really is. And indians.
Dislikes: Misty hates hunters for they killed her family, she also hates the fact that shes blind in one eye and can't see. Snaps remind her of hunters and yelling makes her mad, she hates fights, and bets.She wishes things could live in peace.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot): Her mom nursed her umtil she was 7 months old, after that same day her mom went out and Misty heard a gun and after that her mom never came back. A indian named Black Hawk heard her cries for help and took her home, nursing her and taking care of her she formed a bond with the wind.So he called her Misty, Black Hawk took care of Misty until she was 1 year old.He knew it was time for her to grow up and start her own life.He said his goodbyes and she lets off. About 5 weeks later she was attacked by a grizzly and lived but he clawed her eye making her go blind. Now She is 2 years and living the life she is today.

[! october]

I would like to adopt!

Number: #13
Picture:


Name: Polly (Polyphemus is her full name)
Species: Wolf

Personality: Polly is friendly and entergetic. She cares about what others think of her, which can make it hard for her to be Kingfisher's friend at times. She often tries to get members of the pack to like Kingfisher better, but they refuse to change. Polly struggles with her feelings, she cares about Kingfisher, but if she wasn't his friend she would probably be the most popular wolf in the pack. She's very empathetic, so she understands about Kingfisher's affinty for water; which makes her such a great friend for him.

Likes: Polly treasures her leaf necklace and bracelet, both are presents from a friend. She also likes being part of a group and being accepted. She values her friends, expecially Kingfisher. Running and being in the forest are her two favorite things.

Dislikes: Polly dislikes bullies and pack members that tease Kingfisher; or that tease her since she's friends with Kingfisher. She also dislikes cold weather and Fawn; the other female in competition for Kingfisher.

Background: Polly grew up in the same pack as Kingfisher. She became fiends with him when they were pups, and the relationship stuck. Her parents were higher up members in the pack, which caused her to be popular and well-liked. When she realized that the pack didn't feel the same way about Kingfisher, she began to struggle with their friendship. Kingfisher ended up giving her a leaf necklace and bracelet, trying to win back his closest friend. After that, she didn't doubt their friendship ever again, realizing just how special Kingfisher actually was to her. Apart from their training, Polly spent a lot of time with Kingfisher at the lake, his favorite place. As she grew closer to him, she drew farther away from her old friends, who only teased her and Kingfisher. After a while, Polly became friends with Fawn, a pretty brown female with white speckles and dark brown eyes.

Fawn ended up becoming friends with Kingfisher through Polly. Fawn was included on their little adventures, and ended up falling for Kingfisher. This hurt Polly, she felt betrayed by Fawn; for by this point she also loved Kingfisher. Fawn and Polly quickly became enemies, both competing for Kingfisher's attention; while Kingfisher truely didn't know who he was attracted to....
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For no reason, Polly woke up. It was the middle of the night, and the moon was shining through the enterance of the den. She stood up quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping wolves around her. Kingfisher's nest was empty, she realized as she blinked herself awake. In the nest next to Kingfisher's, Fawn slept soundly. Polly bared her teeth at the other young female before she snuck out of the den. She scented the air, and began to follow Kingfisher' s scent; which she knew would lead her to the lake.

She padded out of the forest, and stopped in awe. The full moon and stars were reflected on the water, and fireflies danced at the edge of the forest. Kingfisher was sitting on the bank, so she padded over and sat down next to him.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he whispered, his mismatched eyes lit up. Polly nodded, longing to lean against him and touch his muzzle with her own. The sad thing was, if Fawn hadn't intruded, she would be able to do those things. He met her golden gaze and asked, "Polly, what's wrong?" His voice was full of concern, as were his eyes, blue and green... just like the lake... She could have stared at him like that forever. "Polly? Are you okay?" he asked again, more urgently.
"Yeah, fine..." she responded as she shook herself out of her trance. Why couldn't she just say the words? Tell him what was wrong, how she felt? Suddenly all of her emotions burst forth, and she cried, "Nothing's okay, Kingfisher! Nothing! Nothing has been okay since Fawn became your friend. She loves you! And you love her! I thought that I was your friend, that we would be together forever! Obviously I was wrong. You don't love me now, and you never have!"

Kingfisher drew back, hurt in his eyes. "What?! Polly, you know that's not true!" Polly stood up and lashed her tail angrily.
"No Kingfisher. It is true," Polly snarled at him. Suddenly the hateful feelings withdrew from her mind, and she sat back down, stunned and emotionally hurt. Kingfisher realized the disstress his friend was in, and quickly padded over to her side and sat down.
"Polly..." he started, but didn't know what to say. Instead of speaking, he pressed his muzzle to her's and twined their tails together; praying that these gestures of affection toward her would help. Polly leaned against him and presed her own muzzle back.
"Kingfisher... I love you," she whispered after she withdrew. The other wolf gazed at her, but said nothing; for he didn't know what to say.

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Ta-da! An example of my work, though I definently could do better.






This is Kingfisher, mentioned in Polly's application. His own application can be viewed on page 121. I'm currently writing a story about him, and I would love to revise it to include Polly as another main character.

[loquacious]

I would like to adopt!
Number:4
Picture:
Name:Abikanile
Species:black backed jackal/dog
Personality: Being kept in a closed in space for the beginning of her life, as it seems to Abi, she always has been alone. Really, she just doesn't want anyone to talk too, so she talks to herself. She likes talking to herself. She can be sweet but Abikanile is very stand-offish. She feels she can almost not trust anyone. The only soul in her life is her own, does she regret that she left her tribe? Not at all. That she left her family that they thought she loved them when really, she hated being with so many life forms? No.

Abikainile meaning 'listen' in her tribal tongue, fits with her personality very well, if she happens to find someone that she can talk to and not feel utterly queasy, Abi could listen to that someone as long as they wanted. Her personality would take a walk down a new road. But, so far, no one has passed that test. As for now the only thing that Abikanile listens to is the wind and rustle of leaves.

Abikanile's heart is not made out of pure stone, as I said before, she can be sweet. Her soft spot is probably human children. The people who kept her siblings had a human child. Whom Abi adored, the little humans sounds would even make the young jackal/dog's heart burst with love. Love is one of the many rare feelings that have passed in Abi's life. It seems that only that chubby child made her heart melt. Who knows if it was just that child? or just any little human?

Abi's blind eye does not stop her. Even though it may be at a moment where she wishes she didn't ever appear on earth,
it doesn't really mind her as much as it would to someone. Sometimes when she is sleeping Abikanile can see in her dreams through both of her eyes. The jackal/dog can look at her right side without turning her entire head.
Likes:
Leaves. Abi loves the sound that they make as she steps on them with her paws, the colors that they are in the autumn and the movement of them as the leaves catch a ride a brisk wind.

She loves snow. She loves it when her paw makes the first print in the thick white blanket. Her paws don't mind the cold, for her brain tells her not to worry about the freezing perspiration.

Dislikes:
Abi hates really crowded places. Like, if she was in a room with sixteen people she would just find a way to get out. She would freak out and constantly try to get away.

The smell of paint kills her, Abi just hates the smell of paints. The toxic fumes sinking in her fur and sifting into her nose? Ew. After she is around paint, Abi bolts to the closest water and douses herself with it until the smell is gone.

Another dislike she has, is the smell of blood. For some reason, it hits off emotions for her. She feels the emotion of that the animal/person felt when they were dying.

Background:
"Abi? Abi get over here now!" Her mother hissed at the young pup which was scratching at the door of the warm hut. "But Mum! Theirs snow outside!" The jackal mother had been bred with one of the tribal dogs. A terrible breeding, for it gave off effects to her pups. Abikanile received a blind eye, Dakarai's back foot was clubbed and Gamba had only one ear. Abi didn't seem to be bothered by her eye, but Dakarai and Gamba's problems were almost killing them. Abi didn't give a crap about her brothers at all. Finally, when Abi was a little older, she was allowed out of the crowded hut. She breathed in the fresh air. She didn't talk at all. Not to anyone, not even her family. In fact, Abi's family scared her. She was scared of her own family. Somehow, that didn't feel right to her. It wasn't her fault that she didn't like to talking to anyone. Anyways, even if she tried to talk to other animals or people, Abi would instantly feel sick. The young mammal would puke in an corner. Abi walked into the brush near the tribal camp, there were leaves everywhere. She pounced happily on one and heard the crunch of the leaves bones. She did this for a while until she heard a squeak then complete silence. The young female padded towards the sound. What did she find? A dead mouse. In a puddle of blood. She leaned over, sniffed the red substance and her pink nose crinkled "Yucky" Abikanile then got the strangest sensation to lick some of the blood. She did so, a crowd of pictures and feelings washed over her. It was a feeling. Abi realized that her neck fur was standing on end. The emotion was fright. That was when she discovered that, she, Abikanile could feel emotions of life forms, just by tasting their blood.

I'm going to work on more later, I'm so tired right now -__-

updated it a bit

[the d]

DONATION!
Picture: http://i45.tinypic.com/29cp8ok.jpg
Name: You pick
Species: Canine, dog, Border collie. (It will stay that way too!)
Link to lineart: http://anbu-flashez.deviantart.com/art/ ... -109207137
Any extra conditions?: If you are not using it, please give her back to me. This was a lot of work.
MAY NOT be used as a fursona or mate for a fursona.

[.kestral]

When does this end? I gotta write a form for 9 yet

[Spotty]

It ends this weekend, but I'm not sure which day. It depends on when Atwood and Wendigo have time I suppose. It might be friday night too... Hm. I would type up my form as soon as possible either way.

[tennisbutt]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 16
Picture:
Name: Browny
Species: Serval or a tiger
Personality: Fun and playful. Like to play pranks on people but always makes up later. Gets really hyper sometimes
Likes: Running around, sports.
Dislikes: resting, won't go to sleep at night time
Background: The African plains or in a tropical rainforest

Still editing

[AlbertaBound]

DONATION!
Picture:
The symbol is based off of this:
meaning water. Both his eyes and the marking glow.
Name:
Species: Kelpie (Water Horse) or an Elemental horse
Link to lineart: http://codiciosa.deviantart.com/art/Shi ... -127112166
Any extra conditions?: (I'll just copy Spotty's ) May not be adopted as a fursona or mate for your fursona. Don't adopt away after, if you don't want it no more or forget about it send it back to AlbertaBound. Design may not be changed, but small assessories and the like may be added. But please, NO WINGS! He's a water horse, not a pegasus. You may not edit the original image. Please give me credit for the design, and have an idea of what you're going to do with him.
I'd like you to get art of the character and give it a topic of it's own or a part at your existing topic for housing your characters.


So, do you guys like him?

[.kestral]

Ok, thanks Spotty