Move to new thread! MOD PLEASE LOCK!

[Coy]

Oh. Ok Thanks!

[TheScamperPony]

Cool! *Batles for horse*

[Araviir]

you're not allowed to post forms for adopts that aren't up yet, no matter if you edit it later, it's against the rules.

[amato]

Hey Guys, I have Changed my Name to .: Seaturtle :. From Ans. Im only telling You guys so I dont Confuse you.

[Ebonpyre]

Pet's ID Tag: 51
Name You'd Choose for It: A Better Dream, informally called Aima
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Her colors and markings blend together beautifully, in both a natural and unique way, and she looks like a good relative to another character of mine, Relief of Angels. Aima seems to have a compelling look about her, and I can't help but try out for her. She will have many stories written about her, from her role in the main story Trust in Dawn, to varied drabbles and short stories.

History/Background/Other:

((Note: The character I'm applying for, in my story, was born with a mental problem due to issues during her mother's pregnancy. By the time she is an adult, it has cleared up some, but she can still have troubles remembering things, especially events in her youth. At the beggining of the following history, where she is a pup, her thoughts are extremely muddled at times. Since this is a first person stream-of-conscious story excerpt, it will be written in her own thoughts, so I apologize for the confusion. Hopefully her thoughts as an adult will clear up what is not understood in the former parts.))

The first tangible memory I have is that of warmth, of nestling against my mother's side with my siblings. I remember the smell of my mother, a barely palpable scent that I couldn't quite place. It was peaceful, and for the first few weeks of my life, care knew not my name.

The time after that is a vague blur, a tantalizing hint of a memory that slips from my grasp every time I reach for it. All I know of those three months of my life is what I've been told afterwards; my two brothers were taken away, and I was the one kept with my parents. Sold, my father told me, they were sold. To go with another human. He insisted that they were happy, so I accepted the fact, and thought little more of it at the time.

My life was predictable, and I liked it that way. The human talking to me (though I assumed she spoke more to herself), listening absently to my parents, the occassional times we left the security of the human's shelter. I hated those times, for they were always followed by cold metal against my skin, a sharp pain, and a room that looked like a skeleton bleached white in the sun.

Once, when I was still little and my thoughts were muddled at their worst, I remember going out, under the swath of sky and unfamiliar heat of the sun with my mother. The cadence of our soft pawsteps treading against the concrete, paired with the heat from the unfamiliar sun, tried to lull me into sleep. Though I kept walking, my mind numbed more than usual, and I went in a trance-like state for a while. I remained as such until a rough voice snapped me out of my reverie, and I had my first moment of true clarity.

"Distant?"

The male looked as startled as I did, though his sheer size made me take several steps back out of instinct, letting my mother stay between us. From the relative safety there, I examined the stranger. His ragged, dark brown fur was streaked with black stripes and mud, and ruffled slightly around his unhealthily slim form in the breeze. The fur looked to be growing the wrong way in places, before I realized it was disturbed by slight scars, invisible beneath the hair. My eyes trailed from a nick in his ear to his green eyes, though they didn't meet mine, but my mother's.

She cast a glance back at me, then returned her steady gaze to the larger male.

"Damaid." She said curtly. Damaid, I thought, confused. What a strange word. In my youthful naivity, I knew no such kind of name. Her eyes held an odd emotion that I had never seen before, and it worried me.

Now, she turned her head again to me. "Aima." My mother spoke, and her voice held a warning to it. "Go back home. You know the way."

I lingered, hesitating, before turning and scrambling once again down the path to my father.

Registered name: A Better Dream

Informal nickname: Aima

Species: Shiba Inu

Form:
'True' form quadropod-anthro (four legs, though has the emotions and thoughts of a human, thus giving them humanoid qualities and making them 'anthro'.), though can be portrayed as 'natural' (ie, no clothes, only natural fur as covering) bipedal-anthro in writing and artwork.

Height:
Twenty inches at the withers in quad form, five foot four at the top of head (not counting ears) in quad form.

Weight:
Sixty-seven pounds in dog form, one hundred twenty-two pounds in human form.

Age:
Two years, four months

Personality:
Aima is solitary, with her mind as source and body as a secondary resource. Her life isn't focused around her actions and what she does through the day, but around her thoughts. Physically, she doesn't exert herself highly, but isn't completely unworking. Most of her actions are social interactions with others. Her energy focus is on observing the world, and generating ideas and possibilities.

Since Aima spends a lot of time inside of her own mind, she can has trouble showing genuine interest or sympathy with other people's thoughts or feelings, and has problems giving other people a level of intimacy that is needed in any relationship. As such, she has few friends and no romantic interest. Despite her troubles understanding said friends, she cares for them more than anything, and is upset by the lack of sympathy she sometimes has.

She sees her body as nothing more than a convenient container for her mind, that she keeps in decent condition only to prolong her inevitable death, and keep her mind intact as long as possible. The thought of dying terrifies her, to the point of paranoia.
Most of her life centers around her constant struggle between her mind and longing to learn, and her disabilities.

She values intelligence and competence, and has high standars for herself in these regards, which she constantly strives to fulfill. To a somewhat lesser extent, she has similar expectations of others.

Mostly even temperment, though when provoked she is very angry, and holds grudges for long periods of time. Protective of her family, and strictly against violence in all forms. Tolerant, and nothing annoys her more than intolerance and ignorance.

Sensitive, though with the taunts of her childhood she's learned not to let them stop her. While others can hurt her feelings offend her, or otherwise upset her, they usually never realize it. Aima usually shakes off these feelings quickly though, never letting them keep her down for more than a day at most. The only ones that can upset her for a long period of time are those close to her, or those she looks up to, and she usually stays slightly upset for a long while, without letting others know it.

Loves nothing more than pleasing others, particularly those she likes.

Her biggest flaw is most likely her jealousy, though her feelings of envy are one of her biggest motivations; she's more likely to procrastinate than work unless she sees an opportunity to put herself up against, and attempt to beat, someone she's jealous of. She has many aspirations, both in the large run and short-term, but lacks motivation to see them through.

When she's convinced that she's right about something, she will not stop until she proves her point, though she's often misunderstood due to her inability to speak her mind easily. In these cases, she tends to blame misunderstandings on the limitations of the other party, rather than on her own difficulty in expressing herself. This tendency sometimes causes her to dismiss others input too quickly, and can be on the verge of arrogant whenever she proves herself right. Her stubborness can irate others immensely.

However, she isn't set in her ways, and is willing to hear other ways of thinking, even if she disagrees with them.

She has low self-esteem, due to her inabilities to meet her insanely high standards for herself. When she can't meet these unrealistic goals -which is always- she becomes frustrated and upset with herself.

Aima can become annoyed by the smallest and most uninportant of things, if said and/or done in a certain way. In fact, most of what upsets her are little things, which is why most people don't realize that such petty things are what's upsetting her.

She never expresses her feelings to anyone directly, only through writing, which she refuses to let most people read. Part of the reason for this is that sometimes she doesn't know what she's feeling, or how to tell others. The other reason is that she don't know what other people's reactions would be and whether they would think less of her because of it.

She has an extreme need for solitude, organization, systems, and sense. If she can't understand it immediately, she gets frustrated and gives up easily. She dislikes messiness and inefficiency, and anything that is muddled or unclear. As such, she also dislikes the muddled memories and confusing thoughts that come into her mind without warning.

She isn't overly demonstrative of her affection, and is likely to not give as much praise of positive support as others may need or desire. That doesn't mean that she doesn't truly have affection or regard for others, she simply doesn't typically feel the need to express it.

Aima looks at things from a realistic, unbiased approach, in the middle of optimisim and pessimism. If she situation looks bad, she won't sugar-coat it to herself (though she may to others), and will prepare for the worst possible thing to happen, and hope for the best.

When with her friends she is very social, telling jokes and so forth, but otherwise she is very quiet. She will only speak to most strangers if spoken to. With some people that she doesn't consider friends or care about very highly, she may add a slight deadpan comment when she feels appropriate. Comforting others, and making them laugh most of all, is one of her greatest pleasures, though she swears the opposite up and down.

Aima can be paranoid about others in regard to herself. She constantly fears others lying to her, talking about her behind her back, and so on. The more attatched she gets to someone, the more paranoid she becomes.

Though there are certain things she enjoys a lot (ie, a particular book or song), she'll gladly poke fun at it herself, and doesn't mind other people not liking it and/or mocking it. Mostly she'll laugh right along with them, and doesn't understand why people get offended by others disagreeing with their likes and dislikes.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.





EDIT: Since Raven and Distant were adopted together, I do have another slot, correct? Just making sure.

[The Sky's The Limit]

Why did I think it was Saturday? XD Maybe I'm so excited for the codedrop.

[TheScamperPony]

you're not allowed to post forms for adopts that aren't up yet, no matter if you edit it later, it's against the rules.

I didn't know the rules had changed! What do I do?

[Araviir]

that isn't a rule that has changed. that has always been a rule, just get rid of the form and post it when the horse is up for adoption, which should be after the next code-drop ^^

[TheScamperPony]

Silly me, XD! I will get rid of it!

[mi ainsel]

Pet's ID Tag: #39
Name You'd Choose for It: Liraika
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She has been here a long time, and the new revamp makes her look like a creature I made up called a Caricloa. Naturally she isn't exactly the same, but it would be interesting to see what could be done with this pretty coloured animal.
History/Background/Other:
"Clisna!"

The word echoed in the empty cave, and the figure at the entrance looked back.
"Clisna, please!"
The figure shook her head and walked away, the voice calling after her.
"Clisna, do not betray your race!"
"I must." The figure spoke for the first time, in a whispered voice full of pain.

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Clisna sat in an empty clearing, looking around her nervously.
"You have come, Shadowed Helper." Said a black she-wolf, with pupilless orange eyes and an orange crescent moon on her flank. "I am Obsidian Darkness, and I have information for you: The Zereni, the normal wolves are about to attack your race. If you tell me the territory boundaries, the Nidivay could stop them."
Clisna smiled. "Of course, the territory runs from the west waterfall to the eastern cave."
"Thank you, you may be gone, Clisnaar."
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Clisna ran all the way home, hoping she could get there in time for the battle, but it was not to be. The territory was strewn with Caricloa dead, and the sacred cave was crumbling.
Clisna yelped and shot through the cave mouth.
"Kaseei!" She screamed, frantically hoping her sister would appear, then, "KASEEI!"
Her sister's reddish hair was just visible, at the bottom of the lake inside the cave.
"The Zereni will pay for this!" Clisna shrieked. "She will be avenged!"
Even as she said this, Obsidian Darkness stepped out of the shadows at the back of the cave.
"Thanks for the info." She smiled, sweetly, but with a hint of menace.
"You." Clisna hissed, throwing herself at the Nidivay, but Obsidian reacted faster, flicking her poisonous tail forward and striking Clisna in the side.
Instead of dying, Clisna changed, her brown hair becoming blood red, her fur oranger, a spike appearing at the end of her tail, and needle sharp fangs growing into her mouth.

"Hizsta!" Obsidian hissed, taken aback. "He-llo Demon Teeth!"
"I am Doiglini." Clisna hissed. "Die!"
Obsidna ran and Doiglini charged after her, and never looked back.
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Unbeknown to the sister of ours who changed, not all of us died that day.
Indeed, Doiglini is the last true Caricloa, but the Nidivay venom reacted strangely with our systems, killing us, but then reviving us, all human features gone.
We are just wolf X Monkey now , still the shadowed helpers, yet we still have human intelligence.

When I say 'sister of ours' I mean it literally.
I am the Caricloa who is known as Liraika.
I was formerly known as Kaseei.
Hunt well, my sister, but don't forget who you really are.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.