Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[azalea]

Kennel:
14
Name:
Birth Name-- 작은별 :: Jag-eun Byeol, which means Little Star
Self Nick-name-- 참사 :: Chamsa, which means Disaster
Breed:
Wolf
Age:
about 16 in human years (I plan on giving him a human form). About 2 1/4 in dog years ^^
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
I connected with Chamsa instantaneously, his design is gorgeous and I adore the charisma he has already <3 I've been looking for a character to be a best friend of Jae, but I haven't found anyone until now. I think Chamsa would be a perfect match for him. Moreover, he's an incredible inspiration. When I write about him, the words just flow out of me. He's already so dear to me, he feels already part of my character family. There would be a piece missing from my heart without him. I'll give him a loving family, a warm home to return to, and all my love. Chamsa is the sweetest thing in the world to me, already. I'll give him a name he'll treasure, a personality he'd adore, and a soul that fits him like a glove <3
It was an immediate connection, I feel as if our fates are intertwined, like flowing ribbons, destined to meet and influence each other. Ever since yesterday, when I saw him, I've been sketching him nonstop in my notebook. Even his intricate tattoos are imprinted in my brain and scowling expressions, never to be forgotten. More and more ideas for short stories continue to pop into my head, comics and cartoons just appear from my pen. When someone talks to me, I suddenly think in my head unconsciously, what would Chamsa say? what would Chamsa do?
We have some strange connection that is hard to explain.
Personailty:
Chamsa is a wry, witty fellow that's often too bold in his actions and never thinks before acting. To people he doesn't know, he keeps a cold, cruel demeanor (his bold yet incredibly handsome looks help too ^^) on his face, accompanied by a Grade-A scowl. He sticks his lower lip out, lifts his head out, and struts down the streets with a swagger. Truthfully, he's a kind, caring fellow, but he acts like he doesn't care about anything because it could put his loved ones in harm's way. That's why to most grown-ups, Chamsa is known as a bad influence. They pick on him alot. When he's in human form, his teachers also have the same distaste for him, but Chamsa does well in school. He ranks consistently in the top thirty of his grade, so his teachers don't give him too bad of a time. Chamsa is very intelligent and clever, but he gets in fights easily, because he never backs down from a challenge to his honor, talks very boldly, and is slightly arrogant.
Jae and Chamsa-- Always Hwaiting!!
Chamsa and Jae are best friends, and have many things in common. Like Jae, Chamsa is also a spirit hunter. They have a wolf form, a normal human form, and also a spirit form where they project both forms into reality. Jae also gets a hard time from grown-ups, but less because his demeaner is usually just cold and bored. Chamsa has his scowl that is natural to him, which leads to more distaste. Jae also loves to laugh and does it often, while Chamsa doesn't even smile at much. Unlike Chamsa, Jae also knows how not to get into fights easily, but he usually ends up fighting with Chamsa because he cares about his safety. Jae gets most of his bad-boy reputation for helping Chamsa in fights, and Chamsa does feel guilty about it. But Jae doesn't mind. He sorta likes being a bad-boy ^^ Although, Chamsa's recklessness is a constant worry for him. They're almost always together, which is also usually the only time you'll see Chamsa laugh or smile. His laugh is very sweet and hearty, but his smile will melt your heart. Jae is the only person he'll open up to, because he knows that Jae will never let him down. Jae and Chamsa playfight often and also tease each other, they're just that close. They're like those guys that fist-bump really hard, punch each other, and make up after a fight with a man-hug and a slap on the back to show their best friend love. Jae and Chamsa are like brothers <3
Dislikes&Likes:
Likes---
His Nickname:
A little info on that. Chamsa is only his nickname, his real name is Jag-eun Byeol. Chamsa thought this was too cute for his reputation (he doesn't like that others pick on him, but at least they stay away) so he started calling himself Chamsa.
His Manleh-Man Muscles XD ---
He likes being buff. As spirit hunters, Jae and Chamsa stay very much in shape so they are very buff. Everyone is a little vain, so it would be logic that they do in fact enjoy their muscles. XD
His Fighting Skills--
Chamsa doesn't like fighting really, what he likes is giving bullies and other trouble makers what they deserve. Of course, because he fights these people often, others think that he's a trouble-maker. He has good intentions really, but he's too bold and brave. Chamsa can hold his own well in a street fight with a handful of people, but Jae often has to come in and save him against the gangs of ten or more. But Chamsa is proud that he can fight well, and protect the onces he cares about.
His Pride--
Chamsa has an intense sense of pride and honor. He'll defend it with his lifem and it's because of this that he often has a deeper connection with those whose sense of pride and honor are like him. (If you haven't gotten the pattern yet, it's Jae XD). Chamsa takes pride in his more feminine side (as does Jae), which are shown in the natural tattoos of his forelegs. He's more sensitive and caring than most guys on the inside, but shields it with a hard masculine covering (shown my the natural tattoos on his backlegs). Chamsa also takes pride in his masculinity of course, and also his handsome face and sweet smile. Even more so, his loud, happy laugh, even though it's rare unless Jae is there to make him laugh.
Red--
It's the reason he dyes his hair tips red. Because he loves that color <33 He believes it stands for honor, sacrifice, and strength. These three characteristics are very important to him, and he tries to live by these three rules based on them:
1. Defend you and your loved ones' honor.
2. No sacrifice means no victory.
3. True strength is being able to move on.

Dislikes--
People Being Worried Over Him--
Ever since he met Jae, he's met people who are now his mortal friends. They often worry about both of them, why they always come to school with new scars and bruises. And why sometimes they don't come to school at all, and go completely missing. Jae and Chamsa don't like that they make people worry over them. They're strong, emotonally and physically, they'll be fine. They know that, but others don't. So usually, Jae and Chamsa always say, when their friends are worried...
"We will protect everyone, We'll be the heros and save everyone, so don't worry," they say, a cheesy smile on their faces.
Although this doesn't relieve all of everyone's worries, there is some happiness in their comment which makes them a bit happier too.
Jae and Chamsa have this magical quality, when they're happy, others seem happier as well.
People Insulting His Hair--
Sounds trivial, doesn't it? But it's important to him. He dyes his fur/hair tips red because he likes it that way. It's not because he's rebellious or wants to stand out. Chamsa happens to very much like the color red and so dyes his hair tips that way. In a way, it's also a way to drive off others. Not many want to be friends with the scary scowling dude that dyed his hair red to "rebel against society".
His (Having to) Drive off Others
Like Jae, Chamsa is a spirit hunter. It's a dangerous work that could lead others into danger. To stop this from happening, Chamsa has cut all ties with anyone except his fellow spirit hunters and a few mortal friends that can fend for themselves. Jae has done the same, although not as extreme. Jae still has a few mortal friends, and occasionally a girlfriend for a little while. But Chamsa tends to take everything and triple it in extremity. He understands Jae's need to have friends and socialize, but thinks it's for the best if no one unlike him had strong relations with him. Chamsa wants to be friendly and warm, but puts their safety above everything else.
Histroy/Backround:{5000 max,500 min}
~Interlude~
Mini Story ^^
[[ Both Jae and Chamsa are in their human forms, watching as I type out this form for Chamsa. After finishing the likes/dislikes section, I turn to face them... ]]
Anything I forgot, you guys?
"You forgot strawberries," said Jae, who sat spread out on a couch (one leg on the floor), nodding his head and tapping his long fingers to the music from his headphones.
"Chhhttt...strawberries," said Chamsa smugly, who was doing pull-ups in the corner.
Even though they're red?
"...it's only the red part I like," he replied, stopping to let Jae have a turn, and swaggered to the fridge to get a can of coke.
C: Strawberries are a love-hate thing with him. He loves that they're red, but hates the taste and shape.
"...and that they're defenselessly soft and juicy..." said Jae, effortlessly doing the pull-ups. "He hates that."
and they're defensisively soft and juicy. Chamsa dislikes that they're so easily harmed. Jae and Chamsa want to protect life, but especially dislike it when life makes no attempt to try to survive. It feels like wasted effort to them.
...but why doesn't Jae dislike strawberries?
"Byeol, toss," said Jae, stopping and catching the can that Chamsa threw him.
"I told you to stop calling me that," remarked Chamsa, a deep scowl returning to it's old place.
"Oh really, now? Ban-jjak-ban-jjak jag-eun byeol a-reum-dab-ge bit-i-ne..." teased Jae, his tongue playfully sticking out as Chamsa chased him. "...dong-jjok ha-neul-e-seo-do seo-jjok ha-neul-e-seo-do, ban-jjak-ban-jjak jag-eun-byeol a-reum-dab-ge bit-i-ne!" Jae's angelic singing voice seemed to echo as they raced around the house.
"Get back here, JAE!!!" yelled Chamsa, flinging his shoe but missing by a mile. Jae laughed in his unique sound, covering his mouth shyly as he always did.
Guys...guys...GUYS, the question!
The both stopped mid-tackle, Chamsa still hanging on Jae's back.
"Oh," Chamsa let go and hopped off Jae's back.
"Well...they're. just. fruit." Jae's serious and straight face sent Chamsa exploding with laughter. While Chamsa laughed, Jae stared at him with such an innocent face, it sent Chamsa into peals of laughter again.
That's nice, guys. Anything else? I'm afraid we can't cover much anymore...
"He loves spicy food," piped Chamsa, eager to move the spotlight on Jae instead.
"Indeed I do," said Jae, pulling out a small bottle of hot sauce from his jacket to show me; with another innocent angel look on his face, which sent Chamsa into endless laughter again.
So, I guess that's it.
One last thing, remember never to worry over Chamsa or his best buddy Jae...
"Hold on, why is his name first?!" yelled Jae.
"Oh shut up, it's my form and besides you get to be the 'best buddy'," Chamsa scolded, attempting to tackle the taller Jae.
Okay, um, the point is, don't worry over them. They can take care of themselves. So just don't worry or else...
"We will protect everyone, We'll be the heros and save everyone, so don't worry," they said in unison, a genuine smile on their faces.

author's note--- the part where Jae started teasing Chamsa~ Chamsa's real name is Jag-eun Byeol, which means Little Star. Jae often calls him Byeol, which is the star part, as a pet name. But then you'll notice Jae starts teasing him by singing a strange foreign song XD This song is called Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star!! 8D It's just in Korean, the language of Jae and Chamsa's native country. It goes to the same tune as Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star in English ;3 Try singing it ^^

The point is, the joke. Chamsa's real name means Little Star, so Jae sings TTLS there as a joke.
Get it? XD

Anyway, this was just a short story to show Chamsa and Jae's close friendship <3

the real background starts NOW *whoooshhh*
A series of short stories <3


Strolling down the street after school, a scowl in my face at nothing particular, I noticed a gang fight in the bank of the river next to me. Chht, probably fighting over something stupid. Best to move on, I've had enough trouble today. I was about to continue walking past when I caught a glimpse of a bright red jacket and deep blue-black hair. It couldn't be, I thought, he's not the type. I was proven wrong as a black chain cross earring landed an inch from my feet.
It was him!
Thoroughly pissed, I leaped down into the bank where the fight was. My classmate lay on the grass, bleeding heavily but not fighting back, as the brutes pummeled him.
"Jae. Jae, get up," I commanded, and he sat up smoothly as if not hurt at all. "You're strong. You could beat these idiots up, why won't you fight?"
He responded with a bewildered look towards me, the blood from a cut on his forehead dribbling down in his eyes. Then he glanced towards the bridge. I noticed a little girl, looking terrified, near the bridge. A broken vase was near her, and a wilted flower floating in a puddle of water.
My eyebrows narrowed and twitched, I was extremely pissed now.
"Oi! You idiots!" They all glanced up at me, "Look at that vase! What's wrong with it?!"
"Er...uh...it's...broken?" said one.
"Exactly! And why is it broken?!" I yelled.
"We knocked it over? While we were gambling..." said that same one again.
"Excellent answers!" I yelled, kicking the thug in the face, knocking him unconscious. "Now, apologize to this little girl!" I yelled again, pointing at the little girl under the bridge.
They laughed in my face, and chuckled, "This guy's crazy! He's seeing little girls all over the place! There is no girl and there's no way we're gonna apologize."
"Wrong answer!" I yelled, kicking another in the face.
"Hey! You wanna die, kid?!" one bellowed out in the small crowd.
"You!" I yelled, pointing at the tallest one. "Give me your phone!"
"U-uh...okay..." he said, tossing a grimy cellphone to me.
"Idiot! Why'd you give that punk your phone!?" a fat one hissed, slapping the back of the other's head.
"It was your phone, actually," he hissed back, once again getting slapped, this time by two others.
I ignored them, and waited for my call to go through. "Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance. I'm on the eastern bank of Maple River, near...uh..First Avenue..."
"Hey! Worry more about yourself than your friend, kid!" said the leader, leering at me with a deadly glare.
"How many? Eh...let's see..."
"Hey, didn't you hear me!?" spat the leader again, this time walking closer towards me.
"One..." I said pointing at the leader, "Two...Three....Four....Five...Six...Seven...Eight." Pointing at each thug including the two already unconscious, I said into the phone, "Yes, there are eight people here that will need an ambulance," and snapped the phone shut.
They grabbed their bats and knifes furiously, and charged at me. I kicked the short one in the face, and twisted his arm. One. Shoving him into the river, I grabbed the wrist of the fat one, wrung out the small knife, and held it behind his back. Slamming my foot down on his shoulder, he collapsed unconscious. The knife fell softly in the grass. Two. This time the others decided to work together. One swung his bat at my head, I snatched his arm and kicked his kneecaps sharply, breaking them and leaving him howling in pain. Three. The two others took this chance to sneak up from behind, I noticed their terrible attempt, but I millisecond slower than Jae who had finally recovered from shock. He punched one hard in the face, and kicked the other, forcing the head up. Ouch. I thought. Four and Five.
"I knew you could fight," I said panting hard and bleeding out of several cuts. He solemnly nodded, also panting and still bleeding heavily.
Seven thugs were unconscious on the ground, bleeding slightly but mostly bruised and in shooting pain. They would all live to see another day--in prison. One was left. The leader.
Grinning haughtily, he sneered, "You punks really think I'm that easy? You two just got lucky," He shooted towards us with two sharp knives.
Jae acted first. He ran towards the leader, then suddenly dropped to the ground, dodging the flying knives, and balancing his entire body on his arms. Still having momentum, he twisted his body around and slammed in the leader's kneecaps. I acted seconds after Jae, also running towards the leader. I jumped into the air and twisted my body around to bring a powerful kick to his face, just after Jae delivered his attack.
The leader dropped to the ground, crying and whimpering. Attempting to crawl away pitifully, the once smug leader begged for mercy.
Together, we walked towards the little girl, still frightened by the fight.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Jae said, stooping down, a kind look on his face. "But they probably won't be back for a long time."
"It's okay. Thank you for chasing them away," she said quietly.
"I'll bring you a new vase of flowers tomorrow," I said, ruffling her hair, with a smile.
Her face brightened immediately and she reached up to hug us.
We had walked thirty feet away by the time the ambulance arrived. The cuts on our bodies had finally stopped bleeding, although Jae's school uniform was still torn in the middle. Taking a break, we sat on the bank of the river, a little pink from the blood that had spilled a quarter mile away.
"Why didn't you fight back when those thugs were pummeling you? You're a spirit hunter like me, you could've beat them all up quickly," I said, confused.
"You know that little girl under the bridge?" he replied.
"Yea, of course. That little spirit girl," I said.
"That vase with the flower in it, that was an offering from her family. They were poor and could only afford that much. But that little girl took great care over that flower," he started, but did not finish.
I began to understand what happened. Jae had somehow told them off and the thugs taunted him, by kicking the broken glass shards and stomping on the flowers. He attacked and let them hit him instead of hurting that little girl's flowers again...it must have been like that.
I hadn't known Jae very well before. I knew he was a spirit hunter, and he got top grades. Many girls liked him, he was kind and happy. But now, after just a small fight, I felt like he was my best friend.
"You're an interesting guy, Jae," I said.
"You too, Chamsa," he replied, chuckling softly.

Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication}

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made this in oekaki, I hope that's okay.
I also sketched in Chamsa's normal human form. his spirit form is still in the works though ;3

edit: I fail at oekaki OTL;;; But I drew pen sketches of him in my notebook during school, I tried to capture his outward personality that he puts on (human headshot sketch) and his more playful personality (wolf form) which is his "real" one ^^ ---ignore the fail drawing of a frisbee |D--- Ya, he does love frisbees btw.

lol neck's way too long XDDD that's what i get for drawing in pen D:

owo anatomy's off in this one XDD but I hope he seems pretty overexcited <3

Other:{If there is anything left}
XD I'm sorry my form is so long ;_; ! The words just flowed out of me nonstop <3
Chamsa makes an excellent writing muse ♥

To my greatest and deepest regret, I don't have much time to finish the two other short stories about Chamsa's wolf form and spirit form, but I hope that the two short stories I put above are enough to let the personality I crafted for him to shine through. ^^
If I do adopt him, you have my solemn word that I will finish these stories. I will enscribe his form in my art. I will love him to death, and he'll always have a special place in my heart.

[corgie]

Kennel: 13
Name:
Breed:
Age:
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
Personailty:
Dislikes&Likes:
Histroy/Backround:{5000 max,500 min}
Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication}
Other:{If there is anything left}

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WIP xP

I would like to drop-out of kennel 1 please

[Jayfur101]

Kennel: 13
Name: Klein (German for "Small")
Breed: Grey Wolf
Age: 10 months old
Why do you want this animal? &What will you do for this animal?: I LOVE his simple design, and I am in need of a good wolf character. I currently only have 2 cat characters, and I would like a little fuzzy wolf. I have been looking everywhere for a design that seemed to strike me with inspiration for a story...... and I have come up with a great one for him! <3 I am working on several graphic novels and stories, and I hope to be able to make one for a wolf soon. Most blind creatures seem to have a look that says "confused" and "in need of help", but he seems more like an independent and strong willed wolf.
Personailty:Klein is a very small and unusal wolf. He usually likes to be independent, and rarely socializes with other wolves if possible.
Dislikes&Likes:He is able to tell when things are comming from by the vibrations in the ground, so nataually, he hates to climb and swim. It makes him TRULY feel blind. He likes the power of nature, from the warmth of the sun, to the bitter cold of snow.
Histroy/Backround:{5000 max,500 min}Klein was born in northern Germany to a young wolf named Licht( German for “light”). Licht became worried when she noticed that one of her sons was blind, and made sure to try and keep him safe. He had 2 brothers, Frieden and Liebe. (German for “Peace” and “Love”) But for Klein, they were anything but peaceful and loving. They ignored Klein, leaving him behind when they went out, or making fun of him for being blind. Licht tried to shield him from his brothers, but Klein became furious, feeling that his mother didn’t believe he could defend himself. One day, he decided to run off in the forest, planning to never return to his family. The storm clouds began to build up, and he ran around till he found a small hollow log, and curled up and went to sleep. He was sound asleep, when he heard a soft whispering. He sat up franticly, trying to determine where it was coming from. He strained to hear what was making the noise, and realized it wasn’t another animal, but the trees. The soft rustling of the leaves made a whispering noise that weaved through the forest. “Why have I never heard this before?” He thought. His whole life, when he was with his family, he had never heard this whispering of the trees. The whispering seemed to wrap around him and soothe him, and he fell back asleep. When he awoke the next morning, he could still here the whispering faintly. He followed it, running through the woods. He felt as light as air, running through the brush and trees. Something in his mind seemed to tell him when there was something in front of him, and he dogged all the obstacles. Suddenly, he stopped. He smelled something...Death … Right in front of him, there was the unmistakable stench that rose up from the place. And it wasn’t something small like a mouse or rabbit……. “It’s a wolf”….. He froze, horrified at the thought of a dead wolf.
“But what is dead wolf doing out here in the middle of the woods? Wouldn’t the pack or family bury it?”
Suddenly, the gentle rustling of the leaves turned to great gusts that ripped through the forest. The gust suddenly settled down again, and he heard a gentle voice. “Hello, Klein.”……… the voice seemed so far off, but yet at the same time, very close….. He could smell no other animals but the dead wolf in front of him. “Who’s there?!?” He shouted. “What do you want?” Then, he felt a soft pelt brush against him. He froze, terrified. “What’s happening?” Then, the whispering came again. “Do not be afraid young one…” It said “For I will not harm you…”
“Who are you?” Klein shouted.
“A am…. Or was…… know as Autumn…… I was a female wolf” it said
Klein’s muscles relaxed a little. But why was it… Err, Autumn saying that she was a wolf? “Why do you say you are no longer a wolf?” He asked
“I….. I am no longer a member of the living …….” Autumn said gently
“What?!? You mean, you…. You’re a spirit!?!” Klein said
“Yes...” Autumn sighed “I was murdered… I was the wolf that sits before you…”
Klein backed up slowly away, having almost forgotten about the dead wolf. “Who murdered you?” He questioned
“Sadly, I do not know. I never had the time to see who it was… but that is why I have come back. To seek help and find my murderer……” Replied Autumn.
“Seek help? From me?” He said “Why me? I’m blind! How could I possibly find the wolf that murdered you?”
“You have more abilities than you think. Your nose is twice as strong as a normal wolf’s. Your keen hearing can hear past the range of others.” She said
Klein thought about this carefully. “But I still run into things. My hearing and smell can only help me so much…”
“You may not be aware of it, but your body actually senses the things around you. You can pick up the auroa of living things, from the mice, to the trees. How do you think that you were able to navigate through the trees to get here? You did it without even trying.” Autumn replied.
“I’m nothing special.” He said softly.” I’m just a stupid old blind wolf…”
“You are more than that. You are a very powerful and special wolf. You are nothing like the others.” She said.
Klein was taken back by the kind comments from Autumn.
“I must leave now…” She said “… but I will guide you with every step” She whispered.
“Wait! Don’t go!” Klein shouted. But she was gone. “….I don’t know what to do…”


Art: http://i844.photobucket.com/albums/ab9/ ... 1284754232
Other:{If there is anything left}

[Africa.]

Kennel: 13♥
Name: Jay
Breed: Night Gypsy Wolf
What Is A Night Gypsy: Night Gypsies are a group of my most precious characters. They each have a certain accesory that shows that they are, in fact, a night gypsy. In Jays case, it is the necklace he wears, with the wing of the blue jay that had been the reason of his name. Night Gypsies will soon be on their own post in my character thread, where il showcase them all, and show that they are most definitly my most prized characters, once I have a few more. My Fursona, Falon, is also part of the Night Gypsies.
Age: 1 1/2
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
The design of Jay is so simple, yet so beautiful. Plus, blue eyes are definitly my weak spot, and even more amazing, he's blind, which makes me feel like he almost needs saving from something no one can explain. I took one look at him and I was already in love. Pure love. If I am so lucky as to win him, he would be in my character thread, I can assure you that, and he will recieve lots of art. Being blind will make him a great character to write about, as well as even make comic strips about every once in awile. And, of course, he will be part of my Night Gypsies. Il also get him a mate, my latest character addition, Persephone, who can be found in my gallery. I think they would make a lovely couple <3
Personailty:
Crest-fallen. Ashamed. Hurt. These are only a few words that could possibly manage to describe what he felt. Thankfully, there was one wolf who could make him smile every once in awhile, even laugh on occasions. But that was rare. Almost never. At a younger age, he used to think it was completely normal not to have the knowledge of sight, to need to follow a scent trail instead of just looking for something. So, in effect, he was a spunky wolf with a bright personality, until... Until They came. "They" are wolves that you'll learn about... Learn about in his painful past.
Likes:
Rain~ Yes, rain. Most find rain aggrivating and sorrowful, but Jay... Jay is something entirely different from everyone else. Rain brings him joy, lifting his spirits to the sky, as the droplets fall to the ground.
Midnight~ Again, Jay is quite different. When midnight comes, most creatures, unless nucturnal, head to their dens for the night, but not Jay. Midnight is the time that Jays spunk kicks in, and curiosity brings him in all directions.
Persephone~ Ok, so maybe he has a little crush on Persephone... Or a big one...
Dragonflies~ Jay has always taken a liking to dragonflies. They intruige him, how their delicate wings can manage to lift them to the skies, how they're so graceful, yet cannot seem to be caught...
Dislikes:
Red~ Of course, Red is the one person whom he despises.
Being Blind~ Being blind is something that he wishes each and every night that he had never been blind. If he wasn't, everything would be so much easier... He wouldn't be known as a freak.
Histroy/Backround:
Prologue
The first-time mother smiled warmly down at her pup. Finally she had had a pup! After so many tries! She was beaming, every body movement and every look showing how delighted she was at that moment. She watched as the feather of a blue jay flew to there paws, landing silently on the soft soil beneath them. "Jay" She decided, gazing at his soft blue eyes. She crafted the lovely feather into something of a necklace and put it around his neck gently, fierce love glowing in her own blue eyes. A smile crept along her lips as she bent her head downwards to be at eye level with her single pup, but that smile had vanished in a fraction of a second as she noticed... She noticed he couldn't see her. He couldn't see anything. She felt her chest tighten and her face harden. A low snarl sounded from deep, deep inside th she-wolfs throat, and her eyes blazed with a green fire as she threw her head up to the skies. "I waited my whole life! I cried hundreds of time because they never made it! And finally, you give me a child, and you give me this?! She snarled in pure, cold, hatred. "Fine! Il take care of this stupid piece of scrap just to prove to you all that I deserve something better!" She screamed at the skies, turning tail and storming over to Jay with hatred like a tornado in her eyes. "Come on" she snapped, yanking her pup off the ground roughly by his scruff, completely ignoring his squeal of pain.

~♥~

And so, Jays story began...
Dawns light filtered through the overhang of moss of the den that Jay lay, sleeping peacfully. The light slowly crept further into the den, finally coming to the paws of Jay. One blue eye opened up to watch the sun creep along the den floor. The young pup finally got to his paws, his jaws parting in a wide yawn as his back arched, streching his back luxuriously. He soon padded from the den, a bright smile on his face as he sniffed about, seeking out his mother, who didn't often play with him, or speak with him for that matter, really.
"Whats up twirp?" A voice sounded tauntingly behind Jay, his breath hot in the ear of the confused pup. He sniffed the air, even more confusion hit him, like a blow to the chest. This scent was completely new to him. Actually, scents, really. There seemed to be about three male wolves around him, his age he guessed. "W-Who are you?" Jay asked, hating that his voice had shaken.
The strangers must have noticed he wasn't looking straight at them, because what came out from their mouths next made him flinch, "Oh how cute, the twirp is such a loser that he can't even see!" The third male cooed, his eyes menacing and hateful.
He shut his blue eyes tight as he was pushed up against a tree by the muscled body of what smelled to be the first male. "I heard you've been hanging out with Persephone a lot lately." Came the males scathing growl, his jaws so close to Jays ear that he could feel his hot breath on the side of his face.
"Y-Yes, I have." Jay trembled in reply, wincing in pain as the male pushed him further up against the tree.
"Oh, yeah? Well not anymore. She's mine. Lay. Off. My. Girl." He emphasized each word to its fullest, his murderous tone sending a series of shutter up the spine of the trembling Jay as he was dropped to the ground, but not before his back was grazed down the tree. A stinging sensation numbed Jays back. Despite the bone-shattering pain the poor pup endured, he tried to reach his paws, but stumbled back to the ground with a thud. Instantly his mind went black.

♥.♥.♥

"Jay? Jay wake up! Jay!" A moan sounded from Jay as he was prodded in the side by a small paw continuesly. He sighed, opening his eyes, even though it wouldn't do anything for him, but at least it would let the oh-so-very-persistant Persephone know that he could hear her.
He moaned again, pushing his body up with his paws, but pain shot up his spine and he let himself fall to the cold, hard ground again.
"Jay!" The eyes of the beautiful she-wolf stretched open in shock. Utter shock. Pure rage. "What happened? Who did this to you?" By the sound of her voice, Jay could tell her eyes were narrowed to slits. Though she was sweet and spunky, she had a rebelious side to her.
"Jay, please tell me... Who did this?" Persephones voice became softer again, almost fearful. Jay didn't answer.
A sigh sounded from her, as she grabbed the moss beside her. "I was gonna make a nest with this, but I can get more I guess." Her voice was so soft and sweet, like honey, or dew slipping from a leaf.
Jay could hear Persephone dipping the moss in the stream beside them, but even before she had a chance to give it to him, he felt his eye lids grow heavy again, and the earth sway beneath him, as though he was floating in the ocean and waves were crashing gently around him, swaying him in a rythmic motion. Soon, he found the world black once more.

♥.♥.♥

This time, Jay awoke to a softly hummed lullaby, which immediately stopped when Jays breathing became less steady. "Persephone? What are you do-" He almost yowled in pain, but he shoved his paw into his mouth to stop himself. He was with Persephone for goodness sake! He couldn't look like a freak with her around!
Teeth clenched tight, he winced faintly, but that was the most he'd let himself do... Well, for that moment anyway, because next thing he knew, another round of pain shot through his spine, turning his blood to ice, and he finally let out his yowl of pain.
"Oops, forgot to mention it might hurt." Persephone giggled faintly, gently dabbing a mixture of herbs onto the gashes along his back.
"Err, yeah, I think so." Jay tried to sound annoyed, but failed of course. I mean, really, he couldn't stay mad at her if she cut of his tail.
Persephone chuckled in amusement, opening her mouth to respond, but she was cut off by the tom Jay had met earlier... The one who had given him a warning about being Persephones friend.
"Hey Persephone," The toms charm was obviously practiced as he strolled in alongside her. "I'm going for a walk down to the east river, the one where a lot of wolves fall in love, you know the one? Well, I wanted to know if you'd like to come with me?" He made Jay clench his teeth, the way he emphasized the word love, and Jay was almost certain he could hear the slightly older male wrapping his tail around Persephones waist.
A growl accidentally escaped Jays throat, and he could feel eyes turning to him, something he despised terribly. "Err... I stepped on something sharp." He lied, his shoulders tensed like his mothers were whenever she was around him.
Persephone shrugged, turning her smile back to the tom. "I'd love to go for a walk with you Red!" She exclaimed, her cheeks a bright pink. "Oh, I almost forgot, Red, this is Jay, Jay, this is Red." She introduced the two, but Jay could hear her kneading the ground in anticipation for their walk, only making him want to growl more.
"Oh, yeah, Jay! So this is him. I think I might have seen him around actually." Jay hated how he acted as though he hadn't even known. But he knew. He knew very well who Jay was, and he knew very well that he wanted Jay gone, in cold, hard, bloodthirst.

♥.♥.♥

Morning came around again, though Jay couldn't see the light. Walking cautiously from his sleeping area, he let the crisp air of autumn sooth his senses as he closed his eyes slowly, barely even noticing that he did so. The birds sung their morning tune, the leaves of the trees seemed to whisper to eachother, voices of mingling wolves sounded around him. The world was so calm and seren, it was hard to think that anything could be wrong in the world. But it wasn't so hard to think that once Reds rough, scathing voice interupted Jays thoughts.
"Well, well, fancy seeing you around here. I mean, I thought you would have ran off crying to your mommy when Persephone chose to hang out with me instead of the baby you are." He snickered with menacing hatred in his blood-red eyes that seemed to flicker with a fiery blaze, and though Jay couldn't see that, he could feel the burning sensation of his eyes, as though the fire was actually surrounding him.
It was almost as though a wave of the ocean had blown him backwards, but it had been the powerful paws of Red his he slammed Jay down. Red pressed up against him again, his growl filled with pure cold hatred for Jay. "Oh wait, your mommy wouldn't care because she hates you!" He roared in trimphant laughter, obviously enjoying Jays pain.
"No she doesn't!" Jay screamed in return, flashing out his paw with unsheathed claws. Within seconds, Jay felt a drip or two of blood fall onto his chest, and realised he had scored Red across the cheek.
"How dare you?!" Red boomed, voice ringing out as he jumped forward onto Jay. Instantly the breath was knocked out of the poor blind wolf. Jay could feel him shaking in rage, Reds entire body trembling with not fear, but power.
"Look. We both know what I want. I want two things, but one of those things can possibly be spared, as long as you co-operate. You know what can be spared? Your life." Red pressed down harder on Jays stomach, causing Jays teeth to clench, eyes to squeeze shut, and body to flinch.
"All you have to do is stay away from Peresphone, I thought I made that perfectly clear last time but apperantly not." His growl was thus of a murderer as he pushed his nose up against Jays.
Jay could feel it. He could feel the adrenaline soaring through his body, filling his paws with power, filling his unseeing eyes with fiery determination. "No! I will not stay away from her! I like her! I like her a lot! She's the most amazing she-wolf in all of the earth! So guess what? I dont care if you kill me! I like her! And I want the world to know that! See?! I like Persephone!" He burst out, shoving Red off of him and bounding to his paws. Anger raced through his body, blending with the adrenaline.
Reds snarl could have been heard from miles away as he stared at Jay. Just stared. He officially despised Jay. "Never, NEVER will you say that to anyone ever again." Jay was almost shocked by the deepness of his tone. Almost. Red sounded as though he was years older then he truly was. He sounded... Ancient. But that didn't faze Jay. Not at that moment anyway, but it was probably due to the mixture of adrenaline and anger that was pumbing through his veins.
In moments, Jay could hear Reds paws thundering away through the forest. It was at that moment that his entire body drained of power, leaving him feeling as though he couldn't lift another claw.

♥.♥.♥

"Jay! Jay! Jay!!!" Persephone squealed, racing towards Jay as fast as her paws could carry her. "Guess what?!" Jay almost had to cover his ears with his paws at the pitch of her voice, but he couldn't help but laugh, something he rarely did.
"What?" Jay mused, ears flicking in faint amusement as she nearly knocked into him.
"Red asked me to be his mate!!" Jays heart dropped. No, not dropped, shattered. He couldnt believe it. Red had finally done the one thing that Jay had been too freakin' stubborn to do.
"Oh, um, uh, y-yeah, thats, um, great..." His voice was mumbled to almost nothing. A shuffled his paws a bit, fighting to make sure his ears and tail didn't fall.
"Yeah... That's why I said no." The world seemed to spin a mile a minute, shaking him as though he was on a rollercoaster.
"Y-You what?"
"I, um, kinda overheard you conversation with Red yesterday... That is, if you could call it a conversation." Persephone smiled a bit, sitting down beside Jay. Jay could fel the wind as it brushed their pelt together gently.
And there it went, Jays heart dropped downwards again. This wasn't good. Peresphone had to find out that Jay liked her, without him telling her he liked her. Emberassing much? "Uhh, yeah, how much of that did you hear...?" Again, mumbled, which he was starting to hate himself for.
"Enough." Persephone answered simply, and Jay wondered if he heard amusement in her voice.
"So, you have a crush on me?" She raised her eyebrows, smiling faintly at him.
"Umm, well, I, uhh, err, heh... Heh..." Jay was lost. What was he supposed to say?! Stop stuttering dumby! She's gonna think your a freak! He scolded himself, his cheeks going pink in emberassement.
Finally Persephone let him off the hook with her laughter. "Well I at least hope you do."
And that's how their lives started. It started with a "Me" and carried on with a "We".

Art:
- Clickk! <3 A picture of Jays gorgeous eye <3
And Click me too!
Other:
Peom:
You, you are the reason, I can't fall asleep
You, you are the reason, I still smile
You, you are are the reason, that my heart will leap
You, you are the reason, that il laugh, for awhile...

Family
Mother- Kya (Living in the pack with Jay)
Father- Ryuu (Deceased)
No silbings.

Characteristics/Details
-Slightly shorter legs then the average wolf.
-Ears are slightly wider and thicker.
-Eyes are a baby blue, no pupils.
-Highly fluffy tail, a bit more fluffy then most wolves.
-Average sized paws.
-Necklace with a blue jay feather, always worn, never taken off.

[alas,]

Now, before you read my form, I didn't want to give much away about his history, so I kept calling his owner, 'his owner' and 'his master' and the like~ I am not speaking of me, it is an important character that I do not want to reveal until his story. ;3 Also, WIP! Please judge even if I am not completed. :3 (( If you can, that is. I don't quite know the policies of PoH yet. :S ))



:| Kennel.
Fourteen. (14.)

:| Name.
Opium; this name was too fitting to alter. <3 It sounds great with onyx, the mineral of his earrings. He name also makes me feel this great surge of power when I say it. His owner calls him Hope, though. She got it from the ‘op’ in his name.

That and the drug that the name is, is something I can see him taking if he were human.

( ope – ee- um )

:| Breed.
A Dire wolf; the last living one on Earth in his period of time. His legs are actually a slight bit longer than a Dire's, but his brain-case the average size. His markings were a gift from the gods in which he believes in, but all the other markings are natural.

Want to know more about his species? How about you click this then. ;3 --> [x]

:| Age.
If we're going about canine ages here, then he's four years old. In human years he's around twenty-eight. His personality doesn't exactly match his age to be truthful with you; he acts like a responsible teenager, but even so- this is his true age. He is immortal, though.

:| Why do you want this animal and what will you do for this animal?.
Why I desire him;; He gives me inspiration. When I saw him, I immediately desired to create a masterpiece of words. That, and so many pictures are racing through my head of his life; I'm not kidding. I see so many things and it's making me shiver. His design is mysterious, and his face; can't you see the oxymoron? He seems so playful and deadly…. I feel that we are connected as the Na'vi is to the trees.

What I shall do for him;; I will give him a home and a story. A place in my dreams, a place in my heart, friends and new family, and a place to wander- he will not be restrained to my mind. His essence is in my soul; I can feel him and his fear, his hatred, and his forgiveness. I will give him all I can, which is not much for sure- but I will give him the most I possibly can afford, and I promise.

:| Personality.
Stubborn;; He will fight for what's right, and not give in even if he is wrong all the time. He likes things his way and it is hard to argue with him, for he will never give in.
Example: He fights over petty things just because he thinks he’s right.

Brave;; Opium will fight even the largest of bears to save his loved one. He will do whatever it takes to protect her.
Example: His owner was threatened many times, and since he is brave, he attacked ruthlessly.

Cruel;; He is very harsh and gives no warnings. Just punishes mercifully, though he usually has no right to do so. But he is only cruel when he needs to be.
Example: He gives no second chances, let alone first chances. Many are permanently injured because of his cruelty.

Short;; Not physically, but short as in a short fuse. Light him up, and BOOM! he will blow up in your face in less then three seconds. He hardly ever thinks twice.
Example: He has no patience, so constantly rushes those who are slow.

Dumb;; He is not so great at problems, but always says the right things at the right time. He is terrible at planning attacks, so normally he follows along. As soon as he understands the point, though, he'll bolt and try to finish things with a little sparkle.
Example: He fails when hunting alone normally prove this trait.

Emotional;; Not in the way that you would think. He cares nothing about anyone except his master, but gives the deepest advice anyone could offer making him sound emotional.
Example: When those he cherishes are having troubles, he gives advice from the heart.

Perseverant;; He won't give up. Ever. He is strong-hearted and will fight until the death.
Example: His fighting is endless unless he wins in the heart and brain.

Good Intentions;; He may mean to harm someone/something, but all for a good cause. Whether it's to keep his owner safe, help others, or whatever it may be, there is always a reason; free of an excuse.
Example: He won’t harm a creature unless he finds the need to.

Strong-Hearted;; This ties in with his stubbornness. He has a strong heart and chooses to follow it and nothing else.
Example: When he is in arguements, he follows his heart; this is why he is so stubborn.

Wild;; He can really loose it sometimes and just go mad.
Example: When he was a pup and was accidently abandoned by his guardians, he went crazy and couldn't think straight. The thing was, they went looking for him but died during a storm when trees collasped on te adults' bodies.

Flirty;; It's not a top priority of his, but manages to do so without meaning to. He could easily find a mate, but would rather stay with his beloved owner. He would stay with her for a life-time and longer.
Example: Whenever he seems to pass a female, he give the she-wolf a comment that makes her blush.

:| Dislikes and Likes.
:| Likes.

Artemis;; He has a great fondness of her. She is his owner. Opium is immensely in love with her, despite the fact that she is a biped.
Why: Without her, he would be dead. When he was forgotten by his family he was found by her and cared for to no end.

Hunting;; Opium enjoys this act very much. He like the thought of having the chance of having to save his master. It makes him feel prideful and strong. The thrill of it all mkes him giddy and being with his owner in such a way, working together, pleases him.
Why: He wants to make his master appreciate him more and he thinks perhaps they will be together forever. He wants to save her during this anyway to make this happen.

Music;; Specificly Indian music being played through the Indian flute, though he has a strong weakness to the orcania. It calms him and makes him think about what he's done. He gos very deep, and then he feels crappy; but Opium thinks he deserves this feeling because of all the terrible things he's accomplished.
Why: He likes being able to think clearly and not feel stupid, and this is normlly the only time when he can.

Running;; He feels free when he runs, and loves the breeze blowing in his face while he's dashing.
Why: He has rather long fur and occansinally becomes hot and the winds rush cools him.

:| Dislikes.

Chatter;; Too much conversing seems pointlss to him and hurts his hurt.
Why: He simply finds it annoying.

Death;; Other than him owner's death and his, he doesn't really care about this matter. But, her protection is the upmost importance to him, and if she dies, death will screw with his mind and make him go mad.
Why: How would you feel if the one you loved died and you couldn't do anything about it?

Strangers;; He is cautious of them and doesn't trust those he doesn't know.
Why: He's worried that they might harm Artemis.

Zeus;; He is a cruel, evil killer that doesn't care about anyone but himself.
Why: He killed Artemis.

:| History/Backround.
His footsteps were light and swift as the neon green eyes followed the hare anonymously. The wind was at his side, blowing his scent away from the rabbit.

“Now!” Someone behind him demanded. The wolf lunged out of the bushes quickly, reacting before the hare’s ‘run’ instinct kicked in. The canine’s fangs punctured the animal’s frail flesh easily. The white and black Dire wolf stood up gallantly and swished his tail back and forth. A human emerged from the foliage and grinned.

“Fantastic, Opium, wonderful catch.” She rubbed his skull kindly and gingerly pulled the hare out of his jaw. She walked ahead of the wolf expected it to follow. It did. This Dire wolf was lingering secretly with this human. She was called Artemis, and was a Greek god- which he didn’t know. The average humans would surely place him on the icy silver table and test the poor wolf if Artemis didn’t keep him with her. Opium trusted this female; with her kind, loving nature, her strong muscular build capable of protecting him of harm, and her intelligence. Opium was protected when he was by her side.

“Well, Hope,” Artemis began. Hope was his special name. She thought it fit him quite well. “With this rabbit and some roots, we can make a nice concoction. We may need some spices though…” She trailed off, scratching her lower jaw. Opium cocked his head but continued to trot by her side loyally. He wanted desperately to please her, so he turned the opposite way and began digging near a patch of large weeds. Artemis watched in pleasure as the wolf pulled three wide roots from the ground and dropped them before her feet. The Dire wolf stuck his nose in the air and zipped off from behind the brush.

Artemis didn’t follow. She knew he would be back to give her something soon enough. She leaned against a tree and slide down its rough bark. She stared at the gruesome creature in her hands. Its fur was stained red in large spots because of the blood oozing out of its body. The color was oddly pleasing. She half-smiled and glanced at the rustling plants beside her.

Opium arrived and dropped wild onion in front of her, panting. She nodded a thank you and rubbed her finger around in the moist blood of the rabbit. Opium took a step towards her and squinted at her fingers, confused. She grabbed his scruff and pulled the dog close. Artemis plucked at his neck fur until the tips of the hairs were blood red.

“Marvelous.” Artemis said emotionlessly. Opium flexed his neck and looked behind him, incapable of seeing what his owner had done. Artemis just laughed and stood up, patting his rib cage. Opium flattened his ears not amused, lagging behind a few yards but still keeping up.

They arrived at camp; a large sheet of rock peeking out of the ground- a perfect place to lie under- a thin, shallow stream and many tall redwoods lingered at their base, all a great help. Artemis pulled out a shard of glass from a hollow in a tree and concentrated the sunlight through the slice of glass and onto a leaf. The dead limb of the redwoods caught fire and ignited a slim, dry twig next to it starting a fire.

Opium grinned deviously, ready to tear apart the rabbit for meat. He was cruel for wanting this, but he didn’t care. The smell of the raw meat cooking was intoxicating. Saliva was dripping down his muzzle. He growled impatiently and sat down to occupy himself instead of snarling needlessly. Hi tail thumped the ground sending small burst of dirt flying while Artemis pulled the meat away from the fire.

Opium barked loudly.

“Oh hush, I still need to season it and throw in some roots. You are so short!” Artemis spat. “Gosh Hope, you are so stubborn some times.” She was shaking her head back and forth. “Don’t touch this while I’m gone, I have to go get the blade,” she grumbled. Opium nodding politely but Artemis didn’t believe it. She walked away muttering to herself on how dumb that wolf could be trying to trick her.

Opium checked all sides of him. She was gone, heading to the rock den where they kept their most important weapons. He lay on his belly and crawled forward careful not to make to much noise. He didn’t want to attract Artemis now; which was odd, for he loved the human immensely. He found it strange himself, and had to admit this wasn’t the best idea ever. He thought about stopping; this wasn’t right to steal that last of their meat! He felt his stomach growl. Instantly the Dire wolf knew he had to keep going. He felt weird for having to be so brave for such a petty thing.

Food, he rethought, is not petty. It is what keeps us alive, what keeps us going because we know we can find it. Opium leaned forwards towards the blazing coals and stuck his nose in the flames trying to get a grip on the rabbit. A yelp escaped him and the dog stood up and bolted after Artemis, his appetite suddenly gone.

“You idiot,” Artemis said jokingly as soon as the event registered through her mind. She tugged on the wolf’s tail and ducked out of the den back to the fire. Opium followed her cautiously not wanting to have her burnt, too.

She leaned in and stripped off her jacket. Her hands entered the pockets and went into the licks of fire grabbing the meat. Opium barked at her to be careful. She placed the meat on a strip of bark that she had carried with her and quickly threw some roots into the fire, and pulled them out just has fast. Opium was worried for the human. What if she was injured?

Just then a delicious array of meat, roots, and spices was set in front of him. His worries disappeared as did the food; obviously he had found his appetite.

~*~

Today was relaxing day. Leftovers- if there were any- chilling, sitting in the stream, doing whatever. Opium loved this day. He tending to flirt with Artemis purposely and other female wolves they passed during their afternoon walk accidently. He always felt bad when he did this, though. He loved Artemis and that was that.

“Hope, we are going to see if we can catch a goose or two today.” Opium understood. They were surprisingly easy to kill because of their slow land movement, but if they manage to take to the sky, they’ll come after you and you must zip towards the forest.

The wolf nodded and squirmed out of the den, shaking out his fur. Artemis followed on her knees and stood up when she was in the open. Opium was already prancing down the stream knowing the geese wandered around here, eating grasses that grew tall around the banks.

A fairly large goose was plucking at the ground and Artemis stalked up to the wolf and whispered in his ear:
“You cannot cross the stream,” she told him while they were both behind a boulder; “it will surely hear you.”

There went his plan.

“But you can surely lunge over it. By the time it notices the noise, you will be too close for it to fly to far, and you can catch it in mid-air.”

Here came his new plan.

The wolf nodded and stalked into the forest silently and paced deeper into it. He faced the place where he came from, and bolted. His pace was even and his paws were wide making him have sure footing which helped when he reached the rocky bank. The goose was struggling to spread its wings and get momentum to its feet. The wolf soared over the stream- it was very, very wide here- landing on the goose who managed to get three feet in the air.

Artemis cheered and clasped her hands together and splashed through the stream, scaring away the other geese before the noticed their comrade was dead.

“Great, what a feast we will have with this baby.” Her eyes traced the goose’s figure; it was twice the size of Opium’s head! “I can cook roots again, maybe gather some walnuts.” Opium agreed with a nod and hopped through the steam to the other side with the female human trailing behind him.

“You can dig for roots, and by the time we’re both done, it will be early enough that we can go on our walk and have dessert.”

Dessert? Did she just say, dessert? Opium’s head raced and he smiled. Now, he was crazy. Simply crazy. He hopped around Artemis and howled with happiness. Dessert! his head screamed, dessert! Artemis laughed at him and went in search of her walnuts.

Opium was left to look for roots. Large, juicy, fresh roots. His wild phase passed and he trotted to a cluster of cattails. He began to dig. These roots were small, but were about as juicy as you could get with them being so close to a water source. He tugged them apart from the surfacing part of the plant, and set them next to his back paws.

Then he thought he heard something. A shrill scream, surely. But it held power within its tone; a power so dainty but strong enough to fit a dictator. Suddenly Opium realized the only person it could be.

Artemis.

~*~

His legs were going faster than they should, so they ached immensely. He heard cries of fighting; small umphs and ughs were the loudest of the bunch, a common Artemis interjection. Opium saw it; a huge, muscular man wearing a white toga. The sight of the male triggered a memory in a story that Artemis had once told him about the gods.

That was Zeus.

“You traitor! You told the dog of us! He has power- he can tell the humans!” Zeus hissed.

“He wouldn’t though!” Artemis retorted. Her expression was hopeless and tired.

Opium put the pieces together. Zeus was a god, as was Artemis; but was it his Artemis that was so? Being seen together, the two immortal beings, Opium knew that she was the true god. She herself was forbidden to tell anyone of their existence because the humans would hunt the gods down and rule them. They did not want that.

“Your punishment, Artemis,” Zeus began. Opium flinched and dreaded the next words. “Is death.”

That instant, Opium fell himself become dizzy and fall, and then everything went black.

~*~

He awoke confused behind some small shrubs. He remembered…….he remembered a big man, and Artemis. She was in trouble, and……

He saw her. Past the bush he hid behind. He hopped upright and ran to her side.

“Oh, oh, Hope.” She managed to choke out. “Promise me that you kept yourself tidy and protected, alright? Do not let the humans find you. Do you hear me?”

Opium did, but his mind was busy thinking. What powers did he have the Zeus said he had?

“Do you hear me, Opium?” Artemis spoke firmly, once more.

“Yes.” Just then as the words escaped his mouth did he realize what he had done. He had spoken. Spoke English words. Human words. His power.

“You’ve learned,” the dying god sighed.

“I did,” he admitted calmly with a hint of confusion in his voice. A burst of anger rushed through him as he thought of what Zeus had done to his dear Artemis. “Yet we speak of nonsense. I can speak, now you can understand. Now I can tell you.” She must’ve known what was coming, because the biped simply said:

“I know, dear Hope. I feel the same way.” And she kissed his forehead. “But you must live on without me. Don’t let yourself die.”

“I must kill him…” Opium snarled, ignoring her comment.

“Listen to me,” the girl pleaded pulling his muzzle to face her. She mouthed the words ‘my fault’. Opium shook his head.

“He dies.”

~*~

The wolf licked her face pleadingly for her to return. But he knew it would not happen. She nodded off with a silent good-bye he couldn’t hear through his deep slumber by her side. Their conversation before her death felt pointless; they fought. He regretted it immensely.

His eyes hardened and the last Dire wolf in the forest set off for Zeus.

It was a rather short journey, as Zeus had been watching him from the skies and felt the need to help Opium find him.

“Opium,” Zeus said coolly when he was on the ground, “your dear Artemis betrayed us. I can’t let you forget that, can I?”

“You are a devious demon!” Opium roared. The leader of the gods smirked and zapped the wolf’s leg. Opium yelped in pain and gawked at him legs. They stung, but what was more surprising was the new pattern to them.

“Now you will never forget her,” Zeus said, obviously pleased with himself. The wolf bared its teeth and lunged at the god.

“Bad idea~” Opium was slammed against a tree, crumpled and wounded as soon as he hit the forest floor. “Don’t attack your god, silly!” Zeus thundered angrily. Opium wanted to give up. He wanted to die right then and there. But he was brave. He wouldn’t give up. Not for Artemis. He struggled to stand and Zeus gifted him with a sly grin.

“Brave little wolf, eh?” He closed in on the canine but soon slowed to a stop. Opium was glowing! “What?”

“Don’t. Taunt. Me.” And a bang sounded. So powerful Zeus fled to the skies in which he came.

“Good riddance,” Opium scuffed.

And the world, once again, black out.

~*~

He had died. Not physically, but emotionally. He was a transparent thing that floated through the air unsure over everything. He was lost without her. Completely blank. Maybe he should himself to the humans? They would kill him and get this death haven over with. He considered it and decided.

“Sure, why not.”

He was far out from the heart of the forest anyway, so he was practically ten miles away from the humans’ civilization. Opium wanted it to be over with. So he ran. He wind ruffled his fur, and for the first time since Artemis died, he felt pleasure. He rethought his human suicide. But the plan stuck to him and he didn’t change his decision.

He could hear motors. Then he saw the tar black color of the road. A car zoomed by. This would be much quicker, he thought.

And there she was. A little girl around five years old walking into the death path where humans sat inside their motorized vehicles and rode down it. The girl was going to grab her teddy bear. A young adult was jamming to an earpiece that Opium didn’t know the name of. An adult was screaming what seemed to be the little girl’s name.

“Daisy! DAISY!!”

“One minute, Mommy.” Opium knew what he had to do. He jumped. He was his real color again and didn’t hover over the ground. This made him happy as he snatched the girl away from the street and ran back into the forest.

There was a blank expression on the child’s face. Opium blinked and then cocked his head.

“Puppy,” the child giggled and patted his head with the same gentleness of Artemis.

“Daisy.”

:| Art.

Sketch'd, digitally lined/colored, uploaded with Iaza. Also, I added a little more color to his leg markings, as well as his ear fluff. c;

This pose hits me hard. "For those who have souls tend to run closer to the backyard, while those who are immortal lack these spiritual items and run farther than possible down the thin string of myths and dreams." ~Opium

:| Other.
I'm sure I'll find something. xP

(( By the way guys, you typed in history in the history portion of the form like 'histroy'. You spelt personality like 'personailty', too. ;3 ))

[winter.]

My Adoption Form for Opium!

Kennel:
14

Name:
Opium

Breed:
Wolf (particurally a Mckenzie Artic Grey Wolf)

Age:
Almost 2 years old! Born October 7, 2008

Description:
Opium has a height of 4 feet from paw to hithers. He weighs 200 pounds. He has marshmellow white fur. His irises are a gorgeous fern green, and the designs on his legs and his claws are a bright purple! He has deep red dye in his shoulder fur. He has a dappled green and black nose. His tongue is a striped purple and black, he has black stripes all under his body, and a black streak under his left eye. He is slim, but muscular.

Why do you want this animal? & What will you do for this animal?:
I have three characters, all girls; my fursona, a wolf named Pandora; Pandora's best bud, a winged snow leopard named Iris; and Mango, a zebra! I would like to add a male to the family and would like for him to be Pandora's mate! Pandora is a black wolf with green eyes, black fur, a white blaze on her chest, and purple swirls on her legs and tail. I think they would be perfect together! I get art for my characters every week and very soon I will be getting a halloween picture made with all them in costumes! He will be put on my special character page also! I really adore this character and I hope he will be able to come home with me! I will keep the name, I think it is very creative as I like creative names! If you have any questions, PLEASE ask!

Personality:
Very creative and kind, but somewhat of a bad boy. Very protective also. He LOVES Pandora with all his heart and will shield her with his life! He loves nighttime and especially loves going for midnight strolls with Pandora.

Dislikes & Likes:
Opium likes nighttime, the color black, candy, Halloween, horror movies, and of course, Pandora!

He dislikes most vegetables, anything pink, insects, and annoying people.

History/Background:
Opium was born into a pack of dogs who dwelled in Northern Illinois. His parents were the alphas of the pack and he was the heir to the position of alpha-male so all the females wanted to mate with him, because if Opium chose them, they would become the alpha-female. However, Opium did not care for any of the females in his pack. He played a important role in the pack He was the strongest fighter iand help fend off intruders, but on one day in early February, an intruder came to challenge his father's leadership, but he was like none Opium had ever seen before! He was more broad, wide, and tall, than anyone he had ever seen! He was 5 feet tall, 3 feet wide, and had fur like charcoal. He had eyes like pits, and teeth like knives. He also had a large battle scar under his right eye. He came and offered them their lives, if they would give him the position of alpha-male, but they refused and Opium squared up to the intruder. They fought long and hard. Opium fought as hard as he could but he couldn't take him! One brutal hit after another, and finally, he collapsed. He heard yipes, barks, and shrieks, it was too late.......

A few days later:

Lauren was a veterinarian who worked late nights at an animal hospital in Illinois, an hour or so away from Chicago. She had four animals.....a wolf named Pandora, a panther named Magnolia, a bird named Iris, and a flying wolf named Fiona. On a chilly February evening, Pandora was taking her evening walk through the woods, which were about a quarter mile away from the house. She was near the stream and saw a terrible scene. Plants were ripped up and blood was everywhere! She knew something montrous had occured. She looked around for any survivors and under some bushes, she found what looked like a wolf. It was large and had blood stained fur and a gash on it's chest, six inches long! It was deep and oozing blood. She checked for a heartbeat and sure enough, there it was. However, it was faint and irregular. Pandora knew she had to go get help. She sprinted back to the house and got the others. Together they carried him back to the house. Lauren had a room that she used when she had to take patients home. She layed him on the operation table in the center of the room and assessed the animal. It turned out it was a male wolf of 1 year or so.In addition to the large bleeding gash on his chest, his leg had a nasty bite wound. He had been in a fight. After dressing the wolf's wounds and inserting an IV, she left, and Pandora came in. Since, Opium's wounds were cleaned up, she could actually see what he looked like. He was a white wolf with swirled designs on his front legs like Pandora and some odd shaped markings on his back legs. He had black stripes on his underbelly and underneath his tail. He had two black earrings in each ear and a green and black dapple nose. At that moment, he woke up.

"Where am I?", he asked.
"You're in my house. You're safe now, don't worry.", Pandora replied.
"What happened?"
"I found you in the woods. You were unconcious and hurt."
"The fight...."
"What?"
"...everyone's dead. It's all my fault."
"Your family is dead?"
".....he was too strong."
"How did you get so injured?"
"An intruder came. He wanted to take over. He offered us our lives if we'd hand it over. We said no. I tried to take him, but he was too strong. He killed the whole pack, and I blacked out."
"Oh my gosh, that's horrible! Why didn't he kill you?"
"He must have thought I was dead..."
"You looked like you were dead!"
"Yeah."
"What's your name?"
"Opium. What's yours."
"Pandora."
"I like that name."
"Yours too."
"Thanks."
"You should get some rest, you're probably exhausted."
"Yes, I am."
"I am so sorry about your family."
"Thank you."
"I'll let you sleep now..."
"Don't leave, I'd like you to stay. It would make me more comfortable."
"Sure. After you heal, you are welcometo live with us, since you don't have a family."
"I'd like that....thank you."
"Your welcome. Rest now."

As Opium fell peacefully into sleep he started having a dream.......
The image was of Pandora and him, running together. Her emerald green eyes sparkled and her midnight black fur blew gracefully in the wind. At that moment, he realized how in love with her he was. She was beautiful! He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't! What if she didn't feel the same way. He would have to wait until she told him.....or he couldn't wait any longer.

8 months later.

On Halloween night, Opium and Pandora went out together on a moonlit walk through the woods. It was 11:30 and all the children were trick or treating. Lauren was probably passing out candy, and who knew what the girls were up to!!!
The moon beams shined through the willow branches, and the leaves on the ground created a rainbow of colors. They stopped at the small creek that ran through the woods. On some days they followed it down to the pond where they could swim and play with the fish! However, Opium came here for a different reason. He stopped next to a bush of raspberries.

"Have you ever tried one of these?"
"No, I haven't."
"You should, they are delicious."
"Opium, I know that is not the only reason you stopped."
"You see through me, don't you."
"You know it! Now, tell me what's wrong."
"Pandora, remember that night in February, when you found me and took me home."
"Of course I do! Why?"
"That night, I had a dream...."
"What about?"
"You and me were running together. I looked over at you and I realized how gorgeous you were....I have loved you since the day I met you, Pandora. I have waited so long to tell you, because I thought I would sound stupid, and I didn't know if you felt the same way, but I can't hold it in any longer..."
"Oh, I love you too, Opium! I have for a while!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"

Then they kissed under the light of the full moon and walked off into the trees, deep and unconditionally in love!



Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication}

[center]

I actually drew this! My first ever drawing on Oekaki! Drawn with a laptop pad! Used picture on top of form as ref!

Quick sketch of Opium! Not really 'quick' though, took 30 minutes!

Other:{If there is anything left}

Not really! I adore Opium and if you have any questions, PLEASE do not hesitate to ask! Hope you like my form!

WIP! BRB!

[macymagica]

I am looking to donate...
Image: viewtopic.php?f=32&t=271477
Name: Un-Named
Gender: Male
Species: Pony/Horse
Preferences:
-Please keep some kind of Equine
-Gender and Name can change
-Please love him/her and put him/her in a Character thread
-Don't edit the design, but you can add accesories if you'd like
-Please make a good form for him/her, if you really want him/her
By submitting this form, I, Macgirl72 , 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.

[MirrorMask]

My Adoption Form for Opium!

Kennel:
14

Name:
Opium

Breed:
Wolf

Age:
Almost 2 years old! Born October 7, 2008

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
I have four characters, all girls; my fursona, a wolf named Pandora, a flying wolf, Fiona, Pandora's best bud, a bird named Iris, and a panther named Magnolia! I would like to add a male to the family and would like for him to be Pandora's mate! Pandora is a black wolf with green eyes, black fur, a white blaze on her chest, and purple swirls on her legs and tail. I think they would be perfect together! I get art for my characters every week and very soon I will be getting a halloween picture made with all them in costumes! I really adore this character and I hope he will be avle to come home with me! I will keep the name, I think it is very creative as I like creative names! If you have any questions, PLEASE ask!

Personality:
Very creative and kind, but somewhat of a bad boy. Very protective also. He LOVES Pandora with all his heart and will shield her with his life! He loves nighttime and especially loves going for midnight strolls with Pandora.

Dislikes & Likes:
Opium likes nighttime, the color black, candy, Halloween, horror movies, and of course, Pandora!

History/Background:
Opium was born into a pack of dogs who dwelled in Nothern Illinois. His parents were the alphas of the pack and he was the heir to the position of alpha-male so all the females wanted to mate with him, because if Opium chose them, they would become the alpha-female. However, Opium did not care for any of the females in his pack. He played a important role in the pack He was the strongest fighter iand help fend off intruders, but on one day in early February, an intruder came to challenge his father's leadership, but he was like none Opium had ever seen before! He was more broad, wide, and tall, than anyone he had ever seen! He was 5 feet tall, 3 feet wide, and had fur like charcoal. He had eyes like pits, and teeth like knives. He also had a large battle scar under his right eye. He came and offered them their lives, if they would give him the position of alpha-male, but they refused and Opium squared up to the intruder. They fought long and hard. Opium fought as hard as he could but he couldn't take him! One brutal hit after another, and finally, he collapsed. He heard yipes, barks, and shrieks, it was too late.......

A few days later:

Lauren was a veterinarian who worked late nights at an animal hospital in Illinois, an hour or so away from Chicago. She had four animals.....a wolf named Pandora, a panther named Magnolia, a bird named Iris, and a flying wolf named Fiona. On a chilly February evening, Pandora was taking her evening walk through the woods, which were about a quarter mile away from the house. She was near the stream and saw a terrible scene. Plants were ripped up and blood was everywhere! She knew something montrous had occured. She looked around for any survivors and under some bushes, she found what looked like a wolf. It was large and had blood stained fur and a gash on it's chest, six inches long! It was deep and oozing blood. She checked for a heartbeat and sure enough, there it was. However, it was faint and irregular. Pandora knew she had to go get help. She sprinted back to the house and got the others. Together they carried him back to the house. Lauren had a room that she used when she had to take patients home. She layed him on the operation table in the center of the room and assessed the animal. It turned out it was a male wolf of 1 year or so.In addition to the large bleeding gash on his chest, his leg had a nasty bite wound. He had been in a fight. After dressing the wolf's wounds and inserting an IV, she left, and Pandora came in. Since, Opium's wounds were cleaned up, she could actually see what he looked like. He was a white wolf with swirled designs on his front legs like Pandora and some odd shaped markings on his back legs. He had black stripes on his underbelly and underneath his tail. He had two black earrings in each ear and a green and black dapple nose. At that moment, he woke up.

"Where am I?", he asked.
"You're in my house. You're safe now, don't worry.", Pandora replied.
"What happened?"
"I found you in the woods. You were unconcious and hurt."
"The fight...."
"What?"
"...everyone's dead. It's all my fault."
"Your family is dead?"
".....he was too strong."
"How did you get so injured?"
"An intruder came. He wanted to take over. He offered us our lives if we'd hand it over. We said no. I tried to take him, but he was too strong. He killed the whole pack, and I blacked out."
"Oh my gosh, that's horrible! Why didn't he kill you?"
"He must have thought I was dead..."
"You looked like you were dead!"
"Yeah."
"What's your name?"
"Opium. What's yours."
"Pandora."
"I like that name."
"Yours too."
"Thanks."
"You should get some rest, you're probably exhausted."
"Yes, I am."
"I am so sorry about your family."
"Thank you."
"I'll let you sleep now..."
"Don't leave, I'd like you to stay. It would make me more comfortable."
"Sure. After you heal, you are welcometo live with us, since you don't have a family."
"I'd like that....thank you."
"Your welcome. Rest now."

As Opium fell peacefully into sleep he started having a dream.......
The image was of Pandora and him, running together. Her emerald green eyes sparkled and her midnight black fur blew gracefully in the wind. At that moment, he realized how in love with her he was. She was beautiful! He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't! What if she didn't feel the same way. He would have to wait until she told him.....or he couldn't wait any longer.

8 months later.

On Halloween night, Opium and Pandora went out together on a moonlit walk through the woods. It was 11:30 and all the children were trick or treating. Lauren was probably passing out candy, and who knew what the girls were up to!!!
The moon beams shined through the willow branches, and the leaves on the ground created a rainbow of colors. They stopped at the small creek that ran through the woods. On some days they followed it down to the pond where they could swim and play with the fish! However, Opium came here for a different reason. He stopped next to a bush of raspberries.

"Have you ever tried one of these?"
"No, I haven't."
"You should, they are delicious."
"Opium, I know that is not the only reason you stopped."
"You see through me, don't you."
"You know it! Now, tell me what's wrong."
"Pandora, remember that night in February, when you found me and took me home."
"Of course I do! Why?"
"That night, I had a dream...."
"What about?"
"You and me were running together. I looked over at you and I realized how gorgeous you were....I have loved you since the day I met you, Pandora. I have waited so long to tell you, because I thought I would sound stupid, and I didn't know if you felt the same way, but I can't hold it in any longer..."
"Oh, I love you too, Opium! I have for a while!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"

Then they kissed under the light of the full moon and walked off into the trees, deep and unconditionally in love!



Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication}

Sorry, I FAIL at drawing swirls! This was done with a laptop pad!

WIP!

Other:{If there is anything left}

Not really! If you have any questions, PLEASE do not hesitate to ask! Hope you like my form!

WIP! BRB!

For art its by you meaning no linearts.Its not a fail but it has to be doen by hand.

[! october]

The code-drop will be held this Friday; so you should all have plenty of time to finish your forms. c:




I am looking to donate...
Image:

Name:
Sythin
Gender:
Female
Species:
Canine
Preferences:
She is suppossed to have eyes somewhat like those of a snake; and doesn't technically have a glowy green aura. (I just thought that it looked neat. xD)
Please do not change the design, and give her back to me if she isn't being used. <3
By submitting this form, I, Red October, 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.

[Tiikeria]

The amount of pretty going on in our kennels is killing me. XD Donations up~!