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[Nuky 101]

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel # 157
Name You'd Choose for It: Strawberry
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I love the dog because, of it's color and everything! I love how it's so well done and professional. And I'm sure I could write a story about it. (I love writing stories).
History/Background/Other: "Get her out of here!" screamed a mother wolf. Strawberry tucked her head underneath her tail. "Why does mama wana get rid of me?" she wondered. "She looks nothing like us! It's a disgrace!" the female wolf shouted. "Oh." thought Strawberry. Then she felt her dad's teeth around her neck as he lifted her up. "Papa, why does mama wana get rid if me?" Strawberry asked as her papa carried her through the forest and far away. "Because she thinks you're different-a disgrace." her dad answered when her set her down. "Do you think that papa?" Strawberry asked. "No, Strawberry and I know we'll see each other again soon." her dad whispered. "Wait, what do mean by-" Strawberry was cut off by her papa. He took off running shouting "Good bye Strawberry! Good bye....." "Wait! Papa!" Strawberry shouted her eyes growing wide and filled with tears. "Come back! Papa!"
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yes.

[Ranua]

I can't wait for the drop! 8D

[Fully Alive]

I can't wait for the drop! 8D

This, I can't wait for the codedrop^^[/center]

[Lirrie]

My question is if we message the donar and they dont reply for a week what do we do?

[June Bug]

Oh fudgemonkies! I thought we had 'till Sunday! Maybe there should be a day picked instead of just 'weekend' for those of us who are busy and try to schedule around this kind of thing? ^^;

[Shiko Hayashi]

This post has been ninja'd. I shall be working on my form and waiting for the next code drop after this one to post it. After I get permission from Ikaaa of course.

[BouncyBall]

Pet's ID Tag: kennel #131
Name You'd Choose for It: Flicker
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: i lov ecats, and th ecolors are perfect!
History/Background/Other: sh ecomes form a lineag eo fvery noble cats
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Lirrie]

Pet's ID Tag: #24
Name You'd Choose for It: Siro
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: Because I love the designs. I love how it's carefully simple, yet majestic and beautiful at the same time. Something with it just clicks with me. Simple and Balanced.
History/Background/Other: When Siro was born, he was born with the mark of a Rouge. A Rouge, is a wolf that has powers. Not like the ordinary fantasy powers like turning into a demon, or controlling elements, but the real powers. Controlling the very essence of everyday things. These Rouges are born once every 777 years. When born, it is exactly June 15, 12:00 pm. Born under a half moon. To some, Rouges are terrible creatures. Creatures that don't deserve the life they have been given. So they cast them out into the wild. When Siro was born, the mark was fresh on his flank like black paint against his silver fur. The color of the moon. His eyes were a fresh ice blue, the color of winter on the water. Frozen in time. Siro was the last, and final pup born. As the five pups of the Alpha female lay, suckling in the dark warm birthing den, Siro opened his eyes. A normal wolf pup, will not open his eyes until about 12 to 15 days has passed. But like I said before. Siro was born with the mark of a Rouge. In the darkness of the den, Siro saw the very essence of the world. He saw his mother and his brother's and sister's true forms. Their spirits, or their essences, if you will. He saw the world's true form, and the world saw his. Then, he closed his eyes and the glow that had filled the den disappeared with the ice blue eyes that had captured the world's attention. 15 days later, Siro and his siblings tumbled out of the den for the first time, to see the world. It was mid summer. The flowers were in full bloom and a warm breeze wafted through the trees, making the leaves whisper through the air. Animals scampered around and the pack was laying in the shade of a white willow, awaiting the pups. The pups then ran towards the pack, yipping with excitement. This day, they would receive their names. As the Alpha's and the rest of the pack gathered in a half circle around the pups, the Alpha began to speak. "Pups. Listen to me. You see the world as it is today. But when you receive your name, you must remember. The world is harsh, and cruel. Yet forgiving and gentle. " His father spoke. Siro and his siblings sat, listening to him. Where the other's might not of understood his father, Siro understood full well. For he remembered, seeing the world for the first time as he left his mother's womb. He remembered the burst of colors. The clear blue of winter. The orange fire of Autumn. The grass green of Spring. Then the warm sun yellow of Summer. He remembered the pulsing heart of the world, every being but a speck in it's majesty. Yet every being as important as the heart that kept the world alive. "Your names are your own. These, are just your Day names. Your Night Names, your True Names, are the ones that you must find on your own." His mother said softly in her warm voice. Then, his father stepped forward and began the naming. As each brother or sister walked past him with excitement, Siro seemed to sense their very essence. He remembered the names called out. But in his head, their True names spoke louder.
Adriel
Silto
Grete
Waetro
Fyiro
Their names cried out. Try as he might though, he could not hear his own. Finally, it was his turn. He stepped forward, standing firm and tall, his eyes raised to meet his father's. Turning respectfully away, Siro awaited his name. But it never came. He turned to his father to find him staring, not at him, but at the mark on his flank. And the look on his face, was not of joy or elation, but of horror and sorrow. Siro cocked his head in confusion. His father turned away from him, but Siro stepped forward. "Father. My name." Siro said in a small voice. But in that small voice, you heard the world. The deep silence of Winter. The call of the raven in Autumn. The feral purr of the tiger in Summer. The drop of rain in Spring. At the sound of his voice, his father froze. "The world already has a name. Go search somewhere else." his father said in a hard voice. but behind that hardness, Siro heard the sorrow. Then it dawned on him. The one thing his mother had said to them. "If your father does not name you, then you are not of this pack. Make sure that you get your name." He heard his mother's voice in his head, whispering to them. Siro cried out in sorrow and dismay. "But I am pack!" he cried. His father rounded on him and hit the side of his head, sending him sprawling in the dirt. 'Leave! You are not of this pack!" His father snarled. In fear, and in utter sorrow, Siro turned and ran. Tail tucked firmly between his legs and ears back, he ran from his father. He ran from the eyes of his family. He ran from his one chance, at a normal life. As he ran through the forest, weaving through trees and leaping over logs, his eyes were opened and the essences of the world flooded before him. The green of a tree. It's long arms reaching towards Heaven. The black eye of a squirrel, it's curled tail, undecided of which way to go. The brown and white pelt of a young deer, part of the earth, yet part of the air. The black feathers of a raven, messenger from the dead, yet carrier of the living. Then himself. His silver pelt as bright as the moon, seeing the world for what it truly was. Gentle, forgiving, harsh, cruel, tender, loving, yet dark and hating. Then as he ran, he realized, he was not alone. Wolves, with pelts as dark as the night, or pelts as bright as snow, ran beside him. Their eyes gleaming and the marks of the Rouge like fresh paint on their flanks. Some White, some Black, some Silver, some Gold. But all the same. All together. Their voices cried,

We are the Rouges. And nothing is hidden from our eyes. We see the very essence of life, and we control it.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Hell yeah
(s'cuse me for that)


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I hope you guys enjoyed that. It's a sample of a story I plan to write soon. But with humans, not wolves.
I plan to write more as soon as I can.

You have to have permission. It says you have to messae her for premission

Kennel #24: Cheroki
Breed: Wolf
Donor: Ikaaa
Preferences:
Please PM me with your reason to wanting him, you don't have to post loads, but the more you do, the more I am likely to give you him.

[Shiko Hayashi]

I am doing so now. Thank you Lirrie.

[Lirrie]

Lol well ive already tried no responese but Im going to go ahead and make a form too, hes the perfect character for larken in Luner Cresent Eclipses story.