Kitsuneko Chimera Adopts (Paused)

[wyrdwurm]

Thanks for the bump Tripp ^^

For everything that I am judging tomorrow. Normally I judge sometime after 9pm CST time. My cousins have invited me out tomorrow night so there's a good chance that anything I am judging and front page updates won't happen until late at night or the next day. Sorry for the inconvenience ^^

[wyrdwurm]

Den 5 ends in a minimum of 4 hours

[Rabbitheart]

My form is already about as done as it is going to be, but gosh am I excited! :3

[wyrdwurm]

Our Duel Mutation Holiday Winner Is
Rabbitheart!

Den Five

Name: Rudy
Gender: Male
Personality: Rudy is very festive, often diving right into the holiday spirit wholeheartedly. Going on decorating tangents He is very kindhearted, always willing to help others in need. He is also very selfless, willing to sacrifice things for others. When he's sad though, he tends to spend a long time sulking and feeling sorry for himself, this often blinds him to things that are more important.
How has his nose and/or antlers affected his life:
Rudy found his nose very helpful, he was never in need of a flashlight and it made it so easy to look down cracks and see things. His antlers he didn't mind, he found them fun to decorate and they were useful in other ways as well such as backscratching if he tilted his head back and tricking prey. But having these interesting and unique traits made him the subject of vicious jokes and the victim of bullying.
A Holiday Story:
The Seeking Flame
I had been sound asleep when I was awakened by a knocking sound on the outside of my den. Reluctantly, I woke up and stretched myself, then looked over at the entrance. It was still night outside. I cocked my head in puzzlement, wondering who it could be.
"Come on in," I said, getting up. Faintly, I could hear the sound of crying.
A family of chipmunks came in, the parents were both very upset looking and I couldn't help wonder what was wrong.
"Rudy, we hear you're the best one to go to for help around here," the male began. "We could really use your help."
"Sure, what's the problem and I'll help to the best of my abilities."
"Our youngest daughter, Martha, is missing," the female sniffled. "We've looked all over for her, but we simply can't find her."
I remembered meeting Martha before, she was quite and energetic and chipper little girl, she loved to sing and tie bows at the base of her tail and around on of her ears.
"I'm fairly certain if I use my seeking flame that I'll be able to find her," I informed them. "I'll have your little girl back in no time."
And with that, I put on my earmuffs, slipped on my red collar with the bells on it and raced out of my den, quickly summoning my seeking flame and lighting my nose.
To my surprise, I realized that a storm had brewed over night and it was hard to see. No wonder the chipmunk family gave up looking for her. I thought to myself, this fact only added to my urgency to find her. I must hurry before she freezes to death.
It was Christmas eve night and I knew the young girl was probably cold and terrified, I just hoped that I would be able to find her in time. I also hoped that this experience wouldn't scar her forever when it came to Christmas.
Right now though, even I was getting cold, the wind and the snow seemed to pierce even my own thick coat of fur, the earmuffs were helping a little, but still, it was so very, very, cold. I just hoped that wherever Martha was hiding, that it was warm.
Every step I made through the snow only seemed harder and harder to make as I tried to follow my flame.
I realized at one point that it was leading me to a human town, though I was a bit afraid, I still entered. It was late enough at night that I probably wasn't in danger of being seen. I grew wary when my flame brought me close to a house, where I saw Martha perched on a window sill. She didn't seem afraid at all, if anything, she seemed really sad.
"Martha! Your family is worried sick about you! Why have you been hanging out here?" I asked as I approached her.
"Dunno," she began, her voice faint and sad sounding. "That family in there is sad, really sad Rudy."
Curiosity got the better of me, that and how heartbroken she seemed, so I went over to the window and peered in cautiously. Sadness seemed to emanate from the whole inside of the house despite how cheerfully decked out for Christmas it was.
"Their dad is in the hospital and money is tight," Martha said solemnly. "That's all that I've picked up, they're not even going to have presents. There must be something we can do, right?"
She turned to look at me and I caved in. "Yes, I'm sure there is something that we can do," I told her with a smile.
We ended up making some presents and leaving them on the doorstep, scratched at the door, and then ran off. Watching in the distance as the faces of the family lit up. I turned to Martha and smiled.
"Well, now that we've made their Christmas better, why don't you and I go back home so your family can stop worrying and have a good Christmas too."
"Okay." Martha replied, beaming at me, apparently satisfied with all that we had done.
Extra (may have as much extras as you like):
Why I love this Kitsuneko Chimera:
I love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, I always have and I always will. When I was younger, I had a set of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer pjs that had Rudolph and other characters from the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: The Movie, as well as a watch (which my brother broke by throwing up against my wall, and yes, I've never quite forgiven him for doing that as I loved that watch), we also had a set of matching slippers of Rudolph. I have had a multitude of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer plushies. One whose nose lights up and he sings the song, another that's just a small plush, and I have a Build-A-Bear Workshop stuffed animal of both him and Clarice. X3 I currently own and still wear regularly my 2 Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer shirts (1 a long-sleeved gray one that says Rudolph Rocks! and as a light in it to make his nose light up and a short-sleeved red one that has glitter), I also own a set of long sleeved/legged Rudolph PJs. I also collect Rudolph pets here on CS. So yes, I LOVE Rudolph, with a passion. X3
Why do I love him so much? Because I associated with him, I was always made fun of in elementary school by the other kids. I was a freak by their standards because I didn't act "normal," back then I hadn't been diagnosed as being ADHD, so I thought the way I acted was normal. So I empathized with Rudolph, being the freak and being an outcast essentially because of it.
Favorite Music: Christmas Music of course!

You had an excellent story and made sure to fill out everything. I enjoyed his use of his nose and antlers as well. As a note I generally do not like the why I want this adopt due to everyone having good reasons and it makes the judge feel guilty lol but you clearly adore Rudolph. So congrats rabbit! I will have the edited image up tomorrow

[Rabbitheart]

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! ♥ *hugs Rudy*

Sorry about the extra, I'll file that away for the future so as not to do that again. X3

[wyrdwurm]

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! ♥ *hugs Rudy*

Sorry about the extra, I'll file that away for the future so as not to do that again. X3

Take good care of him ^^ and its no problem, it's just a tip to how I judge

[Rabbitheart]

I will! I promise!

I feel so terrible, I just got him and now I'm going to go try out for another. Why is your species so addicting? X3

[wyrdwurm]

Because they are magical

Den 5 has been refilled with a design by Mai-Mai-Mari. The runner has brain farted on form ideas so its a creativity based form! Go nuts guys

[Rabbitheart]

Den Seven

Username: Rabbitheart
Name: Alexandr (often prefers being called Xander for short, but will go by other shortenings of his name)
Gender: Male
Personality: Xander is quite extroverted, making him a social butterfly. He enjoys meeting new people and making new friends. He is very happy and cheerful, he tends to see things on the positive side, except for when things seem too bleak for there to be a bright side. He is also very understanding and empathetic, being a very good friend he will listen to your problems and give you advice on what to do. He is also rather self-less, willing to put aside something to listen to or talk to his friends. He is very loving and affectionate, a very sweet guy. He enjoys making others laugh, he also enjoys being on the theatrical side sometimes. He can have a bit of mean streak sometimes though, though it tends to rarely be displayed, usually only jokingly. He loves to be spontaneous and keep everyone on their toes.
He is fun-loving and adventurous, not afraid to try something new and different. But he can be compulsive and rash, jumping into and doing things on a whim without really thinking it through. He can also be very self-indulgent, often doing what he wants to do instead of doing what he should be, such as homework and other important things. He has a tendency to over think things sometimes, often reading too much into things to find something that isn't really there.
What's their favorite hot beverage perfect for cold weather?: Xander's favorite hot drink is tea, he like different flavors, but his special favorite is Pomegranate Chamomile Tea.
Extra (art/story/poem/anything yo):

I sit around in my bedroom drinking my favorite hot beverage, pomegranate chamomile tea, while listening to Christmas music as it played over the radio. I love this time of year, the festiveness, the weather. It means I get to wear my favorite cream colored sweater and my pink leg warmers. I set my drink down for a moment and go over to the bookcase, pulling a personal favorite holiday book from the shelf to read. I then sit back down and begin reading, drinking my tea at intervals.
Suddenly, as I'm deep inside the world of the story held within the pages of the book, I'm jerked back into the real world by a horrible sound coming from right outside my window. At the unmistakable sound of cars crunching and tires squealing, I set the book down and hurry over to the window, peering outside. The snow is falling down rather heavily, but I can clearly see that there has been an accident. My heart stops as I notice what appears to be the lifeless form of another Kitsuneko Chimera laying on its side on the road. I squint, trying to see if I recognize who it is, but I can hardly see.
The curiosity gets the better of me and I pulled my hood up. Going outside, I begin rushing over to the scene of the accident. As I neared, I realized that the lifeless form seemed oddly familiar to me and wasn't quite so lifeless, there seemed to be some shallow breathing. My heart begins to quicken as I draw steadily close. When I am standing only a few feet away, I realize that I know who it is. It's my father, the one who had rejected me when I came out of the closet and announced that I am gay. I still love him despite the pain he had dealt to my heart when he had denounced me as his son, told me that he never wanted to see or speak to me again and had left my mother because she stuck by and supported me. I had hoped, almost every day, that he would change his mind. That he would realize that he still loves me and would want to see me. Maybe that was why he was here, maybe he was coming over to visit, maybe he had changed his mind.
I feel the tears welling up in my eyes and begin steaming down my cold face as I rush over to him; he still seems to be breathing, not quite as lifeless looking as I thought. I stand over him and gently nudge him.
"Dad," I begin. "Dad, it's me, Xander."
He groans and whimpers, presumably from the pain. "Xander," he begins weakly. "I'm...sorry..."
"Dad, it's okay, I'm going to make sure you get taken care of."
"There's nothing they can do. My body is broken, I can tell," as proof, he wheezes and begins coughing some blood onto the asphalt. "I wanted to say...I'm sorry...for what I did. I shouldn't...have...acted the way I did...Can you...forgive...me?"
Tears roll down my cheeks as I nod. "Of course I can dad, I forgave you a long time ago."
"Good," he said, a slight smile on his muzzle as he lets out a weak sigh of relief, closing his eyes.
No, no, he can't die! I frantically think to myself, hurriedly shoving a paw inside my sweater and grab my cell phone to dial for help. As I wait for someone to pick up, I feel like time is ticking by slowly, that every second my father is growing closer to death. In actuality, it wasn't very long and when an operator finally picked up, I rapidly gave them the information.
After hanging the phone and shoving it back inside my pocket, I stand there, fretting. I didn't want to lose my dad, not this close to Christmas, not when we could be spending the holidays together as a family again.
Please, I silently pray. Please let him live.
A spluttering cough from my father causes me to return my attention to him and I hurry over to him. I begin patting his back, unsure of what else I can do to help.
"Don't worry dad, help is coming soon," I tell him, trying not to let him hear the fear in my voice. "They're going to take care of you."
"What part of 'my body is broken' don't you get?" he grumbles irritably.
"Dad, they have full body casts for a reason," I reply, trying to make him laugh, or at the very least myself because I am beginning to feel stressed out and I need something to keep my mind off it, or at least lighten the mood.

* * * * * * * *

This is pure torture! I think to myself in agony, I can't stand all this waiting, not knowing how things were going or whether my dad is going to make it.
I sit down in a chair and begin absentmindedly bringing a paw to my left ear and run my thumb and forefinger along the border of my ear to touch my two earrings on it, then I drop my hand back down to my lap and begin playing with the sleeves of my sweater as I look around the large waiting room. There are wreaths hung up on the walls, a fully decorated tree with a topper and a skirt in there too. It actually eases my mind to see all of these holiday decorations, it also helps me to keep my mind off of worrying about my dad. My mom is sitting in one of the chairs and is nervously watching the television set that is mounted high up on the wall, trying to do the same thing I am as I gaze about at all the decorations. Keep our minds off of worrying.
Finally, a doctor came in and began telling us the news. Basically, they don't expect him to survive his injuries, that they are too severe and he will eventually die from them.
I look over at my mother, who looks like she is about to break down into tears.
"Mom, it'll be okay," I tell her, not sure if I'm trying to comfort her, or myself as well. "We can spend Christmas with him here."
She nods quietly and I know that she's afraid to talk, for fear that her voice will break.
I look up at the doctor, "Can we see him?"
"Of course you can, he's in room 1240 of the ICU."
I nod and thank him before I start heading over to the room with my mom. Arriving at the entrance to his room, there is a drab curtain blocking us.
"Dad," I begin tentatively. "We're here."
"Come in," I hear him say, he sounds weak, but I suppose that's to be expected when your body is broken. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."
"Why wouldn't we?" I ask as I draw back the curtain to come in, holding it open for my mom.
"Because of the way I treated you," he replies simply. His pale eyes that I inherited from him seem to melt with sorrow and regret.
"Dad, I already told you," I say, trying to summon a laugh. "I've forgiven you, we both have."
My mom nods her head in agreement. "We're worried about you sweetie."
"I know, I don't know why, but I know," he sighs wearily, wincing at the pain from the action, causing my mother to nearly lunge to his aid.
"You need to be more careful sweetie," she tells him.
"I'm sorry I'm ruining your guys's Christmas," he mumbles.
"Don't be dad," I say, interrupting him. "We can celebrate it with you, here in the hospital, right mom?"
She nodded, "Yes, we won't leave you here alone without us here to celebrate with you."
"Not that there's much to celebrate about," he grumbles, classic dad.
"Sure there is, you're still alive and we're together again," my mom tells him.
"That's definitely worth celebrating the holidays for," I say, smiling at him.

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-Marzipan
-Pomegranate Chamomile Tea
-His family
-Christmas
-His friends
-Meeting new people
-Making new friends
-His sweater
-His leg warmers
-His earrings (changing them too)
-Changing up his wardrobe
-Being spontaneous
-Bright colors
-Glee
-Going to parties with friends
-Talking in a "Victorian accent" (for fun)

-Bullies
-Waiting
-alcohol
-smoking
-boring people
-homework
-tests

-Maru
-Rudy

Art

by Lioness626

[violentPrince]

Den Seven

Username: Rabbitheart
Name: Alexandr (often prefers being called Xander for short, but will go by other shortenings of his name)
Gender: Male
Personality: Xander is a social butterfly, he enjoys meeting new people and making new friends. He is very happy and cheerful, he is also very understanding. A very good friend, he will listen to your problems and will give you advice on what to do. He is very loving and caring, a very sweet guy. He enjoys making others laugh, he also enjoys being on the theatrical side sometimes. He can have a bit of mean streak sometimes though, though it tends to rarely be displayed, usually only jokingly.
What's their favorite hot beverage perfect for cold weather?: Xander's favorite hot drink is Pomegranate Chamomile Tea.
Extra (art/story/poem/anything yo):

It's Cold Outside

I sat around in my bedroom, drinking my favorite hot beverage, pomegranate chamomile tea, and listening as Christmas music as it played over the radio. I love this time of year, the festiveness, the weather. It means I get to wear my favorite cream colored sweater and my pink leg warmers. I set my drink down for a moment and go over to the bookcase, pulling a personal favorite holiday book from the shelf to read. I then sit back down and begin reading, drinking my tea at intervals.
Suddenly, as I'm deep among in the world of the story held within the pages of the book, I'm jerked back into the real world by a horrible sound coming from right outside my window. The sound of cars crunching and tires squealing, I set the book down and hurry over to the window and peer outside. The snow is falling down rather heavily, but I can clearly see that there has been an accident. Then, my hear stops. I notice what appears to be the lifeless form of another kitsuneko chimera, I squint, trying to see if I recognize who it is, but I can hardly see.
The curiosity got the better of me and I pulled my hood up and went outside, rushing over to the scene; as I neared, I realized that the lifeless form seemed oddly familiar to me and my heart began to quicken. I stood only a few feet away when I knew who it was. It was my father, the one who had rejected me when I had come out of the closet and announced that I am gay. I still love him despite the pain he had dealt to my heart when he had denounced me as his son, told me that he never wanted to see or speak to me again and had left my mother because she stuck by and supported me. I had hoped, almost every day, that he would change his mind. That he would realize that he still loves me and would want to see me. Maybe that was why he was here, maybe he was coming over to visit, maybe he had changed his mind.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and begin streaming down my face as I rush over to him, he still seems to be breathing, not quite as lifeless looking as I though. I stood over him and nudged him.
"Dad," I began. "Dad, it's me, Xander."
He groaned and whimpered, presumably from the pain. "Xander," he began weakly. "I'm...sorry..."
"Dad, it's okay, I'm going to make sure you get taken care of."
"There's nothing they can do. My body is broken, I can tell," as proof, he wheezed and began coughing some blood onto the asphalt. "I wanted to say...I'm sorry...for what I did. I shouldn't...have...acted the way I did...Can you...forgive...me?"
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I nodded. "Of course I can dad, I forgave you a long time ago."
"Good," he said, a slight smile on his muzzle as he let out a weak sigh of relief.

~Still a WIP, not sure I like the story much. X3 ~

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