Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Cottleston]

Is this round ending today?

[Shiko Hayashi]

I'm so excited! I can;t wait to see who win's Number three! I mean, I relaly hope I do, but I'm wishing everyone out there who posted a form on him/her good luck. So yeah.

GOOD LUCK!

[Atwood]

Forms will be collected in about six hours, so any last-minute changes to forms should be made soon.

[Cottleston]

Awesome :3

[Benedict]

-hopes she gets Tribal-

[Shiko Hayashi]

*shrugs* I'm not sure how big a chance I got at getting Cypher, or Number 3, but I'll hold on to my faith that I will.

[Sykhe]

I would like to adopt!

Number: Two!

Name: Kariina, meaning 'found'
Species: Half Lion, half Leopard
Personality: Kariina, or Rii (said ree) as she likes to go by is a very shy and awkward young one. She is quiet and often sticks in the background, preferring to watch what's going on rather than attempt to participate. She is very skittish and if she becomes frightened she will either climb up a tree or attempt to hide in the brush. Despite her shy exterior, once you get to know her she blossoms like a flower. She is very creative, and loves to try new things. Although she has a habit to get herself into trouble because of her curiosity, she will never pass up a learning experience. She longs for friends but is often too shy to make the first move, but if they make the first move and are a tad persistent she will often shine.
Likes: Learning, trying new things, exploring, friends, warmth.
Dislikes: Being the center of attention, being yelled at, pushy 'people'.
Background:
The King snarled as the young Lioness cowered below him. His head was raised high, his claws unsheathed, and his hackles were standing up.
"How could you mate with... With that spotted.... PARD!?" He snarled, using the short term for 'Leopard', for in the animal kingdom it is derogatory. He paced in front of the Lioness, never taking his eyes off her. "Well? Answer!" He snarled at her, making her shake visibly.
With her body shaking, the young Lioness opened her eyes and looked at the King. She feared he would kill her, her mate, and the cub that made her belly swell.
"I... Because I love him..." She whispered, although the whole Pride could hear her. They were standing around her in a semi-circle completely silent. Everyone had varied expressions. Shock, anger, sadness, fear. But that statement made the entire Pride gasp, except the King. He narrowed his eyes at her and growled lowly, silencing the startled noise.
"He is not our kind. He is weaker, less civil!" He began, but was cut off with a "NO!"
The Lioness quickly silenced herself, cowering back again, but it was too late. She had spoken against the King, and there was always penalty for that. The King raised his paw and swiped it across her golden face, tearing fur and skin alike away from it in four brutal claw marks that dripped with blood. She cried out, and fell on her side, panting.
"King, she has gone into labor... We must deliver the cub," An elder Lioness said. The King swished his tail but nodded. The young Lioness was taken to the birthing den where she spent long hours giving birth to the strange hybrid feline. When she was done, the King was alerted. He walked in, and the young Lioness curled her body around the young one. The cub was a female, with her eyes sealed shut of course. Her body consisted of spots, similar to a Lion cubs when they are first born, but permanent. They were on her skin not just her fur. Her tail was that of a lions, but her body was not as bulky. The King growled at the pair, showing his deadly teeth. He called in one of the younger male Lions.
"Take this monstrosity away. Leave it in the jungle for the Hyenas to find."
As the younger male attempted to take the newborn, her mother hissed and stood up, ready to defend her cub with her life. This angered the King, who bowled her over to a corner of the cave. As her cub was taken away from her, she screamed. But that scream was quickly cut off...

The younger Lion dropped the newborn in the grass. Surely the Hyenas would find it here. He roared in an attempt to lure the Hyenas into thinking a kill had been made. The cub made small mewling sounds, but the Lion ignored it and started off back home.
But the young Lion had been reckless. He'd left it near an old rotting tree. A fluffy tail twitched in irritance at being woken by such a loud sound. A spotted body stretched on the branch and climbed down. Nini shook herself once she was on the ground. She was hungry.
When a strange mewling sound came from the grass to her right she jumped. On guard, she walked towards it and investigated the sound. There she found a young cub. She gasped. The cub was certainly very strange. Nini could tell it was of Leopard kin, but it was also VERY clear it was of Lion kin. She looked around, wary of any watching Lions. Quickly she picked up the newborn by the scruff and ran off into the jungle, to her main cave den.
She snuggled the young one. She had always wanted a child of her own, but had yet to find the right mate. "You will be my cub." She cooed to the young one, who was suckling. It was amazing that her body had begun to produce the milk the child needed, but Nini was not going to complain.
"I will call you... Kariina. My little found one."

PHEW. I haven't come up with a story on my toes for quite a while, this was LOADS of fun.

And... Yes, I am very aware that because Nini is an Amur Leopard, she would likely NOT be near Lions... But it fit the story, so... >__> Ignore it, k?

[Yoite]

I would like to adopt!

Number: Two. <3

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Name: Selah, which means "Pause and reflect."
Species: Citali, an ancient royal breed found in the heart of Africa.

Personality: Selah is shy, quiet and gentle, though she is very deceiving. As such, she will often inspire confidence or fear in others, depending on who you are. Though she's not hesitant to throw in her opinion or snap if you get on her bad side. She's a bit pridefulof her beautiful pelt, it's just part of her nature. She's sporty and loves making up new games to play with her friend, Nimbalo. She's reluctant to make new friends and can sometimes be rude, though she doesn't mean to be. One thing she hates, though, is the emerald on her forehead. She feels that it binds her to a past she's never known, and it haunts her.

Likes: Learning about nature, learning about other 'worlds'. She's naturally curious about anything. She loves adventures, and happy endings in books. Selah has always loved showing her creativity through art, using her plant dies and different clays, she expresses herself through masterpieces.

Dislikes: Grumpy people, darkness, tuna fish. She hates it when someone else tries to be her friend, because she feels that if she would likes to be friends she would have said so. She stutters, and she hates that and how people will try to help her sound out words.

Background: Selah was born in the mighty tribe Citali, a royal breed of pompous big cats who are very superstitious and do not associate with other animals. The head queen of the Citali, Naomi, mate of Jhiguale was expected to have a male child to take over the throne of the Citali when Jhiguale, the king, died. All of the tribe's highest seers prophesied that the child was to be a male, as and there would be consequences if it wasn't a male, for if a queen had a female child she was considered cursed. Everyone was anxious, for Jhiguale had a mate before who had a cub who was female. The cub had been killed instantly. They where also excited to see if the prophecies were true -- which stated that the male child of the high queen Naomi would hold the mark of their god Emraldeus.

Jhiguale paced in front of Naomi's chamber, his whiskers twitching and his rough, black and red mane swishing in the breeze. He sat down with an aggravated 'hrumph', his tail slapping back an forth on the stone in front of the chamber. It had been too long, much too long, since Naomi had gone into labor. Something was not right. He turned his head slowly and called into the birthing chamber, "Agusti! Well?! What is going on in there?". A paced, frighted reply met the king's annoyed voice. "Sire... there is bad news, sire." Jhiguale was immedietly on his paws. "Well? What is it?" Then without waiting for an answer he bounded into the chamber, stopping to gaze at his resting mate and the beautiful newborn cub. A smile spread accross Jhiguale's worn face as he turned to Agusti. "There is nothing wrong here. you have done well." He turned over the sleeping cub gently with his huge paw, studing the mark of Emraldeus. Agusti trembled, his eyes widening and his breathing beginning to tremble. "My lord, sire, the child is... not what we expected, sire." Jhiguale let out a rumbling laugh, "Oh, Agusti, you're far too modest. You earned praise. You did well. Now, go report to the captains, tell them to give you the best portion of meat from today's kill." Agusti's throat bobbed, but he replied dutifully. "Sire, n-- I mean, of course sire. Thank you sire." Then he carefully shuffled out of the room.

Jhiguale yawned and layed his head against Naomi's flank, listening to her slow breathing. Naomi opened her eyes slowly, then seeing her mate, she grunted and tried to rise. "Hello...my dear." She said, pushing her body into a more comfortable position. Jhiguale looked carefully at her, she seemed to be worried. "Is there something troubling you?", he asked, sitting up. Naomi's face creased into a frown. "Did ... Agusti .. not ..tell you?" she asked, her voice rising is agony. "Do you .. not know, then?". Jhiguale sat up, irrited. "Know what?" He growled. Tears welled up slowly in Naomi's eyes, "Do not be mad! Please... promise me you won't be angry!" Jhiguale's patience was wearing thin, "What is it? What must you tell me?" Tears were now spilling down Naomi's cheeks, "The.. child... the child. Look at it!" Jhiguale sniffed the cub throughly, then turned back the Naomi. "I see nothing! Tell me now! What is wrong with it?" Naomi wept slowly, "It is a she." Jhiguale looked at her, confusion plastered on his face. "What? It's a... WHAT! How... dare you! How could you do this!!" He roared. Naomi shook visibly. "I did nothing! It is our child. What should it matter if it is a female?" Jhiguale was pacing now, low growls rising from his throat. "What does it matter....?! IT IS EVERYTHING! Our tribe will be ruined! You and the cub must die! You are an impostor! You have brought bad fortune to the tribe!" Naomi wept and trembled under Jhiguale's hateful stare. "Please... spare us! I beg of you! At least spare me, your faithful mate! I have done no wrong to you -- it is your child!" Jhiguale's whiskers twitched, and he growled venomously. "Why should I spare you? You have brought a curse apoun this tribe. From now on, you are no longer my mate. You are no longer queen. You are the lowest member of my tribe. You will eat our scraps, you will sleep outside. You are no longer considered a true Citali, and guards shall watch you day and night. And as for the cub ... it must die. My word is law, and all who hear shall obey!" Naomi cowerd and trembled, and answered through her tears. "Yes sire! Your word is law!" Jhiguale turned to her, disgusted. "Get out of my sight." he said, and Naomi ran out of the chamber with surprising speed.
Jhiguale then turned to the opening of the chamber, and in a loud voice called, "GUARDS! Quickly!" Two young males rushed into the chamber, their hearts thumping. "Yes s-s-sire!" Jhiguale turned and turned to the still-sleeping cub and gestured to it. "Get rid of it. Kill it. Do what you wish. But get it away from here." The two guards picked the bundle up roughly without a word and dragged it outside of the chamber.

Not long after, the two male guards, had taken the cub miles, if not acres away from the tribe. They knew that if their king found anything relating to the cub that they would be doomed. The older of the two guards, Kilik, stopped and sniffed the air. "Humans." He snorted to his companion, Juska. Juska swivled his eyes around the clearing. "I said that hours ago. Remember? Anyway, let's get rid of the cub." Kilik nodded and picked the cub up by it's scruff. "Shmmft mrmmth wherefff fttoo?" He said, his voice muffled by the cub's fluffy pelt. The cub started to make squealing noises, and Juska cuffed it over the ears. "I don't know, but we have to get rid of it fast. This thing is practically calling the humans to us! Let's take it and put it into a human nest. They won't mind, they have enough space already." Kilik nodded, looking warily at him. Fssuree, fbbut won't it be -- mschmms," he snorted, pausing to put down the cub. "I ment, won't it be dangerous?" Juska shook his head. "Not if we hurry. Now let's go."

It didn't take long for Juska and Kilik to drag the cub to the nearest human nest, the cub mewling and squeaking the entire way there. Kilikplaced the cub slowly on the top step to the nest's door and turned to Juska. "Okay, that ought to do it." Juska licked the cub all over, checking it's ear and nose to make sure it was breathing. "Okay, one second." He said to Kilik. Kilik tipped his head. "What're you doing?" Juska turned redfaced to look at him. "I was checking it -- like my mum did to me when I was little. I just can't stand to see an innocent cub die like this." He said sadly. Kilik nodded, "Yeah, but order are orders. The king would be furious if he knew." Juska looked frightened, "You wouldn't tell him -- would you?" Kilik shook his head slowly, as if not decided. "I won't... It would be wrong. We're not doing any harm by leaving it here. Plus," He pointed out, "The humans will probably kill it anyway with their crazy ideas." Juska nodded sadly and slowly. "That's true... Anyway, let's get outta here." He said, bounding off the steps. Kilik followed, feeling guilty, but knowing that if he ever told anyone, Juska and his fates would be sealed.
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Now, all this while, a young mouse had been watching the strange duo. And after Juska and Kilik left, he went up to inspect the little cub. Now, this mouse was a strange mouse indeed. He wore a short, tan/yellow habit and with a brown belt strapped around his tiny waist. On his back was a long brown cloak, under which was a cross-belt, in which strapped was a long silver cross hilt blade with a red pommel stone encrusted in the handle. His name was Nimbalo. And Nimbalo was rather tall for a mouse. He easily skipped up the steps and sat staring at the half-dead cub. A wave of pity washed over Nimbalo, and he quickly decided that he couldn't leave the tiny cub to die as Juska and Kilik has wished. He then took his cloak and bound the cub in it. He slung it over his shoulder and almost fell over from the weight of her. But he knew that if he didn't hurry that the cub would die. So, squaring his shoulders, he climbed down the steps and down the abandoned, dusty road.
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Nimbalo drippled milk into the cub's mouth, praying that she would live. She had been quiet for the last thirty minutes and Nimbalo was afriad that she wouldn't make it. He stroked her head tenderly, her tiny baby face reminding him of his sister, Selah, who had died years before, causing his mother to die of grief. He looked at the tiny cub, and whispered, "Selah ... that's what I'll call you."
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Selah's paws slapped against the crisp, new grass of Africa in the hot day. Sweat dribbled on her brow and she turned her head to peer at the tiny figure sitting on her back. "A-are we almos-s-st there, Nimbalo?" She questioned. Nimbalo yawned lazily, "Almost. Now stop asking me that, I'm getting a headache." Selah scoffed. "You're getting a headache? I'm c-c-carrying you! I'm the one w-with the headache." Nimbalo waved his paw off-handedly. "Yeah yeah yeah. Just keep walking, lazybones." Selah allowed herself a quick smile. She didn't know what she would do without her friend Nimbalo. He was there for her ever since she could remember. It was hard living in the wilds of Africa, for she and Nimbalo were still really young, so it was harder to get foof and shelter when they needed it. But they managed.

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Selah lapped up the cool water, carrying Nimbalo all that way was worth it. Selah streached, then laid down, trying to be comfortable. But something kept nagging at the back of her mind. She looked over at Nimbalo, who was so called 'fishing', though Selah had never seen it done this way. He had a slim stick with twine wrapped around the end, and he had stuck a piece of fruit on the end of the string. Then, dipping it into the water, he waited. Selah wondered how he could sit there like that, and be soo paitent. She sighed, and decided to ask Nimbalo the question that had been nagging at her. "Nimbalo," she started awkwardly, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Nimbalo... were did I come from?" Nimbalo tipped his head, confused. "What do y'mean?" Selah flicked her tail.

I've never adopted from here before, so I hope this is okay as a starter. :3
I hope we can still post forms, I've had that idea in my head for awhile. Editing in a sec. <3

[~Butterfly Bones~]

o.o thats alot DX ~passes out~

Ah, sorry if it's boring or something. xD I just wanted to show how his bloodline affected his life and personality, and couldn't figure out a more concise way of explaining that. xD Many of his modern morals come from how his lineage has acted over the years. <3 And I really want him. xD

nope not boring just alot lol

[starcrusher]

I doubt this'll get accepted, but I have to try. XD

DONATION!
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Name:
Species: Wolf/fox
Link to lineart: My own lineart.
Any extra conditions?: None; if this gets accepted I'll leave the details up to you. <3