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[Akami-chan]

I suppose I should PM you so I can get notified when it opens?

=3 That would be wonderful~

[~Calliope~]

Pet's ID Tag:59
Name You'd Choose for It:Spazz
Gender:F
Reason You Want It:Fursona
History/Background/Other:"BUNNIES! FREE!" The box read. A single rabbit sat, unwanted. She was left because she was so bizzarly colored. A little girl skipped up and looked into the box. "Mommy! I want Spazz! He's so ADORABLE!!!" The girl scooped her up and cuddled the bundle. "Spazz is hungry, cold and lonely" the girl looked up at her mom. "We can help her, right?" her eyes filled with hope. "We sure can." her mom replied, and thanked the owner. The girl walked home and wrapped Spazz in a blanket.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yup. Pretty much.

[Araviir]

you're going to want to add a lot more to your form, you have competition for that bunny :3

[alas,]

.: Pet's ID Tag :.
33 (Thirty-three)
.: Name You'd Choose for It :.
Ansteigen, meaning soaring in German. He prefers being called Stei (sty), though.

.: Gender :.
Male. I thought the posture of him in the photo and his design plus expression shoved me torwards the decision ‘boy’.

.: Reason You Want It :.
Well, there’s so many reasons. First off, his design is astounding. I love Stei because he is so unnatural. His wings are so eye-catching and they would be so entertaining to draw.

Second, oh my gosh- who wouldn’t want to write about him all day long. Plus, just think about all those creative stories that could be written down! I have an idea to insert him with my other characters, as well. He would probably be an anima because I think he is unique and one of a kind; just what my mother calls me. x3

Third, I am tired of wolves filling up this thread. This isn’t your everyday wolf; oh nonono. He is a butterfly wolf, a Meradiaz! How amazing is that? I would be blessed to have an amazing species like so in my life.

Fourth, he is just so hard to interpret. I would love to have an anima like this. I am rather hard to figure out as well; so everything about him is so interesting.

I think I am in love. o3o

> .: History/Background/Other :. <
WIP

.: History :.
WIP

.: Backround :.
WIP

> .: Other :. <
WIP

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
But of course! My words here are true and are made of nothing but the truth. <3

Lawl, a major WIP. xD

[Lirrie]

Tripp is it okay if we have passages for our story where it break of after our scene?

[Tripp]

yeah that's fine

[hlsmith]

Pet's ID Tag:#103
Name You'd Choose for It: Faerietale Awakenings
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She immediately stole my heart as soon as I saw her and I fell in love with her design. I immeadiately knew her story, her temperment, her names, ect. I couldn't bear not trying for her, and so I decided to put my writing skills to the test and try to adopt this fantastic, lovely, girl.
History/Background/Other: Daydream, the black hackney pony mare, lay panting on the barn floor. Her mate, Fayrae, stood beside her. He gently brushed his muzzled over her flank, comforting her. The silver stallion was concerned for her, nuzzling her gently everytime she neighed in pain. The breeders and stable hands watched from outside the stall as the vet aided Daydream in delivering her first foal. Finally, two small black hooves emerged from Daydream. The room brightened as smiles and excited whispers came not only from the owner's children, but from the stable's entire staff. Next came the shock. Two black and silver legs came next, showing the foal's extremely unique markings. Confused and shocked whispers now came, along with a few scornfull looks, casting themselves upon the young foal. Soon a small, delicate black muzzle apeared, and then the rest of the foal's decorated head. A strong neck, adorned shoulder, and a sleak black body soon followed, and the children began to whisper excitedly, awaiting the arival of their newest playmate. Daydream stood as she puched the rest of the foal out. The wet foal landed on the thin layer of hay that covered the concrete floor. The vet cleared the foal's nostrils as it took in it's first breath and the room erupted in cheers. However, some, incluing the owner's wife, stared angrilly at the freak of a foal that began to attempt to stand on it's wobbly legs. The vet checked to foal and declared it a healthy beautiful, unique filly. As the children smiled at eachother, the owner quickly sent his staff home, and his children to bed. It was time for the filly to rest.

The next day the filly was galloping and parading around the paddock. The five young children rushed in to join her. They chased her, as she darted to a fro, enjoying the play. The youngest little boy, only two years old, would constantly yell for her to come back. Finally when he couldn't catch up to his older siblings, he sat down and began to weep. The filly trotted up to him and nuzzled his shoulder. He looked up and began to play and pet her. Their friend ship grew until the young boy was 4, and the filly was 2. They had become the best of friends, and most times, she only wanted to play with him. Faerietale Awakening, as she had been named, was a happy, lively filly, showing promise in huntseat, was starting to gain interest from other farmers and her owner soon sold her for a healthy price.

It was a cold and rainy saturday morning when Faerie's new owners drove up the gravel driveway to collect her. She was still frolicking in the paddock when four hand reached for her halter. Suddenly the grabbed and pulled and yanked. She was scared of these men. They put blinders over her eyes and dragged her to the cold, lifeless trailer. Her owner took his money and left her with these terrifying men. 4 hours of blind stumbling and feeling about awaited her. The men quickly removed her shivering frame out of the trailer. She was lead to her stall. The stable was filled with other horses. Their breath shown in the winter air.

The next morning was just as grey as the previous, but Faerie was turned out along with the other horses and she trod and enjoyed trodding on the frozen ground. The other horses would trot around with her, their fuzzy winter coats bouncing as they did. Suddenly she was grabbed and brought to the stable to be tacked up. A yound woman mounted her and led her gently to the riding ring. Faerie could tell imeadiately that this young woman had been expertly schooled, because her riding was impecable. After a good 2 hours of jumping and dressage drills, the young lady led Faerie to the stables, untacked her, and turned her loose. Faerie knew that this woman knew much more than the two men who had attempted to handle her.

Faerie began to trust the girl, Emily was her name. She was the daughter of the farm owner. She was 20, intelligent, and kind. They rode every day, and eventually the bond was mutual. The competed and trained for a full year until Emily decided she wanted to take Faerie to an exclusive competition. Very fancy, very high stakes, very difficult. On the eve of the competion, Emily rushed down to the stables weeping. She threw her arms around Faerie's strong neck and told the young hackney pony that her elderly father had passed away. Emily was the heir to the farm, and therefore inherited it, all of it's staff, and all of it's horses. Emily spent the night with Faerie, riding and practicing for the competition. If anything she would win in memory of her father. she wasn't going to allow anything but that finall result.

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

Cliff-hanger! Le gasp! Lol, finally done. I decided to leave room for more story.

[Araviir]

*sigh* I went through my characters, I realized I didn't really connect with most of the ones I've adopted, once donations open again a bunch will be coming back, I realize I adopted most of them on impulse, so I'll be re-donating some, once donations open again, they'll be coming back periodically over time so I don't flood the place all at once X3

[Bartimaeus]

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[Pandora Gaskarth]

Pandora


Pet's ID Tag: 72
Name You'd Choose for It: Anaba; meaning ‘Returns from War’
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It:
Anaba is beautiful. She has a certain air to her, which I can see in the drawing- I may be sounding crazy here- and I feel a strong connection with her. I can imagine her doing so many things, and she’ll definitely be one to be in a story I’m writing about Native American horses during the hardships of when the future Americans came to their homes. She will get plenty of art and I’ll most likely find her a mate and maybe get her some foals. I feel like I have seen Anaba in a dream, and I’ve been dying to try for her for a while. I wish for nothing more than to call her mine and to know that I have in my possession something great, something that I can hopefully do justice.
History/Background/Other:

The frightened screams echoed through the valley.

[The blood washed the green grass red, I didn’t look to see how many were dead.]

Hooves and falling horses surrounded me. Things slowed down, and I stopped for a moment. I looked side to side in worry. I could see the blood staining the usually pure area I had been raised in. My innocence had suddenly been taken, but it seemed none of those close to me had died. I smiled in relief as the enemy fell back. Then my world came crashing down.

[One familiar voice rang out clearly, louder than all others. I tried to shut out the dying screams of mothers, sisters and brothers.]

“Anaba!” he cried. The desperate voice stirred something inside me,. Things suddenly became different. But I did not charge to his aid. I turned the other way, and I charged, my nostrils flaring in pure fury. I charged forwards, leaping at the Tainted One and cracking his neck. He fell to the ground before letting out a feeble death cry. Then, the voice called out again, in a weak voice. I turned to see him on the ground, and my eyes widened in horror. I crashed to the ground, loud sobbing screams escaping me. “Elki! No! Don’t, Elki!” I screamed through my tears. The battle raged on around me, and I heard more of my herd falling to the ground.

[The sound of falling friends brought my happy life to an end.]

I saw the old chief of the herd, fending back the bloodthirsty Tainted Ones surrounding him, giving a pregnant mare the chance to flee. They over came him, and soon he was dead, but not before he had taken a few evil souls with him. Tears streaked my face and I let out an agonized cry, getting to my feet and once again charging at the horses. I felt the blood falling down my body from wounds I received taking down each Tainted One, but eventually their numbers dwindled and they fell back, leaving me as the last one of the Pure Herd. I shook my head sadly. No, I was no longer pure. No members of the Pure Herd remained alive or pure. I was all alone.

[Tears cascade down my face, someone take me away from this place.]

I returned to Elki, my heart beginning to race as I saw his flank rise and fall. I nosed him softly, and watched his eyes open. “Anaba,” He whispered. “Yeah?” I asked, my voice faint and sad. “I…love you,” My lover murmured. “I know, Elki. I love you too,” I sobbed, nuzzling him. “Don’t ever lose hope for the Pure herd…You can bring it back to life, I know you can…Promise me,” The chief’s son told me. “I Promise,” I said, feeling more tears fall down my face. He smiled, as if he had fulfilled his purpose, and I watched his eyes close over and his breathing slow then stop. I tried to stop myself from sobbing, but I couldn’t. The cries made my war paint-like markings shudder along with my whole body, and I did not resist them.

[The silence was more deafening than the death cries, the silence ended my daily highs.]

I got to my hooves, not daring to look at the ground as I walked away. I passed the cowards from the Tainted herd, tensing ever so slightly. I tried not to show my weakness or injuries as I limped past, just waiting for an attack. But they did not attack. They called me the broken girl as I left, sneered at me and called me a goner. I did not reply as they spat at me, I just walked on until I was far, far away from the Bloodstained Valley. I vowed never to return.

Weeks later

The sound of my hooves against the hard ground echoed through the trees, sending bird flying off. My head low, I walked on, no sign of happiness or expression on my face. I was feeling completely the same on the inside; Empty, bare, desolate, a mess. My mane ragged and blood matted in my coat, I felt terrible. My lips were cracked from thirst, but no water was nearby. It was like the desert but green. I didn’t understand. I was the last member of the Pure Herd, but now I didn’t even know if I could call myself that. I was tainted and no longer innocent, the sight of spilling blood that was my fault burned into my mind for life. I tried to stop myself from crying again; I needed all the fluids I could get, and crying would make me even more dehydrated. I felt light headed, and I didn’t know if I could continue. Just as that thought crossed through my mind, I felt my legs give in under me, and found myself careering off into the trees. I fell to the ground with a thud, but I made no other noise. A small voice in my head urged me to get up, but my energy was waning and I found myself unable to. “I can’t!” I exclaimed out loud. As soon as I had spoken, I regretted it. The reply of a sinister growl from behind me was almost immediate.

I didn’t have to look up to know what the growl came from, though from the corner of my eye I could see the red of glow of its evil gaze from the shadows. A Canid Beast* had come to aid me in dying. I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best. There was nothing I could do. I was alone, unable to get up, and scared. I was useless. I attempted to get up again, but it proved too hard. Then, more growls echoed around me. A whole pack of Canid Beasts had come, hearing my desperate cry for death. It was then I remembered what my mother had told me about Canid Beasts, and a small smile spread across my face. Canid Beasts had quite bad eyesight colour-wise, and so anything ground coloured, if it did not move, would remain unseen. So I attempted to lay there, still.

[I played dead, just as I wanted to be in my head]

It did not work. The red markings over my body, some of it war-paint, some of it from when I was born, was red, and it stood out more than a black stallion in the snowy season. It was cruel of me to have even thought it would have worked, but I couldn’t help it; I just wanted some good news. The growling animals began to close in on me in unison before I could think of anything else, and so I lay there, petrified, and awaited my reunion with Elki patiently. I would welcome death with open arms and a smile, but say goodbye to life the way anyone would. The sound of hooves that rang through my ears made me smile more, sounding familiar to the patter of Elki’s hooves against the hard ground, but yet different. Then, a war cry sounded, alone but strong, and I heard yelps from the Beasts. What had happened?

I opened my eyes for a moment and looked up to see a war paint covered horse had raced to my aid. She had angry topaz eyes and clenched teeth, and as she attacked, I just watched in wonder. I felt my energy and hope returning, and managed to get to my feet shakily. I seemed like a young foal watching the troops learn to fight for the first time. The Canid Beasts were losing, which made me happy, though it seemed the mare was tiring. It was then she kicked one beast away, and it hit a tree with a death yelp, and the others howled in grief that I knew the battle was coming to an end. She had killed their leader.

This made the beasts mad. They closed in on her, but she relentlessly kept on attacking. Soon they had to stop attacking and gather their dead and leave. Usually they would return to their mothers and cubs victorious and with a kill for them to feast on, but today they went home without a leader. I shook my head and sighed. In a way I felt sorry for them. They were like me in so many ways, and I knew what they must have been feeling. I tried to shake myself from the thought of the leaders’ mate sobbing and howling and brought myself back to the present. I nodded to the mare in respect, and then I collapsed.

When my eyes re-opened it was night. The stars twinkled brightly, and the brightest made me think of Elki. I couldn’t help but smile, though it wasn’t a happy smile. The crackling of fire startled me, and I looked around, only to see the mare that had saved me grazing nearby, and a small, contained fire by my side. I could not speak; my throat was dry and sore, but I could see a small stream nearby and padded over. I gulped down the water thirstily, and it felt so wonderful against my throat. The sound of footsteps behind me made me look up to see a human, and I almost screamed in fear.

This was the way it remained for weeks. I would awake, cautiously eat grass infront of the girl, glare at the mare who was my saviour, drink water, then run around. I’d return and eat some more, be approached by the human- who was slowly trying to earn my trust-, then maybe sit and wonder what would become of my herd soon, then it would be time to sleep.


I felt betrayed. I just stared at the human and then my saviour in disbelief. Had she led me here only to become yet another one of the humans collection of lamenting animals? I shook my head, feeling myself begin to panic. When the human when to touch me, all I could ask was, “Why?” The hand against my coat felt like a slap, yet I did not feel the pain. I looked at the human in confusion, only to see it petting me. I stepped back, unsure of what was happening. The human grinned and sat down, flicking her hair back and beckoning to me, then to the patch of grass, still covered in dewdrops. I stepped forwards cautiously, nibbling at the green blades of grass. My eyes remained on the human the whole time.

The girl was rather pretty. Her skin, darker than the usual olive colour of humans, shone in the sun. Her long black hair fell down her back, and her sky coloured eyes stood out. She often tried to ride me around in the meadow, but she always fell off. Hadn’t she been taught not to tame the beast that was destined to roam free? Obviously not.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. The human had made her way onto my back, and that was when I snapped. This was not the life for me. I was meant to be salvaging my herd, not becoming tame. I had once been of Pure Herd, the herd of horses who had no hardships in life, who had escaped the world where the scary white humans would attack and steal from the land, then not give back. Yet I was here, but a common pet. It was time to run away.

I ran the next time I had the chance. I didn’t thank the mare, nor ask for her name or anything. She had once been owed by me, but she had betrayed her own kind. I ran on for many days and many nights, only stopping to tend to extreme hunger and dehydration. In my mind, I believed that the human and her horse would come after me, and I had to keep running. When I finally stopped running, I had reached another valley, with herds of horses all around. The sound of the waves closeby crashed down, and all about this place seemed pure. Until the gunshots began and horses began to fall.

I figured out who the herd was almost immediately. They were descendants of the Pure and Tainted herds, enemies yet friends of us all. They were the ones who had been exiled or who had revolted on their own to live the life of a Pure horse. Yet now, they were witnessing the tainted humans who were always killing us off. I couldnt just watch; I knew these were the horses Elki had told me to find. I remembered what he had said to me those many years ago, when we were foals and he wasnt dying...
The two foals followed each other through the forest, reaching a crystal clear lake that looked over another valley. The male foal looked to the female with an expression that only those who had experienced hardships could usually wear. "These are the horses we must find when the world begins to crumble. When the world begins to break. When the Pure Herd begins to die like a wilting flower," He told her. The female had not understood him then, but time had brought the words back and the meaning was clear. The foal, wise beyond his years, had foretold the death of Pure Herd and found the solution.
The memory made me start to cry, but there was no time. The herd was no longer pure, but I could see in the distance that a group of about five horses grazed peacefully and unaware of the death and blood. They had to remain that way. I raced forwards, feeling my body scream in complaint. I had to go on. I reached the horses just as the humans began to run towards them. With a frightened whinny, I beckoned to them, and to my relief they followed.

The valley was now behind us, washed red and tainted like my home. But I had the future of a herd in my sights, all my relatives. "You are here because I need you," I began to explain, seeing the confusion on their faces. "The Pure herd is dead. The Tainted Ones killed them all and left me to pick up the pieces and start over again. You are all pure still, but I am not. I saved you from death and impurity, and now I believe you owe me the favour of becoming a part of the Pure herd. Our herd is much like a pheonix in its morals and ways. We live in innocence, then die, but then we rise again out of the ashes, innocent and majestic once again. The herd had died, and you need to help me rise from the ashes. Are you with me?" I asked. They all nodded, though the two foals just watched me in confusion. "Then we must return to our home grounds and begin our lives again," I said. And so we ran for the hills, towards our home that had been washed clean by the rain. No more blood stained the grass, no more cries echoed around us. We were home.


*A note to readers-
The italic sentences in between paragraphs are Anaba making up lyrics to go with her situations.
And Canid Beasts are MY CREATION and NO-ONE elses. If I see anyone copying them, I will sue them for using a term that is in one of my stories in progress.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.


And yes, I do realize I won the sucky form awards for this year as soon as i posted this.