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[ChenChen]

Username: MonkeyRxs
Kennel Number: 22
Use: If I win Solace I would use him as a new character for my story. He would become spoiled from all the love i would give him. I also ADORE his design and think that it is very interesting.
- About the character -
Name: Solace
Gender: Male
Species: Pure-Bred wolf, now with mutations.
Personality: Solace is a very independent being. His past has given him a hard shell that is almost impossible to break down. On the outside Sol can seem very distant and cold, so he doesn't make friends easily. Those who don't know him assume that just because he keeps to himself that he is rude, and only cares about himself. While Sol doesn't really mind what others think of him, the rumors can be hurtful and judging. He wonders why all of you judge him when he thinks only good about others? They say he is uncaring and that all the robotic pieces that were put inside of his body have made him uncapable of feeling and now he is too robitic to feel emotion.
Very few can make their way past the walls Solace has built but once they have they are glad they did. In truth, Sol is loyal and devoted, once he has a friend he is not quick to loose them. Sol is also honest and grateful, he never takes advantage of anything that he is given. He highly values freedom and looks down upon those who don't realize what a gift it really is. He doesn't say very much but when he does it is important and meaningful. Sol has great qualities of a leader and should be admired by many but instead he is judged and ridiculed.
Forgiveness. It is a thing Solace struggles with everyday of his life. He knows he should forgive. "Forgive and forget" they say. It's not that easy for him though. When someone has taken everything you have and then scarred you, leaving a constant reminder of the pain, how can you forgive them? By holding this grudge against them he gives them a power above all else. They still have that little piece of him that won't let go of the past. And he hates it.

History/Background: Foggy memories swirl around his head. Home? What was home? He had never known one for more than a couple weeks. Solace was born into a great pack of wolves. His mother and sisters had adored him. His father was so proud of him. He was the eldest male son. He would be the next Alpha of his pack. Only girls had been born before him and tradition stated the oldest male would take over when his father could no longer lead. He had been born all black, with a coat soft as velvet and dark as night. Other wolves in the pack had been envious and complemented him numerous times. He could remember the others; his sisters, although their names he could not recall. The images danced in his mind like ghosts. Then what happened?
Had he wondered too far away one day? Yeah, that was clear enough to him. He's been chasing a rabbit to the creek, trying to catch it to impress the others. Then it goes foggy again. Loud sounds, pain, a needle pinching into his side, he tried to fight; but what was a young pup against multiple grown men with weapons? Then everything fades black. He can recall that his head was hurting, the pain shot in every nerve of his body, it was intolerable. All of these memories were locked in his head somewhere, he could only grasp at hints and clues. The people who took him had stolen the key and it was hopeless without it.
He could recall waking up more clearly. He was in a small cage. It was dark and smelly. He was alone and scared, but then again, who wouldn’t be? As he struggled to stand he found it did not feel the same as before, pain scorched threw his leg. He fought to stand on his feet only to fall again. He moved his paws, unable to see in the dark, to his leg only to his horror to find not his own fur but a plastic like case instead. Panic set in. What was going on? Was he dying? Lights brutally flipped on and Sol winced from the shock of the lights, men came in and Sol fought to escape. A man in a long white coat quickly silenced him with a sharp kick followed by a needle in his side. Images began to blur together and sounds all became fuzzy. He could feel them all touching him, examining his new features. The last thing Sol saw before blacking out was this new implant in his leg, the bone was floating inside of a case in blue liquid. Then it went black.
The next few years were like this. Solace had acquired another implant in his leg. Now he also had metal running down his back, painfully protruding from his flesh. His fur was stained with traces of metal and all over his body ran blue electrical pieces. They had also tattooed white stripes along his ears and tail. The old Solace was gone, most likely forever.
Every day was a struggle, a fight for life. Occasionally, he would meet others but they never lasted long. They were all bone-thin and in constant pain. He wondered what had made him deserve this. Was he truly that awful? He refused to get close to any of the others, he alone had accepted that this life was not permanent and everyone would be leaving soon. There was one exception though, and he had regretted it. Well, not really, he couldn’t bring himself to regret meeting her. She was beautiful even in their terrible circumstances. She had been there almost as long as Sol had been. Slowly, they got to know each other; never saying too much at once for fear that the other would not be there long. It’s hard to bring yourself to trust someone that you know will eventually leave. But they did. And he would look forward to the short amounts of time they would see each other. Sometimes they would talk, confiding their deepest secrets, other times they would say nothing at all because words were not necessary, just the presence of the other was enough comfort.
One day she didn’t come back. He had worried but it had happened before; they would go out for a test or modification and be out for days on end. After two weeks of worry and hoping, the truth finally set in; she was gone. Life was not fair. She was the one thing he had any feelings for. The one thing he could care for, and now it was gone forever. Rage and despair took over Solace and he vowed to never feel for anyone or anything again. It was not worth the pain.
Here is another part in Sol’s tale he can recall little of. Shapes and colors float around but nothing that makes any sense. Only in his nightmares does he see what happened, but by day it is gone again. They came to get him a couple days later. The shots were administered to put him out but for once Sol didn't fight them. It wasn't worth it anymore. He decided that he might even prefer to die. At least he could see her again. And it had to be better than here right? Anything was. Then, all of the sudden a change occurred. Solace burst to life and his eyes began to radiate multiple colors, the shots began to wear off and Sol shot to life.
That’s the last thing he can remember before waking up in a forest. It was quiet, peaceful. The beauty of the real world was surprising. Before he could only imagine and grasp at lost memories. This couldn’t be it? Was he really free? What had happened? He racked his brain for answers but none would come to him. He had no idea where he was or how he had escaped but with one swift decision, he shakily stood up, cleared his mind, and ran. And trust me when I say he didn’t look back.
- Other information -
Likes: The quiet, anything beautiful, the idea of freedom, running, nature, weather; anything from violent storms with flooding to endless days in the sun, self-expression, friends
Dislikes: Lies, the ocean, those with no sense of privacy, negativity, bullies, needles, anything to do with blood, war, loss and grieving, judgement
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*Might add more later, but its late and i'm tired. :3

[Jericho]

Username: Foxtrot55
Name: Tommi
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Horse
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Change anything but species.
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Username: Foxtrot55
Name: Comanche
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Horse
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Change anything but species.
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
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Username: Foxtrot55
Name: Rouge
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Change anything but species.
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
PM ME FOR MORE ART!
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Username: Foxtrot55
Name: Shiko
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Change anything but species.
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
PM ME FOR MORE ART!
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[Daniel]

Muse, muse, muse.
I shall be around...
Also, not sure if anyone's aware;
Some of penguinluv01's donations have lost their images.

Username:
Rosae (Tag)

Kennel Number:
163

Name:
Fox
• No given name
• Refers to himself under the likeness of a fox

Gender:
Male

Species and/or specific breed:
Dog. Red border collie mix.
• Uninfected.

Personality:
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History/Background:
x

If I were a human:
x

Story, wip obviously:
The dog trotted down the road, casually stopping to brush against the ferns that lined the banksides beyond it. The fields that stretched out across the countryside were scarce of crops now, weeds growing like wild vines across their open sources. It was quite a wonder, how the nature took over these man-made gouges in the landscape. The sun was chill, bearing down with a frosted glaze upon the creature as it bounded down a stiff slope, claws clacking on tarmac and its tongue hanging out. For, it was still warm and sticky in this environment. The sun, that gave no heat, just a dim, watery light. The environment though, it crowded around the dog, sticking to its fur, the malaise that long since spread beyond the cities.
It paused and peered over the next cleft in the road, at the shimmer of heat far in the distance. A layer of smog had risen up from the low-lying sky, a strange occurrence. Cars were scarce and the roads were often void of life and so the dog had come to the conclusion that it had been alone in this slot of land.
Still, the smog drew closer, an upheaval of dust. A shine of metal and a drone of gears and the towering monster leapt into shape. The dog barely scraped to the side as the truck heaved passed, darting towards the embankment to cower in the wake of the great beast.
The dog, more cautious now, stooped away and slid down the bank into the ferns and thorns that the local field had to offer. The ferns tickled his nose and made him sneeze. The thorns were different and as sharp as they were, they barely pierced his fur, for his coat was surprisingly thick and healthy.

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[Lirrie]

Might be back

[alien sailor]

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Username: Lirrie
Name: Tamaria
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Human
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:

Dont trade/sell or other
Take care of her
Put her to use

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
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WANTWANTWANTWANT.
WANT.
She's gorgeous, though. Seriously, I'm so trying out for her!

[Lirrie]

x/x i was acctually bout to take her down -is shot- two people i know want her

[alien sailor]

x/x i was acctually bout to take her down -is shot- two people i know want her

It's gonna be difficult not to veer into Suedom, but I may able to make this work....

[Zoker]

sorry...pulling out, have lots in hands right now.

[thedrowsydeer]

Username: iluvQHs26
Kennel Number: #143
Use: If I were chosen to be his new owner, I would be use Kotonaru in a short story I will be making, and will probably RP with him in the future. I will create him a mate and perhaps pups someday. I would most definitely do art of him as well, and of course I will love him forever! *squishy hug*



Name: Kotonaru
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Wolf
Personality: Quiet, reserved. However, he has a quick temper and is easily angered over trivial things. He is also very competitive and will never turn down a good race or fight.
History/Background:

Story Overview~

Kotonaru was born in a pack, raised by his mother and father, who were the Alpha and the Alpha’s mate at the time. His birth name was not Kotonaru, but because that has been his name ever since the ‘incident’, hardly anybody even remembers his real one.

When he was a young adult, Kotonaru had a near-fatal injury when he stepped in a hunter’s bear claw trap whilst out spying on a human town with his pack. He had somehow gotten separated from them when a dog chased them away from the town, so nobody was around. Without food or water, he was soon rendered unconscious. It was a week later that a human happened upon him and freed him from the trap.

Unfortunately, Kotonaru had already begun chewing at his leg, and it had become infected, on top of already being broken. It would not be able to be saved, and a three-legged wolf would soon die in the wild. The man, who turned out to be a scientist who’d been researching prosthetics for years, decided to bring the wolf back to his lab and experiment with a design he’d been creating.

When Kotonaru woke up next, he was lying on the ground outside a ‘human camp’, as he called it, with a strange looking human contraption where his left hind leg should be. At first he tries to chew, shake, and smash it off, but after learning that it was, unfortunately, now a part of his body, he decided he would have to make the best of it.

But when he returned to his homeland, his pack treated him as an outcast – everyone but his mother and father. That was when he was dubbed Kotonaru, which means ‘different’. Due to this, he soon went off on his own. He would soon learn, however, that the fake leg was infinitely more powerful and durable than his own.


First Chapter~

(Prologue)

In a wolf pack somewhere in the mountains, the Alpha gained a new successor. He was a gangly little thing, and his color was unlike that of the others, but everyone respected him as their future leader. The rulership of the pack had been in the same family for more than five generations, so nobody doubted that it would stay that way with this young pup.

"I believe that he will become another great leader for us all," said one of the elders in the pack. He was known as one of the wisest, and his faded green eyes held many stories and secrets. "The Alpha's family has always provided us with shelter, food and water. Even in the winter we eat well."

Agreements echoed from the rest of the elders. There were some of the pack members, of course, who weren't happy with the same family becoming Alpha year after year, but none of them dared to speak out loud. And so, life in the pack was peaceful and prosperous...

...until that day...

~*~*~*~

"Here it is," said a cocky grey wolf known as Brawn. It was very appropriate too, the young heir thought disdainfully, eyes scanning the older wolf's bulky, muscular frame. He does so enjoy flashing those muscles around.

He didn't know why he'd agreed to come along in the first place. Firstly, it was rather idiotic to get this close to humans. Even though their so-called 'guard dogs' were pathetic weaklings, they had quite the bark and a human with a fireweapon is not to be underestimated. Second, he didn't even like the wolves he'd gone along with.

Still, he was rather curious about the humans. How they were able to make such fine dens, and defend themselves without even touching their enemy. He supposed it was only natural to feel some sort of interest in their affairs. He crept closer and peered over the edge at the human pack below.

There were so many dens! In his pack they had but one, and everybody shared it. In this human pack, however, there seemed to be a den for each and every member!

"Cool, eh?" Brawn muttered, smirking slightly. "I found it the other day. You can sit here for hours and nobody -"

A chorus of loud barking broke the silence in the air. A dog was bounding up the ridge toward them. Wonderful, the heir thought to himself. Everyone started running and he fell in behind, making sure to put himself in harm's way rather than the others. He could the dog dropping behind and grinned in triumph. Those stupid mutts would never be able to run as fast as a wolf.

But just as he said that, he felt something sharp and cool grab his leg and he was jerked back painfully, falling into the moist forest dirt.

~*~*~*~

He didn't know where he was or why. All he knew was pain. Sharp, neverending pain that shot from his leg top his hip, and just generally made his whole body miserable. He groaned slightly, opening his eyes to find himself lying on the ground. He struggled to drag himself into a sitting position, to no avail. He glanced down at the leg that was giving him so much trouble.

A human trap. The cold steel teeth bit into his leg. He groaned again and flopped back down. Maybe...if he just waited here, somebody would come and find him. He couldn't be that far away from the pack's territory, could he? He got his answer later that night, when he heard the howl of an unfamiliar wolf.


By the fourth day without food or water, the young heir wished he could just give up. But he was their future Alpha! He couldn't give up...not yet. Without stopping to think of the consequences, he started gnawing at his leg, the trap...anything standing in his way of freedom. For hours he tried, but he failed to free himself.

I've failed... He let out a heavy sigh and laid his head on the ground, succumbing to the desire to give up.

~*~*~*~

"My, my...what have we here?" the scientist murmured to himself, taking in the sight of a young wolf lying on the ground, motionless. His left hind leg was caught in a bear claw trap. Being quiet, lest the injured creature wake up, he knelt beside the wolf and worked to free him from the metal contraption.

Even as he removed the claw from the wolf's leg, he knew it was useless. The leg was obviously infected and would not be able to be saved. The scientist sighed and scratched his skin, debating what to do next. Well, there is that new piece I wanted to try out, he thought brightly. I would be giving this poor thing a helping hand, too...oops, I mean foot. He chuckled at his own joke. He carefully lifted the wolf off the ground and carried him away from the scene of his accident.

~*~*~*~

"There! Perfect." The scientist wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. The wolf he had rescued was lying before him on the operating table. The man examined his work and made a few last adjustments, before laying his tools down.

"Couldn't have picked a better subject than you, my young friend," he said, stroking the wolf's fur. "But now it is time for you to go. I cannot test the true durability of this piece in the lab."

He picked the wolf up and carried him outside again.

Chapter 2 (preview)~

He was just an ordinary wolf. He lived in an ordinary pack and had ordinary parents and ordinary friends. So then how had it managed to end up like...this?


(I plan to make him a mate in the future; most likely a wolf with two hind prosthetics.)




Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]: Likes; Racing, hunting, swimming, fighting… Dislikes; Teasing, being treated like an outcast, all other wolves with the exception of his parents and (soon) his mate…

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