Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Lirrie]

Please dont quote your form ^.^;

[Smamm]

Do you know when the next code drop will be? I know awhile back they used to be fridays or saturdays but...

[Queen Vivane]

It is saturday july 16th ^-^

[Pharaoh]

Name - Ritz
Origin - Early 20th Century
Translation - Glamorous
Full Name - Sunday June Ritz Charlotte-Anne Kaycee
Owner - Pharaoh

Number - "P104"
Gender - Female
Age - 1 Year, 4 months, 26 days
Weight - 47lb exactly
Height - 2' 9"
Parents- Unknown
Genetics - Husky-Mutt Mix


Why - I saw her. I fell in love. Can it get any more simple than that? I've recently been in a mood, a sort of writers' "funk", where everything I create is dark and dismal. Stories of sorrow and death. My goal this entire week has been to write something happy. And finally, inspiration struck this morning in the form of a friend's costume. But even with three goofy characters and a fun plot to craft, something was missing. Until I saw Ritz, I didn't know what it was. And then I saw her and I knew. So instead of writing a monstrous and detailed explanation as to why I want her, which I could, I shall sum it up as best I can. She is beautifully designed, reminding me of simplicity and perfection. She seems to speak volumes about being a positive, upbeat, overjoyed canine in all she does. Yet above all, the best way to explain my fascination with her is found in these three words; I love her.

Personality – Ritz is as happy and joyful a dog as you can imagine. While she might just be the perfect companion dog ever born, she does have a bit of a wild side. Her happy nature is always visible, though, no matter what she's doing or what she gets herself into. Her eyes are full of bright light, there is rarely a day gone by where she does not skip through life, and her warm welcome to friends and strangers alike makes her a favored dog of many.

Though I did before mention a wild side, and yes, she can be a bit extreme. She enjoys doing things her own way, and knows little talk of fear. Her bravery extends to great stupidity at times, though she never goes far enough to hurt herself. Aside from giving her owners a rather great scare, she is mostly a big softy, and everybody's favorite daredevil. Her crazy nature stems from a great amount of "doggy self-confidence" and she will never let herself be diminished by anything. She stands as a beacon of light and strength in her own special little world.

Positives
Lovable
Sweet
Happy
Beautiful
Energetic

Negatives
Fearless
Knows No Bounds
Overly Enthusiastic
Acts Without Thinking
Naive

Favorites
Scratches Behind The Ears
Warm fires
Adventuring
Ryan
Life With A Family

Hates
Snow
Bugs
Things That Don't Taste Good
Feeling Lonely
Guilt

Story -

Pharaoh's Point of View
It was a bright, sunny Sunday afternoon; the worst kind of afternoon there is. Okay, before I begin, let me just say that I'm the exact opposite of an optimist. My name is Pharaoh. You can stop laughing any time now, because I'm serious. I love Egypt, don't get me wrong, but the name does tend to make me the point of a good laugh. So, where was I? Oh yes, that Sunday in June. Well, I was walking down the street, same as I do every Sunday, passed my friend Ginger's house. She was sitting in her kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea while he dear friend Tyler-James sat munching his way through a bag of donuts. I waved at them, they waved back, and I kept walking.

Yes, I'm getting to the point. Don't rush me. Her own cat sat outside, wrestling with Tyler's scraggly mess of a kitten. They were as dear as their owners, the best of friends. It got me thinking; I didn't have anyone to call my own, no best friend, no pet pal that would always be by my side. Technically, I had a fish, but that kind of thing doesn't count. Especially when the only thing he ever did was blow bubbles all day. I was alone in the world, and even though I had friends, I did not have a best friend. I merely had a fish and a few good acquaintances who put up with my presence on occasion. So, with this realization I found my feet walking toward the pet shop.

I stopped here, and to make a short story out of a long one, found nothing worthwhile. There were all kinds of birds, fish, mice, rats, cats, dogs, even a chipmunk and two turtles. Nothing remotely interesting, though. If I was to have a pet, I didn't want some flashy, stuck-up, show-offy purebred perfect package. No, I needed a hearty and lovable creature with a mind of their own, that wasn't only about profit. I unhappily traveled to the bakery, a popular stop on my Sunday walks, where I sat at a table in the sun and thought about only the need for a true friend.

As I sat, the baker, another acquaintance of mine, brought me out a fresh bread roll, courtesy of his kindness. I thanked him and as I started to eat, heard rummaging behind the shop, in a garbage bin. Curious, I made my way back there to see a sweet little pup obviously stuck in the heap of filth. Sighing, I set my roll in my pocket and fished the poor thing out. A young girl pup, only about a year old, looking helpless and alone. I set her down and began to scratch under her chin, but she was not at all interested in me. Instead, she stole my bread and ran off to eat it.

Annoyed, I began to make my way home again. I smelled like garbage and dirty dog, and wanted to clean up as soon as I could. Yes, I know, I'm a terrible person for being mad at a starving puppy who stole my roll. But honestly, I was hungry and tired and at that moment smelled like fish and old banana peels. Anyway, I was rather on edge when I heard something; I turned around to see that stupid dog following me. I told it to shoo, and began walking again, but she stayed right there. Further bothered, I tried throwing a few pieces of wood to scare her off. Nothing seemed to work, though, and she just stayed a few paces further away.

I caved at last when I reached home. I had started talking to her on the way back, and by now, was very interested in her. This curiosity grew as I washed her and fed her. I finally realized that she was perfect for me, destined in some sort of fate-like way, even, when we sat staring at each other on the floor in silence for almost twenty minutes. I had never met anything before that could handle such stillness for so long. Enthralled beyond reason, I came to name her. Sunday June Ritz Charlotte-Anne. Sunday, because of the day. June, because of the month. Ritz because of the fact that she had a class about her when she walked. Charlotte-Anne Kaycee, for the sake of having a long and slightly confusing name. Yes, I do humor myself sometimes. Ritz was her nickname, and though I intend to let her "full name" grow with random opportunities, Ritz she will stay to me.

So you see, this story does have a happy ending; and I've never been happier.



My Point of View
I suppose I should start from the beginning. I don't have much recollection of my family, you see, which isn't much of a surprise. I was born, and soon as I was old enough I found myself without parents. Why? It all started on a rainy afternoon. I was very young then, as you probably already assumed. I was always fascinated withe the sky, especially the stars or when it rained. To me, raindrops were little gems falling from the heaven to give our world a whole new coat of beauty. Or, something like that. So you see, the family was out on one of our special outings to the park. I remember the look in my mother's bright blue eyes, and the soft grasses of the park beneath my feet. That was about all I knew of my past, and I treasure those memories very dearly.

It was a brief moment of childish thought, or lack thereof, that got me to walk over to the rushing river. The usual waterline was gone and replaced with one much higher. I didn't think that I would get hurt. I just wanted a drink, to dip in my face and paws and feel the calm, cold water. I suppose that I just slipped in. River covered my head, trying to drown me in its icy paws and strangle me with its grip of iron. The chill was unbearable, and as my head broke the surface and my feet churned to stay above the sucking currents below, I heard the cry of my dear mother. I went under again, and it was a long time before I resurfaced in a place that was strange and foreign to me. This is where my memory begins to serve me well enough, and this was the start of my dark days alone.

Life on your own is no picnic. And when eating from a picnic is the only way to survive, you learn a few tricks of the trade. When it comes to food, you want to be ruthless in your picking. Well, that was what my good friend Ryan said. He was one of the few dogs in this world I could fully and completely trust. He and I didn't always agree on everything, but we got along well enough all of the time. He was my fantastic confidante, the one who stood by my side. He was approximately six months older than I was at the time of our first encounter, and was the first dog I'd seen up close since I'd lost my family.

I met Ryan when I was six months old. I was digging through the trash cans behind an old restaurant, a place I frequented only when there wasn't another already there. One day while I was trying to free the bones of a chicken from the black plastic bag it was encased in, I heard a sound. Looking up, I saw him standing a few steps away from me. His eyes were so soft, warm, but I was still frightened. I backed away into a corner, but he came up to me and told me he meant no harm. This was the start of our perfect relationship, where he helped me along.

Ryan was unusually kind to me, and I never really understood when I was younger. He taught me how to snatch food from people when they looked the other way, which dumpsters to dig through and when during the week they had the best food left, and what a big pair of puppy-dog eyes could do to the sweet hearts of summer park-goers. I ate fairly well with him, a lot better than I had on my own. We made the best of dynamic duos. He was like an older brother to me, and I saw him as the only family I had. I just wish he had agreed.

Of course, things got shaky when I followed him home one night. He always told me not to do that, specifically, unless we were to jeopardize our friendship. Curiosity was killing me, just like any self-respecting cat, and I couldn't resist a look at where he went every night. He wound through several back alleyways, probably to lose followers, before disappearing into an abandoned warehouse. I pulled myself through the small gap in the door, and was beyond words for what I saw. A madhouse of canines, all barking and slobbering about in utter and complete chaos.

There were two dogs who stood behind a long wooden box. They collected bones, chew toys, and decent scraps of food from the dogs on the other end of the table. These were exchanged for colored cards. I was to learn later that this was how to place a bet on a Dogfight. Two dogs were paired against each other, and the winners of the bet would double their bids. Standing at the front of the line to place his own bid was Ryan. I was quite surprised, and stupid, so I bounded over to his side and wanted to know what he was doing.

This resulted in a lot of violent words and threats from Ryan, who immediately began to run me away and apologize for the behavior of his "kid sister." However, I was not let go that easy. A large and very well-fed bulldog made his way over to us. Cliche? I say yes. He told Ryan that it was fine and I was welcome any time. "As a matter of fact," he said, "why not let her taste a little glory?" Ryan answered no, that I was too young and much too delicate for a fight. This dog insisted, and before Ryan could do anything I was tossed into the ring. To fight one of the biggest Shepherds I've to this day seen.

Ryan was between us as fast as the fight began. "Run!" he yelled. "Run, stupid girl!" So I did. I remember hearing screams and vicious yowls, but I ran fast. The next morning I waited for Ryan, but he never showed up. I waited into the night, and returned the next day to the warehouse and fighting arena. It was clear as crystal in the daytime, but the ring was marked with blood on the floor. I turned around and without another word or thought I made myself leave. I've been walking ever since then, afraid to look back. Because if I do, I'll only see blood and smell death in the air.

My life turned back into travel in an attempt to find a new place for my home. I was eight months old now, and a lot more time in pursuit of something good. I found it just behind a small Bakery, where only the finest goodies were thrown out when just burned or hardly stale. It was fine dining for a scavenger like me, and the humans there were also easy pickings. When their children wouldn't feed me, there was always a full plate or bag that was within reach. I felt horribly guilty for stealing, but the pains of Ryan and hunger drove me to desperate measures in order to pursue more vicious means of getting my food.

It was when I finally turned nine months old that I met the one person who would love me forever. On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a day meant for walking and talking and joy, one mysterious girl stopped by the Bakery. It was a local visit, and I was excited to see her again. I hid behind the trash cans, waiting for my chance to "attack" and claim whatever she would buy. The girl rounded the corner and helped fish me out of the filth. I took my chance and stole the roll of bread she had right out of her pocket. As I ran off and ate it, however, I remembered a very distinct smell. Whatever it was, this girl smelled a lot like a memory so old, it had been buried and forgotten. I had imagined my mother to smell like this girl did. I was instantly aware that this was my destined home.

So I found her and followed her, despite her attempts to shoo me away and scare me off with some sticks and bits of wood. She caved and when we reached her home, and I bolted up to the front door with head high and tail wagging. She smiled a bit, let me inside, and went to washing and feeding me. This life was so perfect, I couldn't think of anything better to do. So we had a little staring contest for about a half hour, me thinking about all the fun things we would do together. This girl got up and accepted me into the family, naming me Sunday June Ritz Charlotte-Anne Kaycee. I learned that her name was Pharaoh, and have been warmly welcomed by her entire gang of friends.

This story is just beginning, but in some ways, I can say that I've found my happy ending; I've never been happier.

Kin -
Father- Unknown
Mother- Unknown
Other Relatives- Unknown
Love- Ryan
Children- None

Other – I love her so much that I just couldn't say no to trying. She will be as much loved as I can ever give her, and will have a wonderful place in a story beside "me" and the friends associated in my first ever comedic tale based on the adventures of my own life. Thank you for the wonderful opportunity to pursue adopting Ritz, and I just wish all of us who have fallen in love with her the best of luck. May she go to the best possible home! <3

[grisly bear]

o hAI

[MerryEaster]

Im glad someone is finally going for P31 ouo I thought she would stay there for a while but I guess I was wrong~

[Jerry]

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): http://icekrystal.deviantart.com/art/Fr ... -199705224
Name: He has no name, so chose any name you like.
Gender: Male
Species: Lion
Preferences: I don't really have any preferences, but I would like him to stay anthro. But it's your choice.
By submitting this form, I, Jerry, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
Ben'srevenge

[ki-neko animura]

omg i love that lion anthro jerry. but i must resist or at least for now

[juni.purrs]

I'm going to try to adopt a different character~ :DD Which means that my form for P102 can be withdrawn. ^^'

Ɩ αм ℓσσκιиɢ тσ α∂σρт αи∂ ℓσʌɛ ғσяɛʌɛя...
<3 ~P13~ <3



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.:: Name ::.
Shivyrr (pronounced "shi-ver")
Reason: She has this cold, winter-ish design to her and I couldn't think of anything original enough besides replacing and adding a few letters to Shiver. :3

.:: Nickname(s) ::.
Shi (pronounced "shy")
Reason: I feel like she would need a nickname, so I took the first three letters of her name and it worked.

.:: Date of Birth & Age ::.
December 3rd, 1997 & 13 'human' years.
Reason: I wanted Shi to be somehow "close" to me, if that's the right word. And since I couldn't use my birthday, because it's in a spring month, I used my cousin's birthday month, my favorite/lucky number and my age.

.:: Gender ::.
Female
Reason: Well, this kind of can't be changed so, haha. x3 I wouldn't change it anyways. The female gender fits her design perfectly.

.:: Breed ::.
Timber Wolf x Arctic Fox
Reason: Can't be changed and, plus, it also fits her very well.

~♥♥♥~


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.:: Personality ::.
Quiet, shy, timid, alert, sweet & kind, curious, --> Wip, will finish if I 'win' her.

.:: Likes ::.
Nature, music/rhythm, exploring, daydreaming, dusk, dawn, the moon, snow, cold/not-so-very-warm days, peaceful places, --> Wip, will finish if I 'win' her.

.:: Dislikes ::.
Rudeness, obnoxiousness, arrogance, hot/humid days, nightmares, hunters, --> Wip, will finish if I 'win' her.

~♥♥♥~


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.:: History/Background ::.
Wip, will finish if I 'win' her. <33 I have a wonderful plot and everything. It would involve other animals and adventures, but no humans unless they are hunting and Shi runs into them. Hopefully my not-so-good writing skills will become better as I write her story. If not, I would most likely ask my cousin to help me write it. :3

.:: Art ::.
Wip for now, and I don't think I can draw any as of now, but if I do get her I will definately draw, color in and order all the art of her that I can and whenever I get to. <33

.:: Other ::.
Nothing yet.

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I have a character that I don't use anymore, but was the first character I made. She was kind of special but I need a better home for her. X3

I am looking to donate...
Image:
Lineart used (if any): Spotty's Lines
Name: Cricket [can be changed]
Gender: Female [also can be changed]
Species: Wolf, or any oter. :/
Preferences: Not much;
-Don't change his/her design, you can only add a couple things
-He/She should not be a fursona at all
-Give him/her a good home, please
By submitting this form, I, Blaise, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
Ben'srevenge

[Mario]

I am looking to adopt...
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Kennel number:
P47, forty-seven.
Name:

Breed:
Space fox.
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Art:
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All a work in progress.