Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Queen Vivane]

Im 100% sure that forms are accepted wether they are wip or not :3

[Soruc]

Well, I didn't see mine added, so i thought i'd post here to add it incase it got missed or something. x3

[Faint]

Im 100% sure that forms are accepted wether they are wip or not :3

Even if they are WIP? 0.0 And I was typing away like crazy, thinking mine might not be considered if it is under WIP.

[kartharon]

Marking this thread I have interest in a few of the characters featured so you may see a form of mine soon. Not today though with the code-drop so close. Good luck to anyone who entered! (Especially for Kennel 105. He caught my eye straight away and I fell in love with him, though I don't believe I could put enough heart and soul into a form by 9:00... For whomever wins him/her, I promise to draw you at least one fanart picture, and if I don't within a month, feel free to remind me. Though I won't forget. )

[Queen Vivane]

Im 100% sure that forms are accepted wether they are wip or not :3

Even if they are WIP? 0.0 And I was typing away like crazy, thinking mine might not be considered if it is under WIP.

Well my wip forms have always been accepted so yeah I am pretty sure Octo accepts wip forms into the drop :3

[dark dragon]

i am sorry i havent been on to work on my form the laptop i use has died so untill i can get a new one i have to use my dads witch he almost never lets me use.

[summer monday]

I am looking to AdoreDefyOverseeProtectTreasure...
Picture:
Kennel number:
one hundred four
Name:
Ever
Breed:
wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Ever is a gorgeous character, her natural, mellow colors complimenting each other. Though her design is simple, it's soft on the eyes and totally distinguishable as its own character. Her fantastic gradient of colors just stick together like magnets. In a short story I've been searching for a second protagonist for my current short story plot, and she fits the requirements exceptionally. I wanted a natural looking canid character, one that had a distinctly feminine design. The hue of her eyes is gorgeous, like a warm shade of green that's extremely hard to capture. It seems to melt in with the rest of the design, like the few last embers in the fireplace that have yet to dim out, producing just enough temperature to be heartwarming and beautiful. The white accents scattered about her body only add to the effect, creating a contrastive look between the two shades of inviting brown, then switching to a colder, more shadowy form of white. Her mossy green collar with its goldenrod metal pieces are inviting and complimenting of her fur. The green is just a tone darker than her eyes, as is the yellow is a hue lighter than her fur, and it all makes up into an increasingly beautiful design. I seem to find something new, even in her simple design, every time I look at her.

I'm not exactly sure how to pinpoint the exact way she draws me in to her, but it's an obvious attraction. Looking at her is like looking at my own dog, and she makes me feel warm, perhaps even with a twinge of pride, one that resides on her face. Nothing about her design is remotely sharp. Everything is so smooth, making it not particularly noticeable. It doesn't exactly scream to you, but as the saying goes, less is more, and I don't know how I couldn't agree in this case. In fact, the only thing I wouldn't agree with about this alleged design is that it isn't amazing. There really isn't anything more amazing, in my mind, than something that draws you in the moment it catches your eye. For me, it doesn't have to be loud to be beautiful, though many people disagree. This design, with its gradient of warm shades, can prove that wrong. If it isn't sublime, then I don't know what to call this design.

It's hard to describe how much she strikes me as beautiful, how much I want her, or how long I've been searching for a character that just sucks me in the second I lay eyes on her. Before I truly focused on her design, even just her colors drew me in. Her design screams to me an impeccably sweet personality, and this type of love at first sight is exactly what I've been looking for. All the characters in this agency are stunning and gorgeous, no debate there, but it's another matter to be head over heels for a design the moment you lay eyes on it. I honestly don't see a reason why the second design, donated at the same time, was chosen by so many when this one was right above it. Everything in this design is accentuated by its light colors, though they aren't excessively so. I honestly can't imagine a character that was more fun to apply for.
Personality:
Ever is as benign as can be. As the saying goes, she literally would not hurt a fly. Though she tries to skirt around the subject, she is one who will collapse under peer pressure and do anything - anything - to have others like her more. Without friends, Ever would be quite lost in the maze of life, but her amiable disposition lets her easily tune into the frequency of others' thoughts. She isn't a mind reader, but she's really quite empathetic, and it's far more than easy for Ever to detect the emotions of most. She makes for a great companion in that manner. Ever is quite able to nurse a delicate conversation into an extremely lively one, but she can also tone down the pleasantries and keep her jaws clamped tightly when one is in need of silence. She takes things easily, lightly, though it's not like she doesn't get hurt by ruthless words and actions. With a kind tone and a genuine apology, though, there's no relationship you can't simply patch back up as long as you're with Ever.

It seems impossible that any soul could be as perfect as Ever, and that's absolutely true. The female is severely bipolar. But as she knows how to calm and suppress others' emotions, she knows how to do the same to herself, and she can often fight off things that others can't. But even so, Ever has her bursts of another, utterly opposite personality, and sometimes there just simply isn't a way for her to stop it. Things like petty temper tantrums are fairly easy for her to keep to a minimum, though a bit of a negative attitude almost always lingers when her thoughts switch from ecstatic to gallow-like. She can fight it off to the extent that she is still extremely kindhearted, but it's visible that it pains her to be that way. But as much as she is described as kind and bipolar, Ever is also always called a trooper, and there's a reason for the name.

The way people describe Ever is a bit off, though. They call her overly optimistic, which she obviously isn't, but they can't see past the shadow on her face and into her heart. Others call her boring. Which, supposedly, could be somewhat true. Her lifestyle is simple, plain, and the same, but she knows how to have fun. She isn't stuck in a rut like they suggest, though, and Ever is open to trying new things when she's given the chance. She prefers a routine, though, so everything can run as expected, so everything can run well. But despite those slightly cruel labels, most people are able to see right through her, and they say she's a sweetheart with a lot of wiggle space. Unlike herself, they all believe the kindness is simply a phase - which she knows, too well, that it isn't. But for her, it's alright. If they think she's nice, even though they also think it's something that will leaves soon, at least they don't call her boring and happy go lucky.

Through everything, she never gives up, never stops trying. Though her insistence can be agitating, it makes up a huge part of her. As touchy as she is on the subject, Ever's past isn't full of flowery figures and everlasting hours. Since she's seen the bad side of the world, she fights past everything she knows to make the good side a bigger, brighter place. It's not always the way she hopes - Ever gets teased often because of her "perfectionist attitude" - but she does her best, all around, to create a world within one. Some can prejudice, but others, she hopes, will find refuge in her mental sanctuary of acceptance. She wasn't always the dog she came to be, but Ever changed for the better, and she doesn't let herself forget to never look back.
Likes:
Whether it's the sight of a newborn pup opening its eyes for the first time, or even if it's the rainbow after a hurricane, the smallest beauties in life strike Ever as majestic, though sometimes the biggest wonders don't open her eyes as much. She enjoys, on occasions where she can afford to do so, lying in a silent place and soaking up the sound that there isn't. Any weather, be it rain, shine, or something smoggy and in between, it makes Ever feel thankful to even see the world for another day. It doesn't matter if she's staring into the heart of a wildfire or if her eyes land upon a newly grown spore of fungi in the dank, shadowy space beneath a bending fern: Ever can find things that others don't even notice. Though turning a mountain into a molehill isn't normally considered a good thing to do, in Ever's case, it's quixotic, perhaps a bit too idealistic, but also appreciative of the smallest things in life that not everyone takes time to appreciate. She scatters her love evenly, handing it away without a care to even the lost and mislead.
Dislikes:
Ever can't stand the sight of things like blood or fighting, nor can she listen to the sound of a long, lonely howl without being sad. Oftentimes, since she runs on other creatures' emotions, she is sad when they are. For that reason, and just because she is a happy, kind soul, Ever hates seeing anyone upset. She'll go through whatever it takes to cheer them up, and find out what made them sad so she can steer them away from the cause forever. She can't stand promises, and for that purpose, she barely makes them. After all, more than half of petty vows are broken on whims, and she thinks it's more hurtful to have to tell someone they're not getting what they want than simply not making a guarantee. After all, with a wolf like her, things almost always get done like they should. Others often tell Ever that if she can't make promises, no one can, and she's influenced many others in this way. Another thing she dislikes greatly is her bipolarity, along with any other disease, mental or physical, that can be bestowed upon a being. If things aren't healthy, Ever doesn't feel healthy. If her world isn't a well lubricated machine, she often feels distressed and has the urge to collapse and become depressed.
History / Background:
His loud words in the air made her ears swivel away from the sound that poured into them. In a few minutes, he would regret the way he had spoken to her, bury his head in her fur, and apologize. But listening to his constant barking made her head throb uncontrollably. When a gap in his conversation opened, her voice broke into it timidly. "Why don't you take a break, stay out for just a little bit until you can be calm?" she questioned, pushing herself up into a sitting position and staring at him with a watchful gaze.
For a moment, everything was silent as the male stared at her. Then, his tone growing loud again, he hollered, "You know what? That's what I'll do. And, and - I won't come back. I'll stay out and I won't come back."
A distressed look came over the female as she scrambled up onto all fours, calling his name in a shaky voice.

Though she fought to run after him, the female already knew her attempt would be a failed one. Her mate was nimble, ferociously strong. She barked his name, her barks resounding more fiercely than before, her ears pinned against her head as she fought the cripplingly slow mud beneath her paws, trying desperately just to walk. His advantage was her disadvantage as she realized the choice of return was his. If he decided to pivot in his tracks and come gallivanting towards her, she would welcome him with a warm gaze and a kind nuzzle. But, knowing his impulsive nature, she could only hope that he would regret his actions later. The very last spark of hope that was trying to restart the fire in her heart pinched out, though, when she saw his lanky form through a sheet of misty rain. A howl of sadness leaked out from between her jaws, but it barely penetrated the heavy, humid air that lingered around her. Shaking a pained, wet skull, the female turned, mateless and heartbroken, back towards her den where her small pup sat, staring at her with confused eyes.

Though he was gone, the curled furball on the ground held his resemblance more than hers, and she scooped the pup up with gentle jaws and carried it into the farthest corner of the den. Setting her pup down with an unreadable gaze, she circled tightly, tail trailing after paws, before pancaking out on the ground, her chin rested on her dirty paws. The hours passed slowly and amiably, though the thick rain threatened to never let up. Thunder rarely came, but flashes of lightning woke up the female and her pup at regular intervals, so they took to sleeping with their heads buried in the other's fur, masking their eyes from the amber glow. Though the heavy breathing of the youngster carried through the air as he dreamed, his mother didn't catch a wink of sleep during the long hours of darkness that night. Instead, even with her eyes open, all she could see was her mate's dirt brown face, his eyes flashing angrily, as he yapped at her with a snarl in his bark.

In the thick morning light, the female awoke, being nuzzled awake by the well-rested pup beside her. He was jumping back and forth, leaping over his mother and gnawing energetically on her short tail. "Bondaed," she murmured, "Did your father come home yet?"
The pup was almost always the first one up, and there was always a faint possibility that her mate hard returned home at dawn and gone out hunting like he sometimes did. But, searching the pup's face, she saw a note of discouragement. A few seconds later, he shook his head, staring at the floor as if it were his fault. "Bond," she murmured, "Don't worry."
And, like her words were chanted incantations, the innocent youngster didn't worry in the least. In fact, as months passed as slowly as a crawling slug in the mother's eyes, Bondaed lost all recollection of his father. His young and undeveloped mind let him forget even such a crucial detail, and his remaining parent found it cruel to bring up the subject a second time, causing him unneeded pain, so she kept her mouth shut and taught him to live like a normal wolf.

But, just as she had assumed, the subject became unavoidable when Bondaed began to make friends with other wolves. Socializing was a tricky matter for him because his nearly emotionally unstable mother found it hard to speak to him when she knew she might leak a secret at any time. He soon picked up on the fact that each pup he met had a mother, just like himself, but also a male guardian. This led him to asking many questions and doing what he thought was an expert analysis of the situation. One day, upon returning home from a visit with another pack of wolves, Bondaed exclaimed proudly, "You must be magical if you can take care of me without daddy."
At first, she was awestruck, but she realized his theory wouldn't hurt anyone, so she agreed readily. "You are such a smart boy," his mother had said, gently nuzzling the crook between his jaw and neck as he fell asleep in the shade of the den. The next morning he awoke, a huge grin on his face, and made her promise to be careful. "Of course, Bond, but why?" she'd answered questioningly.
"Because such a good mommy can't afford to get hurt."

The next few days passed uneventfully, save for the dark nights with Bondaed asleep. The female would curl up at the opening of her den, staring out into the night, and pretend that her mate had just gone hunting. Under the winking stars, casting a single glance back at her den, she would pad outside. The howls that rang out every night under the sympathetic moon seemed to ease away the female's burdens, bit by bit. Even though she loved him, it seemed to her that the viewpoint she had was wrong, and he wouldn't be the good father she had hoped so dearly he would turn out to be. Bond would have to be, though. He had taken her mate's place as the angel in her life, blocking her view of anything else. Perhaps it was good for the ever worrying female to be somewhat isolated. But, every night, she would return to the den with a sinking feeling that she had feelings for her mate that should have worn away long ago.

The proceeding day flew by, but it was at the time Bondaed arrived home that the female encountered trouble. "Why did daddy leave us?" he asked bluntly.
She realized that, even though he thought she was some sort of hero for raising him singlehandedly, he was bound to realize there still was a father involved in the process of raising a pup. "He's not coming back, Bond," the female murmured, "But I'll take care of you forever. And ever."
Those words became a quickening routine, and Bondaed became more and more persistent with every time his mother turned him down. She always replied the same way, though: with a stoic expression, grave gaze, and the same phrase. "He's not coming back, Bond, but I'll take care of you forever. And ever."
Bond was raised on his mother's preaching, and he came to recite the last two words of what she told him in answer to his questions about his father.

Days after he'd learned the two sentences by heart, Bond and his mother went out on an experimental first time hunting trip for the pup. With bright, gleaming eyes, he pranced beside his caretaker and watched as other pups and their parents cooperated to bring small rodents down. The deafening silence in the air became to great, though. The wolves had warned him countless times, due to his talkative nature, to be quiet during the hunt, but it was around the time of the day he would return home and visit his mother, had she not been hunting with him. So, with another confirming glance at the noonday sun, Bondaed interrogated, "Mother, why isn't he coming back?"
The whole group of wolves they were travelling with stopped dead in their tracks, heads swiveling in the couple's direction. Bond seemed totally oblivious to the glacier cold stares he was receiving, and the hopeful light in his innocent eyes forced his mother to answer. "He's not coming back, Bond but I'll take care of you forever. And -"
She was interrupted when a chorus of soft yips produced the last word of the sentence. Her eyes tried to focus on not one - but many - of the pups that had chimed in with her son.

After the incident, the lonely mother became known as none other than Ever, thanks to her persistent accentuation of the word. Her previous name was irrelevant, as only her mate addressed her that way anyhow. And though Ever felt a pang of shame that she had changed her whole self, all for the worse, she also felt immensely ecstatic. She was free! Free from the bonds that had held her back. Perhaps her old self was gone, taking with it all the things she loved about her mind, but it also took all the bad things and haunted memories away. It took her mate away, along with the rainy night and his silhouette, masked by the fog. It took away her last glimpse of her, and for that, Ever was grateful.

The days passed slowly, each a replica of the previous one, and Ever's conditions grew worse. She felt increasingly depressed, and her memories came flooding back to her, sweeping her off of her feet. She grew tired of answering Bondaed's single question every day, and he became tired of receiving no answer. Just like the night he had left, she felt as if she had been walking through knee deep mud for miles, stuck and barely moving, losing motivation and a grasp on reality. Ever was often weary and fatigued. When she finally broke the barrier between consciousness and sleep, he mind was overflowed with gruesome nightmares that she couldn't even bring herself to think about in the days after. Bond was the only true supporter of his mother; he stayed at her side without a doubt or straying thought.

Through and through, though her relationship had been broken with her mate, Ever and Bond grew stronger together. He wasn't able to make her happy, and she wasn't able to make his family complete, but they patched up each other's weaknesses as best they could and fought the world together. Real life always woke her up amidst the rare nights when she had pleasant dreams, and, still, she climbed out of the den each and every night to howl at the moon, or as she liked to imagine it, her mate. She didn't know if things had gotten better or worse, but Ever began to settle down into her new little world of isolation. Most days were nothing, null, fruitless. One single cycle of the moon and the sun struck her as completely extraordinary, though, and it was a day she would run through her mind millions of times. She would remember it forever. And ever.

At sunrise, beams the shade of honey rolled into the den. Ever pulled herself up onto her feet with a lighthearted grunt; her day had already started off well. Thinking far back into the depths of her dreams the previous night, it occurred to her that she had gone without a single nightmare, without a single awakening. That enough would have made her day, but she saw that Bond was still asleep, reminding her of his puphood when his eyes were closed for days on end. It looked as if he'd gone a whole night peacefully as well. She was considering taking a hunting trip. The thought of coming back and delighting her pup with a breakfast he didn't have to work to catch made her feel fuzzily perfect inside. But he was rolling over, yawning, and stretching when she turned around, so Ever nuzzled his neck, licked his ear, and flashed him a genuine grin.

"C'mon, Bondy boy. Go find your friends."
He looked up at her with deep, gorgeous eyes, and Ever wondered how she never got tired of seeing the pup's face. Something clicked in her mind, though, when he stared at her, and she felt overjoyed happy again. "You know what? I'll take you."
For a moment, he was silent, looking in awe at his mother, but the pup managed to pipe up. "We're hunting alone today, mom. C-can I?"
The innocence in his tone made her love him all over again, and she nodded to her son. "Of course, Bond. You'd better not be late, though, hmm?"
He answered her by dashing out the door and into the hot summer air that had come after the sky emptied itself of rain. Her grin widening into a full fledged beam, Ever gathered speed, surging out of the den on a freshly found whim, her paws hitting the ground like tuned down thunder as she whizzed past her pup, then turned around to wait for him, her tail wagging uncontrollably. He laughed out loud as he saw her, but when he caught up, Bondaed nipped at her heels and scampered from side to side, rolling occasionally in the dirt.

As he caught sight of his friends, he sobered up a notch, making his mother stifle a laugh by clamping her teeth down lightly on her lips. "Be good, Bond," she murmured, sticking her nose in his fur.
He looked up at her, an humiliated air in his eyes, but when he looked back to the pups staring at him, seeing their smiles, he licked Ever's nose, barked her a blissful farewell, and stumbled back to the group he'd bonded with so quickly. With motherly eyes and a heart to go with, she cast a last glance at him for the time being and turned around, prancing home like he had. In her den, she flopped down with a satisfied output of breath, not bothering to circle before falling into a nap, full of pleasant, randomly interspersed dreams with Bond and his playmates frisking around.

Awakened by the soft sound of a birdcall, her eyes sparkling the moment they fluttered open. As she stood, she felt the world drag by past her. But somehow, Ever wasn't stuck in the mud anymore. She was dragging because she wanted to, because she wanted the day to last. Every single moment began to count in her mind. And they only mattered more when Bondaed tumbled into the den, his thick fur askew. The way, at the very tips of his pelt, the sunlight flared - the way his eyes simply glowed - those were the things that made her live on. It had taken Ever a mighty long time to learn that, but once it struck her, it knocked her over, literally, with joy. She was tumbling on the floor, and soon her son was upon her, his light weight feeling like a feather on her ribcage as he mouthed her paws gently. "I love you, mom," the pup whispered, and her day was simply made her day a millionth time.

They spent the evening swatting at each other, rolling and nipping and squeaking and yapping. When the sun slowly faded into a mass of colors, the darkest form of azure mixed with a gorgeous shade of lightened lavender, Ever and Bondaed settled enough to sit at the entrance of the den, staring into the streaking colors of the sky. To be honest, the blurry stripes of yellow that spread throughout the clouds ticked something in her brain. At first, she couldn't completely describe the feeling, but the suddenness of her discernment was incredible. The warmth and the hues and the sparkling clouds matched the exact feeling that was coursing through her veins. It was past happiness, past adrenaline, past something she would have imagined to be possible. But it was possible, it was possible.

Bond soon drifted off to sleep, his paws working wildly. Ever figured it was from that day's hunt; they must have taken something rather large down. She'd have to ask him in the morning. The morning, she imagined, would be just as gorgeous as the sunset and the darkness had taken its place. Some unobservant others would refer to the sky as black, but she saw the hue just a shade above it, a darkened navy blue. It struck her as bittersweet, such a dark color mixed into such a beautiful context. What struck her as more bittersweet was that her own thoughts could have been directed on such detailed gorgeousness in the world, but she had been completely blind to it all. Of course, in one manner, it was absolutely delightful that she had the chance to open her eyes, and not at the last minute, to all the things she'd missed. But letting those things slip, just because she'd let her mate slip as well, was not an excuse.

Caught up in the feeling, Ever realized that the moon, the friend she'd poured out all emotion on in the past weeks, was lonely. Of course, the thought could be classified as utterly ridiculous, but the eyeopening day had changed her. The blindness would wear away, without a doubt, but she was too filled with compassion to notice her actions as she padded through the woods to a rock she had started to constant the place. Hopping atop the boulder and tilting her muzzle to the heavens, Ever let out a long, low call. The vibrations and noises, seemingly from multiple throats opposed to one, took over the air with such amazing force that it seemed no other thing could be heard. Her howl reverberated and undulated from tree to tree, rocketing until it became nothingness.

Breathing heavily, her shoulders shaking up and down ever so slightly, Ever kept staring at the moon. Something was drawing her to it, something that she couldn't explain. Easing herself into a sitting position without removing her gaze, she heard the faintest of sounds emanating from far away. Her ears tilted forward at their bases, blocking away all other disturbances in the air. At first, she recognized the sound as just the howl of another wolf, but moments later, she figured out that the caller was not just another wolf. The caller was howling in reply to her. And the caller was bringing her family back together. And why? Because the caller was none other than her mate with a mind for the better changed and a heart changed as well - just like hers - for the best.

Her story had another side, though.
It was incomplete without him.
Art:
art of the first few paragraphs; xxx
Other:
The above link in the history section of this form is to the opposite side of her story, to the bailing mate's point of view. I hope all this isn't too cliche, but the story does come out to something worthwhile: the two wolves both grow fond of their new nicknames. And, put together, the two titles [male; Four - female; Ever] make up none other than "fourever". Added onto that, their pup's name is pronounced like the common word "bonded", adding onto the pun: "fourever bondaed."

[! october]

Alrighty; this round is now closed; I'll be collecting forms, and then the evaluation process shall begin. c:

To everyone who has been asking about this;
All forms, whether they're finished, currently being worked on, or not even started, are added to the list before judging begins. Your form will be evaluated regardless of if its state of completion, so there's no need to worry about that. ~


Also, Tiki and Lirrie; what should we do about critiques and all for future rounds since Vita is currently absent? ^^'

[neonfrozen]

Uhm, excuse me, but this round is closed. No more forms.

[! october]

Yes; two other people entered forms for P17. c:
[You can always check things like that via this list on the front page.]

Speaking of which; the form list is all updated as of right now, be sure to let me know if there are any errors on it.