I am looking to adopt...
Solo Boy
Kennel number: P1
Name: Trinity .Solo.
Breed: American Wild Dog
Gender: Male
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Honestly, I've wanted this character for a while now. He's absolutely stunning, which is great, amazing, even. But that's not why I wanted him. Not really, anyway. I look at him and I see strength, and it inspires me. I see honesty, pride, flaws, greatness, boldness, and entirety. I see him, and I know I need him. I see him as a father, a friend, and a nobel hero... Even if he doesn't want to be one. I see a story, and I know. I know he needs a home.
Personality:
Thoughtful.
Trinity tends to think about things before he acts. He likes to look at the possible outcomes - planning ahead. Sometimes this can get him into real trouble (depending on just how long considering these things takes), but sometimes he lucks out and it helps him and his friends a great deal. He would probably be the most brilliant member of the team of three. His thoughtfulness may annoy a few, but he knows that they will get over it. Trinity figures that his gift could save that individual's life one day.
Rebellious.
If the outcome possibilities are safe, then Trinity can turn into a real rebel. If his friends mention something that they don't like; for example, if he decides to sing a song that they don't like. If one of his buddies tells him that his song is annoying, he'll go out of his way to sing it as loud and off key as possible. That is really only a light form of his rebelliousness. Kujaku could warn him not to go inside an enemy's home. He would do it, just to prove to her that he can take care of himself. This would be the one time he wasn't thinking rationally.
Independant.
Trinity is one to do things on his own. He doesn't need anyone to tell him how to do something, he can take care of it himself. He is one that would usually prefer to be a loner, if there was no other choice. It's not that he can't bond with other people, he just chooses not to. He believes that it would all be a bother to have ones close to him telling him how to do this or that all the time. So, he stays to himself. He's just off the bank of antisocial. He'll go to a party or something of the sort if it's necessary, but usually, he prefers to be by himself.
Negative.
This canine has quite the attitude of a downer. Trinity refuses to try to "brighten someone's day" or "lift their spirits." He can't even lift his own, so why on earth try to make someone else happy? Not only is he sad towards others, but often to himself. He's always thinking that he's not good enough, or that he's a terrible person. Because of this, he often comes off as angry and rude, so not many wish to spend their free time with him. This is fine with Trinity. He could care less what his peers do in their time.
Impatient.
Trinity can barely keep his paws still in a time of danger. If something big is going to happen, he wants it done now, and not sometime else. An example of his irritation is how people used to claim that the "end of the world was coming in 2012." Before the time, he would be ornery and couldn't even stand still if someone mentioned it. He was nearly torn apart when the year rolled around and nothing of the sort happened at all. It was all he could do to not tear apart the ones that told him it was going to happen. All that waiting for nothing, he says.
Trustworthy.
Though not many people tell him anything, if you do decide to tell Trinity a secret, he'll protect it with his heart. Most of the time this strings from the habit of putting shields over his own, but sometimes he realizes that secrets are the most painful things that the Lord had created, and they are the ones that everyone looks for in others just to make them feel broken. Even if he may not care very much about the individual that has told him the precious thought or deed done, he knows that someone out there does care about them, and if he ever told the thought, the one who cares... might not anymore. Trinity cannot imagine a worse fate for someone, so he keeps his mouth shut - for their sake.
Yelling Character.
If Trinity disagrees with something and is ignored, he will yell until he is heard and acknowledged, even if it is disagreed. At sports games, he will yell. At parties or raves (that he really would rather not be at) he will yell. At meetings (if he was ever invited to one) he would yell. He yells a lot... Though many don't seem to care. Usually it's not annoying to them, because his voice is so pretty, even in a louder stance. His voice is whole and exciting. The funny thing is that no matter how much he uses it... It never seems to get scratchy or give out.
Stubborn.
Trinity always tries his best to get his way. He'll go to the end of the rope just to have his ideas considered. He realizes that he can't have it his way every single time, but if he knows what he wants is for the greater good, or at least someone's greatest good, he will push through until the very end until he is noticed. It is a slightly different story if he says "no" to someone or something, and yet it presses further. He will not budge. This is why you do not argue with Trinity.
Observant.
Trinity takes in the world around him. He sees every side of every story, and he seems to see the inside of every person. If he's talking to someone about something personal, often they claim "it was like he was seeing into my soul." He likes to know how things work, how they move and grow. If someone wants a fortune or a future sight, they drag themselves over to see him, though he denies them every time. Though people come to him, he refuses to give them what they want.
Loyal.
If Trinity does happen to make a friend, he will stay close to them. He would never betray them, never harm them, never damage them in any way. He would be the truest anyone has ever been to a friend. This does not happen often for him, the making of people he would actually like to be around, which is why seeing his nice side is so very rare. The reason being is because if he makes friends, he wants them to love him just like he loves them, if not more. He needs loyalty as well, and cannot survive without it.
Opinionated.
It is probably clear by now that Trinity has rather... Protective thoughts, and when he has them, he voices them. Quite loudly. Yes, this wild dog has his various opinions, and is sure to make them heard whenever possible. If someone asks for advice, usually he is more than happy to answer, depending on whether or not he despises the particular person. Trinity knows that even though his opinion is not always right and may not always be followed, that his is somehow... The best, anyway. He can live with someone else getting their way time to time, though he tries his best not to let that happen. He is one for himself, and tries his best to do to others what he'd have them do for him - Protection.
Likes:
{Music ♫}
Music is what makes Trinity's world spin 'round. Deceptive, deeply felt bands like Three Days Grace, Fall out Boy, and Evanescence make him who he is today - maybe even something more. He respects them, loves them, and strives to be exactly what they stand for, individuality.
{Making something happen ♥}
Trinity wants to change specific things in the world. He wants to make a difference, even if he doesn't show it. He is who he is to make others change their view on people like him. He wants to be treated the same as everyone else, for other's sake. You can't tell, but he spends most of his time acting for other people.
{People listening ⚓}
Trinity loves it when people listen to him and his opinion. In fact, if someone completely ignores him, he will threaten them until they do. He may even act on it. He feels he needs to be listened to, recognized, or he will stop breathing.
{Giving Advice ❀}
When he feels like it, Trinity likes to give advice. He knows he's good at it, and he knows others need it for their benefit, so he figures, why not?
{Honey ☼}
Since he was born, Trinity has kind of come up with an addiction for honey. He loves the texture, loves the taste, won't stop talking about the smell, and everything else about it. He often jokes about stealing some from Winnie the Pooh, because of course that chubby old bear wouldn't mind a bit.
{Rain ⚓}
Trinity loves the feel of drizzling rain on his fur. He loves the smell of it too. It makes him feel as if the world is at peace.
Dislikes:
{Being ignored ✘}
Someone purposely not listening to Trinity could get themselves into real trouble. He's a mean one, he is, when it comes to that. Trinity demands to be listened to, at least once, before anything is decided. He always has something or another to say.
{Death ✄}
The act of dying scares the fleas of this little Wild dog. He wishes that he could never die, so that he could never find out what happens after dying. He figures that if what he believes is wrong, everything that he's done here on earth means nothing.
{Lightning ϟ}
The shock in the sky is what Trinity despises the most. He knows nothing of what it's made of or why it's there, but it looks evil to him, and he would do anything to have it gone forever.
{Sadness ☹}
Seeing other people upset (that he cares about) really makes something stir inside Trinity's heart. He hates seeing people in pain, it always makes his memories dance their way back to him. He tries to make it seem like he doesn't care about their anger, but he really does. Sometimes he can't help but act out towards them, try to make them feel loved.
{Lies ☮}
Trinity would not be able to stand looking at you if you lied to him even one time. It is the dirtiest of all deeds to him. He would anything but befriend you if you told him a false truth. Depending on how much he disliked you, or even loved you, he may give you deep wounds. He figures you wounded him worst of all, why should it matter if you are in pain. At this time, he feels nothing for your sadness.
Art:
Other: I aplogize, but I've lost inspiration for the other two.
I guess it's just me and Trinity for now, 'eh? <3
History/Background:
Note: This story was written while Trinity was in anthro form.
I grew up without a home.
There were six of us in the alley. My mother; Tera. My uncle; Luke. Luke's boy; Benjamin. Luke's oldest daughter; Sophia. And- his youngest girl; Annie. Plus me, Trinity. We were all thrown out of my mother's home when I was only months old. World War III had displaced us. I used to have a father. Luke used to have a wife. I used to have a brother. This all changed when it became the beginning of the end.
None of us were exactly sure how the war started. The government would not reveal their secrets to the public. And anyway, if they did, my family would surely be the last to know. Though news travels fast, it travels last to the homeless. What we knew was that our America had allegiance with Japan and Russia, while China and Canada were also set with Brazil and Indonesia. In the New York City streets, we constantly had bombings and deaths. My father, brother and aunt were scurrying back from stealing some fresh fruit and vegetables they'd stolen from a reserved park for us, when they were shot.
I remember watching the first bomb drop.
I was only five years old, huddling for warmth at the edge of our alley next to my mother. She was holding a paper cup that had the writing "money and food for prayers" on the side of it in inky, scribbled handwriting. Her hand was shaking. We were freezing in her wrap and our sweaters. We had tattered knee-shorts as well. It had been November sixth. My ears perked up and my eyes went wide every time someone new walked by. I had to stop to admire them. They must've been extra special to have been able to keep their home.
Every once in a while someone would drop a couple nickles in. Maybe a quarter, or even a dollar bill. There was next to nothing in the cup that day. A couple of pennies, a dime. We would not be fed today.
Just as I thought this, a little girl holding her father's hand walked by. Her eyes flickered to us, which made her stop cold. "Daddy," she said quietly, tugging on his jacket sleve only once. He turned, and lowered his eyes to our faces. His expression was unclear. He didn't know whether to frown or smile in pity. Sighing, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, dropping a twenty dollar bill in our cup. My mother gasped, and glanced in the cup. She pulled out the slip of green, as if she couldn't believe it to be true. Either could I.
Her green eyes teared, sparkling, and standing out against her pale and dirty fur. "Th-Thank you," she sobbed quietly. I smiled greatfully at them, as my mother couldn't. As the man was about to turn away, the girl pulled on his sleeve once more. He paused. The child pulled off her wool fleeced winter coat, and held it out to me.
"Becka," the father said, surprised, and reached out to take the jacket back. But the look his daughter, Becka, gave him, made him stop. "Very well."
She smiled back to me, and I snatched it up quickly. I was on the verge of tears myself. "Thank you," I mouthed.
She whispered back, "You're welcome."
They turned to leave, heading down the block. I watched them for as far as my eyes could see. Sighing, I smiled down at the jacket in my hands. I put it on greatfully, and sat for only a moment before she screamed.
"EVERYONE, BACK! IT'S CHINA AIRFORCE!"
I looked up at the noise. Up ahead were dark planes, planes with China's flag symbol on them. Mother swooped me up and hurdled me as far back into the alley as possible along with my uncle and cousins. I huddled with them as I watched the bombs drop, drop, drop...
Solo Boy
Kennel number: P1
Name: Trinity .Solo.
Breed: American Wild Dog
Gender: Male
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Honestly, I've wanted this character for a while now. He's absolutely stunning, which is great, amazing, even. But that's not why I wanted him. Not really, anyway. I look at him and I see strength, and it inspires me. I see honesty, pride, flaws, greatness, boldness, and entirety. I see him, and I know I need him. I see him as a father, a friend, and a nobel hero... Even if he doesn't want to be one. I see a story, and I know. I know he needs a home.
Personality:
Thoughtful.
Trinity tends to think about things before he acts. He likes to look at the possible outcomes - planning ahead. Sometimes this can get him into real trouble (depending on just how long considering these things takes), but sometimes he lucks out and it helps him and his friends a great deal. He would probably be the most brilliant member of the team of three. His thoughtfulness may annoy a few, but he knows that they will get over it. Trinity figures that his gift could save that individual's life one day.
Rebellious.
If the outcome possibilities are safe, then Trinity can turn into a real rebel. If his friends mention something that they don't like; for example, if he decides to sing a song that they don't like. If one of his buddies tells him that his song is annoying, he'll go out of his way to sing it as loud and off key as possible. That is really only a light form of his rebelliousness. Kujaku could warn him not to go inside an enemy's home. He would do it, just to prove to her that he can take care of himself. This would be the one time he wasn't thinking rationally.
Independant.
Trinity is one to do things on his own. He doesn't need anyone to tell him how to do something, he can take care of it himself. He is one that would usually prefer to be a loner, if there was no other choice. It's not that he can't bond with other people, he just chooses not to. He believes that it would all be a bother to have ones close to him telling him how to do this or that all the time. So, he stays to himself. He's just off the bank of antisocial. He'll go to a party or something of the sort if it's necessary, but usually, he prefers to be by himself.
Negative.
This canine has quite the attitude of a downer. Trinity refuses to try to "brighten someone's day" or "lift their spirits." He can't even lift his own, so why on earth try to make someone else happy? Not only is he sad towards others, but often to himself. He's always thinking that he's not good enough, or that he's a terrible person. Because of this, he often comes off as angry and rude, so not many wish to spend their free time with him. This is fine with Trinity. He could care less what his peers do in their time.
Impatient.
Trinity can barely keep his paws still in a time of danger. If something big is going to happen, he wants it done now, and not sometime else. An example of his irritation is how people used to claim that the "end of the world was coming in 2012." Before the time, he would be ornery and couldn't even stand still if someone mentioned it. He was nearly torn apart when the year rolled around and nothing of the sort happened at all. It was all he could do to not tear apart the ones that told him it was going to happen. All that waiting for nothing, he says.
Trustworthy.
Though not many people tell him anything, if you do decide to tell Trinity a secret, he'll protect it with his heart. Most of the time this strings from the habit of putting shields over his own, but sometimes he realizes that secrets are the most painful things that the Lord had created, and they are the ones that everyone looks for in others just to make them feel broken. Even if he may not care very much about the individual that has told him the precious thought or deed done, he knows that someone out there does care about them, and if he ever told the thought, the one who cares... might not anymore. Trinity cannot imagine a worse fate for someone, so he keeps his mouth shut - for their sake.
Yelling Character.
If Trinity disagrees with something and is ignored, he will yell until he is heard and acknowledged, even if it is disagreed. At sports games, he will yell. At parties or raves (that he really would rather not be at) he will yell. At meetings (if he was ever invited to one) he would yell. He yells a lot... Though many don't seem to care. Usually it's not annoying to them, because his voice is so pretty, even in a louder stance. His voice is whole and exciting. The funny thing is that no matter how much he uses it... It never seems to get scratchy or give out.
Stubborn.
Trinity always tries his best to get his way. He'll go to the end of the rope just to have his ideas considered. He realizes that he can't have it his way every single time, but if he knows what he wants is for the greater good, or at least someone's greatest good, he will push through until the very end until he is noticed. It is a slightly different story if he says "no" to someone or something, and yet it presses further. He will not budge. This is why you do not argue with Trinity.
Observant.
Trinity takes in the world around him. He sees every side of every story, and he seems to see the inside of every person. If he's talking to someone about something personal, often they claim "it was like he was seeing into my soul." He likes to know how things work, how they move and grow. If someone wants a fortune or a future sight, they drag themselves over to see him, though he denies them every time. Though people come to him, he refuses to give them what they want.
Loyal.
If Trinity does happen to make a friend, he will stay close to them. He would never betray them, never harm them, never damage them in any way. He would be the truest anyone has ever been to a friend. This does not happen often for him, the making of people he would actually like to be around, which is why seeing his nice side is so very rare. The reason being is because if he makes friends, he wants them to love him just like he loves them, if not more. He needs loyalty as well, and cannot survive without it.
Opinionated.
It is probably clear by now that Trinity has rather... Protective thoughts, and when he has them, he voices them. Quite loudly. Yes, this wild dog has his various opinions, and is sure to make them heard whenever possible. If someone asks for advice, usually he is more than happy to answer, depending on whether or not he despises the particular person. Trinity knows that even though his opinion is not always right and may not always be followed, that his is somehow... The best, anyway. He can live with someone else getting their way time to time, though he tries his best not to let that happen. He is one for himself, and tries his best to do to others what he'd have them do for him - Protection.
Likes:
{Music ♫}
Music is what makes Trinity's world spin 'round. Deceptive, deeply felt bands like Three Days Grace, Fall out Boy, and Evanescence make him who he is today - maybe even something more. He respects them, loves them, and strives to be exactly what they stand for, individuality.
{Making something happen ♥}
Trinity wants to change specific things in the world. He wants to make a difference, even if he doesn't show it. He is who he is to make others change their view on people like him. He wants to be treated the same as everyone else, for other's sake. You can't tell, but he spends most of his time acting for other people.
{People listening ⚓}
Trinity loves it when people listen to him and his opinion. In fact, if someone completely ignores him, he will threaten them until they do. He may even act on it. He feels he needs to be listened to, recognized, or he will stop breathing.
{Giving Advice ❀}
When he feels like it, Trinity likes to give advice. He knows he's good at it, and he knows others need it for their benefit, so he figures, why not?
{Honey ☼}
Since he was born, Trinity has kind of come up with an addiction for honey. He loves the texture, loves the taste, won't stop talking about the smell, and everything else about it. He often jokes about stealing some from Winnie the Pooh, because of course that chubby old bear wouldn't mind a bit.
{Rain ⚓}
Trinity loves the feel of drizzling rain on his fur. He loves the smell of it too. It makes him feel as if the world is at peace.
Dislikes:
{Being ignored ✘}
Someone purposely not listening to Trinity could get themselves into real trouble. He's a mean one, he is, when it comes to that. Trinity demands to be listened to, at least once, before anything is decided. He always has something or another to say.
{Death ✄}
The act of dying scares the fleas of this little Wild dog. He wishes that he could never die, so that he could never find out what happens after dying. He figures that if what he believes is wrong, everything that he's done here on earth means nothing.
{Lightning ϟ}
The shock in the sky is what Trinity despises the most. He knows nothing of what it's made of or why it's there, but it looks evil to him, and he would do anything to have it gone forever.
{Sadness ☹}
Seeing other people upset (that he cares about) really makes something stir inside Trinity's heart. He hates seeing people in pain, it always makes his memories dance their way back to him. He tries to make it seem like he doesn't care about their anger, but he really does. Sometimes he can't help but act out towards them, try to make them feel loved.
{Lies ☮}
Trinity would not be able to stand looking at you if you lied to him even one time. It is the dirtiest of all deeds to him. He would anything but befriend you if you told him a false truth. Depending on how much he disliked you, or even loved you, he may give you deep wounds. He figures you wounded him worst of all, why should it matter if you are in pain. At this time, he feels nothing for your sadness.
Art:
Other: I aplogize, but I've lost inspiration for the other two.
I guess it's just me and Trinity for now, 'eh? <3
History/Background:
Note: This story was written while Trinity was in anthro form.
I grew up without a home.
There were six of us in the alley. My mother; Tera. My uncle; Luke. Luke's boy; Benjamin. Luke's oldest daughter; Sophia. And- his youngest girl; Annie. Plus me, Trinity. We were all thrown out of my mother's home when I was only months old. World War III had displaced us. I used to have a father. Luke used to have a wife. I used to have a brother. This all changed when it became the beginning of the end.
None of us were exactly sure how the war started. The government would not reveal their secrets to the public. And anyway, if they did, my family would surely be the last to know. Though news travels fast, it travels last to the homeless. What we knew was that our America had allegiance with Japan and Russia, while China and Canada were also set with Brazil and Indonesia. In the New York City streets, we constantly had bombings and deaths. My father, brother and aunt were scurrying back from stealing some fresh fruit and vegetables they'd stolen from a reserved park for us, when they were shot.
I remember watching the first bomb drop.
I was only five years old, huddling for warmth at the edge of our alley next to my mother. She was holding a paper cup that had the writing "money and food for prayers" on the side of it in inky, scribbled handwriting. Her hand was shaking. We were freezing in her wrap and our sweaters. We had tattered knee-shorts as well. It had been November sixth. My ears perked up and my eyes went wide every time someone new walked by. I had to stop to admire them. They must've been extra special to have been able to keep their home.
Every once in a while someone would drop a couple nickles in. Maybe a quarter, or even a dollar bill. There was next to nothing in the cup that day. A couple of pennies, a dime. We would not be fed today.
Just as I thought this, a little girl holding her father's hand walked by. Her eyes flickered to us, which made her stop cold. "Daddy," she said quietly, tugging on his jacket sleve only once. He turned, and lowered his eyes to our faces. His expression was unclear. He didn't know whether to frown or smile in pity. Sighing, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, dropping a twenty dollar bill in our cup. My mother gasped, and glanced in the cup. She pulled out the slip of green, as if she couldn't believe it to be true. Either could I.
Her green eyes teared, sparkling, and standing out against her pale and dirty fur. "Th-Thank you," she sobbed quietly. I smiled greatfully at them, as my mother couldn't. As the man was about to turn away, the girl pulled on his sleeve once more. He paused. The child pulled off her wool fleeced winter coat, and held it out to me.
"Becka," the father said, surprised, and reached out to take the jacket back. But the look his daughter, Becka, gave him, made him stop. "Very well."
She smiled back to me, and I snatched it up quickly. I was on the verge of tears myself. "Thank you," I mouthed.
She whispered back, "You're welcome."
They turned to leave, heading down the block. I watched them for as far as my eyes could see. Sighing, I smiled down at the jacket in my hands. I put it on greatfully, and sat for only a moment before she screamed.
"EVERYONE, BACK! IT'S CHINA AIRFORCE!"
I looked up at the noise. Up ahead were dark planes, planes with China's flag symbol on them. Mother swooped me up and hurdled me as far back into the alley as possible along with my uncle and cousins. I huddled with them as I watched the bombs drop, drop, drop...
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