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[.L o k i i.]

Kennel Number:17
Name:unnamed-will name later
Gender:female
Speciesgolden retriver
What do you plan to use this adoption for:fursona
Personality:She is named or "tagged" a loner. She is better off on her own as she has been since birth. Solitude is her best friend and she has little friends. She gets average grades, good enough to impress the warden. Yeah warden, she lives in an all girls home. She hates...hates it. It is her ugly part, and it's all her parents fault.
Background:As a pup she was left with dirt, nothing to live for. Thrown away into the girls home because her parents were hippies that didn't want a tag-along, she is waiting. Waiting until she is old enough to get out of the h*ll hole that home is. The warden orders her around everyday. She has no family outside, no one to save her. no friends family to live with...she has no friends, no one wants to be friends with an orphan.
Other:i may change design a tiny tweek

[Sapphirescript]

I get to slap people now ^-^?
*SLAP*

Derpy me xD.

But the forms look promising ^-^, Really happy, just not going to do the code drops EVERY sunday, if that's ok with everybody x3.

[hazama]

My form is soo fairy-taley. >.>

[Papyrsatyr]

My form is soo fairy-taley. >.>

Normally I say this is spam but I actually liked your form and story. It's very cute.

Bah all these forms for 6. I adore the design so much but no time to write a form or do much on CS these days. Ah well I"m sure it she'll go to a good home. =w=; *scuttles off to finish mountain of work*

[Sapphirescript]

Tons of pets up, 13 to be exact, had to clean my characters out.

[ubiquitous]

I love #46. Must get working on that form, I'll post it after school.

[Queen Vivane]

Kennel Number: 12

Name: Silvermoon

Gender: Mare (Female)

Species Pegasus

What do you plan to use this adoption for: I'll be using her in stories mostly until I get my equine drawing skills to a better level

Personality:
Dreamer
images and shapes take place before her eyes only

Head-In-The-Clouds
With her dreamer personality, she tends to drift off into space and generally doesn't pay
much attention to what goes on around her. Reality is boring to her, and she really doesn't
have any desire to do what others tell her to do.

Secretive
As the moon does when a cloud floats over, Silver hides her desires, secrets, emotions,
all of that.

Sociopathic
Silvermoon doesn't get along well with others so tends to keep to herself

Innocent
Silvermoon is the quiet listener, the type that no one expects to be behind anything.

Background: This is a direct side sequal to my story [The Deers' Carosel] It had been a week since the young woman had set me and my carosel companions free, I had taken to the air my wings moving through the air with incredible ease. It was so strange to be flesh and blood after being wood, metal and paint for three long years. Day after day it had always been the same thing round and round with some child sat astride my back. Finally, I was free to live the life I had always wanted I could spread my wings and fly as much as I wanted, "I can do whatever I want" I whispered to myself.

Raindrops began to fall from the awfully dull, greyscale sky, overtaken by gloomy water filled clouds. The coolness of the rain splashed across my skin, the feeling was amazing. It felt like all my pain and problems were being washed away, like a weight being lifted off of my narrow shoulders. Why couldn't it just rain everyday? I tilted my silver and white face to the sky. Beams of weak sunlight poked out of the clouds, slightly illuminating my features. I had never seen anything like this while I was stuck to that blasted carousel. Darkness was slowly taking over the land and I knew there wasn't much time until the creatures of the night would emerge from their daylight hideaways to come and prowl the land.

I spread my wings and let the rain wash over them as I heard the first haunting song of the night, I loved the night songs though most likely what sung the beautiful melodies would never show their physical forms to a mortal.

Other: WIP

[ubiquitous]

Kennel Number: #12 {twelve}
Name: Sweet Dreams {Beautiful Nightmare is her other name}
Gender: Female
Species: Equine {Horse}, Part Spirit
Breed:
What do you plan to use this adoption for:
Personality:
Background: Darkness starts to take over her becomes dark same as regular except markings glow white and markings are blck. Beonce- Sweet Dream {Just Ideas so I can remember}
Other: This is a huge WIP. I really love this girl, but it's late here so I can't do too much.

[Swishy & Broken]

Kennel Number:
14
Name:
Sandler & Fross
Gender:
Male & Female
Species
Wolves <3
What do you plan to use this adoption for:
I plan to use this adoption for an Rp.. they would be the main charries & they would be on my sona` page
Personality:
He is a strong & brave dog. He would love to just jump into his mates paws & hug her everytime he sees her. He , also, loves to watch out for her. He is protective & never gives up.
She is a lovable Female. She was an A+ in all of her grade all the way from PreK - Collage. She would love to have pups & might even try to keep them all... that is if Swishy decides to. She loves every creature & is just a wonderful wolf to meet.
Background:
Sandler was cast from his clan.... He had broken 1 rule... ` Trust Your Pack ` He had sespekted that his brother was plotting against the pack. His name was taken & he was labeled nameless... He then called himself Sandler. He roamed around the packs outland for a while.. until one day...
Fross was born as the Leaders daughter. She was the head pup & always stayed above the rest.... Until one day she was suddenly found guilty for having pups when she was too young. Her `Mate` named Slikgen. He loved her & always tried to make her love him. She was utterly surprised when he told the elders that HE had mated with her. He was banished with her to the outlands. They slowly slunked out of camp.... WHY??? , she thought. Its my time , thought Slikgen. He smile dand turned to her. She suddenly lashed out, slashing him with her claws. After a while, he was no more. NO!! Now i`m a killer too!!, she thought as she suddenly started to run in to the outlands...
Sandler uddenly saw a pretty blue dog raced toward him. She smelled of flowers. He smiled but, quickly got pushed over by the dog. The girl dog suddenly let out a yelp," WATCH IT!!!" Sandler got up & shook off. " You should... you ran into me", He barked nicly. Fossfelt sricken back," Sorry... My name is Fross.... Whats yours??" Sandler felt is heart leap., she was interested!! " Ummmm... Sandler", He barked. Foss felt he rears grow hot. He`s sorta cute, she thought to herself. She guessed she would try it...

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After about 3 years they are mates, maybe pups will be coming soon also!!!
Other: Love the designs!!!

[-Firesong-]

Kennel Number:1

Name:Ash

Gender:Male

Species:Carosel Horse

What do you plan to use this adoption for: I might write a story about him, find a place to show him off, maybe make a thread. If I can get my drawing skills up on the computer, he could be the main guy for an adoptable thing, if I ever get the chance to make one.

History:Ash is beautiful, obviously. But he was mistreated when he was younger, so he does not trust easily. This is not always a bad thing. He's a bit of a loner, he goes off by himself.

Background: [from Ash's perspective...] I am running, because all I want is to get out of here, away from the bright lights and the screams of delight. They may as well be screams of terror. This place is all I have ever known, this circus. Many think that a circus is great fun, the lions, the bears, the tigers, oh my! The prancing horses. No. In my opinion, the circus is something you can only truly appreciate if you don't know what goes on backstage. If you are not a part of it, it seems beautiful. But if you are, suddenly it is not beautiful. But these woods I am running through, they are beautiful, the coppery leaves dancing in my wake. I assume that they are only beautiful on the outside though, when you are running too fast to pick up the details. But I see those details anyways: the perch in a tree where a hunter may sit, discarded bullet shells, the thorns on the rosebushes. I finally stop running near a creekbed, and watch the glassy water slip over the moss covered rocks. It looks cool, fresh, exactly what I don't need. The other horses at the circus, once our routine was done, would drink that ice cold water right away, even though I warned them not to. They didn't listen, and they would regret it later. But, like most things, they never learned from their mistakes, and did the same thing the following night.
I'm cooled down enough to drink now, and I have just touched my muzzle to that cool, cool, water, when I hear something behind me, directly in my blind spot. I know better than to whip around, if it is a hunter, that will earn me a bullet through the brain. So I move my head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl. She is watching me with curious eyes. I notice a backpack slung over her shoulder, and even I know that teenagers do not typically carry backpacks around at midnight. I decide to cut to the chase and turn around. She doesn't move, but still stares at me curiously, and it is then that I notice silvery tracks on her face. Tears? Curiosity gets the best of me, and I move towards her, and she still does not move. I touch my nose to the glistening tears on her face, but I never reach it. Then she steps back, and I realize she is transparent, a ghost. Part of me screams to get out now, but part of me wants to stay with this ghostly girl. She reaches a hand out to me, and touched me in the center of my forehead. I feel the strangest sensation, as if I am not wholly there anymore. I rear away from her, frightened now, and spash into the river. I glance down to check my reflection, but there is nothing. I turn on the ghost girl, who smiles. "Anything can happen on Hallow's Eve." She says by way of explaination in a whispery voice. "Anything."
She jumps on my back, and takes me into her world.

Other:Thank you for giving me the opportunity. [I'm sorry if my story sucked...but I wanted to do a ghosty story, but not a scary one...so yeah. There it is. Thanks for taking time to read it..]