Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Irbis]

ok, thank you Atwood ^^

[Hazel XIII]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
Picture:
Name: Sperling (sparrow in German)
Species: Drolf
Personality: She is a vivacious character, quick to anger, but cools off just as quickly. She has cautious tendences. She can be a bit cynical, and she tends to lay low. She is a loner at heart, but is also a hopeless romantic by nature.
Likes: Frolicking through fields, teasing humans, playing with the birds, lazing about and watching the clouds.
Dislikes: Thunder storms, highways, crowds, and cages
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.) Sperling awoke on a beautiful summer day. Her bird friends chirped happily in the trees above her head as she rose to her feet to greet them. "Good morning birds!" she cried, sending the newer birds fluttering and flapping away from her in distress. The older ones stayed, knowing that she meant no harm by it. One bird flew down and lighted on her shoulder. She had taken to calling him Charlie. He chirped to her and she smiled back at him.

"Ready for some fun on the town?" She asked Charlie, who merely chirped at her. She started on her way, picking up her easy paced lope, as she always did.
Sperling lived on the out skirts of a small fishing village in Greece. She was taught as a youngling to stay away from the humans. 'They killed our ancestors," her parents had always told her. 'They are a danger to us all,' that had been her uncle. But, she had defied them anyway, taking off to live closer to the people. They didn't seem to mind, or even notice her. She had learned to hide herself well. She stayed away from the crowds and watched them. It fascinated Sperling how these scrawny, powerless animals could gain so much, build tall buildings, and make such delicious smelling food.
But, she stayed true to her ways, hunting for every meal, not scavenging around the local dumpster as she had seen others do.

So she and Charlie settled down for a day of people watching. Sperling watched and watched, not even realizing she was dozing off...

What woke Sperling wasn't the noise of all the people mulling around her, or even being shot with a tranquilizer. What woke her was the disappearance of Charlie. She awoke, trapped in a cramped cage. She clawed and snorted and bit at it, but nothing would set her free. "WHERE IS CHARLIE!" she howled, snapping at anything that moved. "WHERE IS MY FRIEND?"

Men in white lab coats came and stuck something in her skin. She tried to leap at them, to tear there arms to shreds, but she barely moved. She felt dizzy, and her cage was spinning out of control. The men pulled her out of the cage, and she just sat there, unable to make herself move. She whimpered as the men began to poke and prod at her. She finally ended up slumping over, passed out from the strange thing in her leg and all the tests.

Sperling awoke in a dark, cold cave like area. The floor was hard and she ached all over her body. She called for Charlie and her bird friends, but to no avail. She saw a light, and felt a sudden hope. Maybe Charlie and the others are out their... she thought as she ran, however unstable, towards the light.
She gasped. She was surrounded by a huge wall, all around. Plants and grasses and ferns were planted all over, and were nothing like her beautiful forest home. She moved her eyes up the wall, stopping on the metal fencing around the top. people all stared down at her, ohhing and awing at her while brilliant flashes blinded her. She stepped back into her cave, shaking.

I'll get out of this, I know I will. I'll find Charlie, and we will run. My family was right, these people are bad. She vowed, trying to control her fear as she heard a loud creak behind her and heavy footsteps on the hard cave floor. "Time for more tests, my pretty. We want see what you can do."
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH. Don't expect one, I can't draw to save my life.
Pulling out. I'm going to wait for another one, I guess.

[Versa_Mythology]

I would like to adopt!
Number: #5
Picture:


Name: (Chasem)
Species: Corgi
Personality: Chasem is sweet and sensitive, but if he is upset or is mad, he will become very dangerous, to anyone, even his own mate. He tends to have a really bad temper, which rubs off on all the others easily because of it. It doesn't seem to change, really, when he is fair-natured. He basically has MPS (Multiple Personality Syndrome)
Likes: Being alone, as well as fighting
Dislikes: Leashes, being tricked, being told what to do, and being bothered.
Background: He was born into a strange yet unique family, where he was the only male pup, while he had two other sisters.His father had been caught by the animal-cops, and sent to the pound right after. His mother soon, left with them to a new place, trying to keep her pups safe, but Chasem alwys lacked behnd. As soon as he started out on his own, he learned the ways of a stray dog, given his personality, and rummaged through trashcans most of his life because he couldn't get fed better food. He had grown sick, but survived without trouble when he was '4' in human years. He left the city of New York behind, and soon traveled by sneeking into cars until he had reached California, where he soon met Sayaka-Sama (My character in alot of Rps/Fursona), soon to become best friends. Sayaka-sama had taught Chasem all he needed too know, and they stuck together like glue.
A picture you drew:

[SilverHund]

The winners are posted tomorrow right?

[Spotty]

I think this round is going for another two days, and it often takes like a full day to pick the winners.

[SilverHund]

Okay, just checking. Will the next smilis come out soon?

[Vluaaq]

I don't know, but I doubt it given adoptions opened around Wednesday.
But I usually only lurk around here.

Plus, I'm fairly certain we'll have a warning as to when the week will end.

It's up to spotty when the next round of smilis come out :3

[Scoobs]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
Picture:
Name: Eagle
Species: Drolf
Personality: Relaxed, curious, sweet, a bit protective.
Likes: Autumn, forests, sunsets.
Dislikes: Mornings, snow, being lonely.
Background: Eagle was born in a shelter. He was adopted out to a couple after a little while, for he was very cute. The couple was eldery. After a few months, the husband had a heart attack and died. The woman couldn't take care of herself. She basically went crazy and was placed in a nursing home. Through her mourning, she had forgotten to find a new home for Eagle. Eagle ran away. He roamed the fields of the couple's country home for several months. On a warm, early autumn day, he was resting under a tree. He woke up and found a beautifully colored leaf resting on his nose. Oh, how colorful it was! He looked up. The tree was covered in leaves of bright red, yellow, and orange. He needed to find more of these colors. That evening he stared at the sky. It was gorgeously colored. He thought "It's the same bright colors as those leaves." The next afternoon [psh, he sleeps through the morning] when he woke up, he spotted a very large area of trees; all with the beautiful leaves. He stared at it. "I gotta go there sometime," he whispered to himself. It was the first time he had heard his own voice in a while. Out here the was no one to talk to. It felt good to say something. He shivered. It was a bit chilly. He trotted off towards the colorful forest.
A picture you drew: I'll draw one later ^^

[Chry]

DONATION!
Picture: Here is the Oekaki

Species: Canine, but can be any creature if the adopter wishes
Link to lineart: Original
Any extra conditions?:
Cannot be a fursona, or the mate of a fursona. Can be a relative of a fursona. I would like to choose the winner please . . . The winner must put this design in a character thread, and they must PM me the link. No adding wings or stupid amount of accessories, but SLIGHT edits to the design are ok, it can be male or female . . . Keep it simple. You cannot name it Fred. . .

[Rainbow Dash]

I would like to choose the winner please . . .

I'm sorry but you can't choose the winner yourself. Atwood is the judge.