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[•Bliss•]

Pet's ID Tag: 33
Name You'd Choose for It: Fae
Meaning of Name: Fae is an English name meaning Fairy
Gender: Female
Species: Some sort of dog mix.
Reason You Want It: This dog is simply beautiful. When I was scrolling down the kennels, she caught my eye. If I do somehow get her, she is promised a good home with tons of art and stories.
History/Background/Other:
I was born in a cave. The first memory I had was the smell of my mother. As I grew up, my mother came to the cave less and less. One horrid day, my mother left. I wept the whole day. What could have happened to my mother? That following night was a full moon. What was odd was the fact that the moon had a blueish tint to it. However, I didn't pay much attention to it. After a while in the lonely company of my cave, bright flickering lights surrounded me. As I looked closer, I saw that they were fairies! "Why are you here?" I exclaimed in confusion. I wasn't anybody special. Suddenly, I remembered what my mother always told me when I was scared. "Don't worry, when you are afraid, sad, or alone, the fairies will guide you." Suddenly it made sense. My mother knew about the fairies! "Do... Do you know where my mother is?" I tentatively asked a light grey fairy. 'We are not quite sure, but we will help you find Queen Kemari.' I was puzzled. Why would I need a queen? I wanted to find my mother! The fairy noticed the look on my face and said 'Queen Kemari is your mother; she is the queen of the spirit fairies. So, are you willing to go on a quest to find your mother?' The fairy looked at me expectedly. "Of course I am!" I announced. And this was the beginning of my terribly long quest, which the fairies call 'The Quest for the Queen'.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[IzzyBee]

Could I have some critique on my for for the mood fox?
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=150745&start=3220

[iBrevity]

Plague & Whimsical.

Pet's ID Tag: #125 & #126.
Name You'd Choose for It: Plague [♂] & Whimsical [♀].
Gender: Male & female.
Plague's Species: "Horseman", literally Canis lupus. [+anthro form]
Whim's Species: "Sibyl", literally Canis lupus. [+anthro form]
Plague's Career:
A Horseman, a supernatural being that spreads specific issues throughout the mortal plane. His mentor is Pestilence, the true Horseman, as when Plague 'graduates' he will step up to claim his teacher's seat in the Counsel and become Pestilence himself.
Whim's Career:
A Sibyl is a woman who can see into the future and foreshadow both great, and horrible events. Whim, in particular, is a priestess in Apollo's temple, the Greek sun god. She must remain always a virgin as is stated by the Apollo's temple rules. and is completely devoted to Roman beliefs.

Reason You Want Them:
I love the comparison these two create.
To be totally honest, I don't have any full set of mates under my Main Character tab. I have one that I'm trying to win her a mate [so technically she has one], but none of my other ones do. This is the perfect chance to literally get that happy-ever-after idea.
While Plague's design is simple, those swirls compliment him highly; and Whim's design is gorgeous yet stunning even from a distance. I love flower tattoos/designs [as one can see on my charrie Rouge], so I am certain both would fit right in. Because wibeke gave me permission to also use anthro forms, I have so many various plans running through my head about them that it's crazy.
They will be well-loved and well-used, and will go straight to my Main Character page as I am certain that is what both would be. Although I cannot promise that I would actually use them for roleplays, I know that I would get them loads of art [including my own], and write a multitude of stories. Whim and Plague's love story together can go in so many different directions its stunning; and every time I'm inspired to write more.

Plague's Story:
"Listen to me, Pestilence."
The demon sat forward in his throne and glared at the spitfire that opposed him. The youngest member of the Horsemen peered up at his mentor, and his dark eyes flashed. The much older supernatural being leaned back in his chair with a long plume of smoke drifting out of his halfway parted mouth. His predatory teeth flashed. "Plague, I don't need your sass. Spit it out, whatever you feel you must say."
Squaring his shoulders, the boy frowned. "I want to do to the mortal plane, Pestilence. Just for a while, to... to get a feeling for the humans I will one day hunt with my disease." He tried to calm his quailing voice and focused his attention on remaining strong; he reminded himself the brilliant colors that existed up there and the presence of real, actual heat.
Shifting his robe across his chest, Pestilence curved his hood up around his shadowed face. He brooded for a moment, silent, before his flash of a grin betrayed his wicked amusement.
Leaning forward in his chair and extending his bony hand for Plague, the other slowly leaned forward and took it. The ancient figure of Pestilence smirked beneath the shadow of his hood.
"So mote it be."

---

When he awoke, it was the call of songbirds.
At first, the sounds disoriented him. Plague climbed to his feet and looked around, blinded by the abrupt brightness of the world. In fact, for a full minute he merely stood there and tried to coax his eyes into adjusting for the extra light intake and eventually gave up. It would take him hours to get used to this.
Instead, when he buried his hands against his eyes, he found he was holding a pair of what appeared to be sunglasses. He had only seen these a few times in the underworld, stolen from victims foolish enough to be killed with a pair on. Slipping them onto the bridge of his nose, Plague grinned and lifted his chin in an arrogant brand of pride. The first of his class to see the mortal realm without a mentor present.

Whim's Story:
...

Their Story:
...

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
[note - wibeke has given me permission for the anthro form - x]
[note - I will PM wibeke when I am finished with the form for their permission. <3]

[huge WIP]

[-White Fang-]

Pet's ID Tag:17
Name You'd Choose for It:Rainbow
Gender:
Reason You Want It:
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
total WIP

[Bartimaeus]

Pet's ID Tag: #129

Name You'd Choose for It: CandyCorn

Gender: No Gender - But it'll be refered to as a 'he' just as a default. Same for Sylimna, she'll be a 'she' even though 'she' technically has no gender. But you'll find out more in the backstory. x3.

Reason You Want It: Adorable. <3 I love this charrie to pieces, and will keep it in my heart forever. As you can tell, I never have given away any of my charries, and rarely adopt. If you take a look at my charrie page, you'll see what I do with characters. Art will be given, made, payed for, ect. Even though I despise both Halloween, and CandyCorn, I thought it ironic that I love this character, and that's exactly what inspired me to create this backstory. ^.^

Note about the story below: I apologise for the swearing in the backstory below. I don't normally talk like this, I assure you. CandyCorn just does though. x3.

I also apologise if this offends any Christians, as I found it might do, after I wrote it, looking back. Trust me, it's not meant to at all. He's just a strange, twisted little demon that I love. <3

I also also apologise in advance for my terrible spelling... D: I know, I suck at spelling. Please don't mark me down for that...

Note Note: If you're wondering why I was inspired to create this backstory, it's from my deep hate for Halloween, and my true love for All Hallows Eve. Oh, and he's also a Britsih demon - like me... except the demon part. XD Anyways, I don't quite know what CandyCorn is, and I don't think he does either. That's the humour to his name, and you'll find out more about that later on.

Just to let you know, he's in America, currently, even though he's English, and prefer's the English ways. He's been around a while, and still thinks England is all medival and such, and that America is just way too modernised. XDDD

Likes: Medival times, being alonesolitary, All Hallows Eve... and not much else really. D:

Dislikes: Chocolate, sweets, chubby annoying brats, American Holidays, Halloween, Hell, Cerberus, other demons of his kind, optimists, overly talkative creatures, and any other living/dead entity of whatever level. They all annoy him, basically... D: He's not too sociable, as you can guess.

History/Background/Other:
Sucks to Halloween! I hate this damned holiday, and all those stupid trick-or-treaters fishing for free candy on that one day of the month. They're making us look horrid, that's what. Us monsters, devils, witches and demons of the night. They're making fun of us, that's what! Stinky little brats, snotty-nosed kids, scoffing down handfulls of sweets, chocolate and all sorts. Why? Because some idot decided to turn our night, All Hallows Eve, the day when we're supposed to get our celebration, our time for fun and mischief, into some stupid holiday for little children!

Honestly! I mean... Honestly! Why should they get to celebrate the day we get to wreck everything? I know it doesn't make much difference, but it sure annoys the s*** out of me! And it's not just me... All my friends down here in the Underworld, we've been waiting all year for this day. The day where we're allowed out of our hollow prison in Hell to cause as much havok as we like, to get up to all sorts of nonsense and mayhem! Then we're locked up again for the year, those bloody saints! All Hallows Day... Ooohhh.... I'm so scared. It's just as usual, but I still don't get why these sorry little brats need to ruin our fun, dressing up like us, mocking our ways! It's not like we even like that sugary substance they beg and plead for every year. We don't need to eat, and never have done!

Ooohhh.... don't even get me started on that photo. Yes, that one up there, just at the top of this. Ugh... Some chubby, stumpy little thing with a camera phone and fake devil's horns snapped it of me whilst I was out late on Halloween. Don't know how the hell he could've spotted me. I mean, we're invisible to the rest of the mortal world, yet we appear in photos.

Shrugging this strange occurence off, I continued to make my way through the crowded streets, seeing the screeching children, all dressed up, ready to go fill their bags to the brim with sweets and lollies till their arms ache. Some of 'em aren't even in scary costumes. Counting on my fingers(Okai, so I don't technically HAVE fingers, but our kind can congure up some if we want), I figure throughout the night I saw about 38 fairies, 23 princesses, a couple of bunnies, and one rather overweight child dressed as a French Baguette. Things used to be so different centuries ago, before all this Halloween nonsense spread like swine flu, infecting countries all around the world.

Before, it was All Hallows Eve, the night when us creatures, ghouls and goblins would come out and scare the hell out of the townsfolk. Is it just me, or are people getting stupider and stupider, as well as harder to scare?

I mean, they'd sit there, huddling their childeren through the night, back in medival times, begging for All Hallows Day to finally arrive. I remember snickering down the cobble-stone streets with all my 'pals', floating mid-air and peering through the walls at the scared little childeren as the night went on. Ahhh..... Bliss. Where have the days like that gone? Down the sink, along with the rest of humanity, presumably. They are such thick creatures, mortals, aren't they?
Anyway, enough babbling. I've been sat here long enough explaining the ups and downs of All Hallows Eve, or 'Halloween'. Whisting and a-wondering, walking down the road I ponder over the tasty childeren that pass by. Agreed, I did just say that I don't eat. Well, we don't HAVE to eat. Certainly not sweets anyway... But don't worry. Those plump little things'll be filled with callories by the dozen, a trillion E-numbers, and probably half a ton of pure fat. Kids these days... None of 'em would be any good for my indegestion either. It always happens to me on Halloween...

Grinning, I stared down into the emptiness. It was now around eleven or so, and I only had about an hour left out to do whatever the f*** I like before I'm shut away again for the year. Sighing, now in a rather glum mood I sat on the edge of the pavement, still staring into the emptiness and fog. The night was growing short, and I was wasting my damn time sitting here and staring into space! Get up! I yelled to myself through thought, though my body paid no attention. I still had a migrane from earlier, when two sticky-faced chubs crawled up to me and started singing. The little nitwits...

Somehow I couldn't break that gaze. All I could do was stare... And stare... And stare... And stare. How pequliar, I thought again. As the gentle breeze kissed my fur lightly, I sat once more, motionless apart from the gentle sway and bob of my head in the wind. A broad smile suddenly stretched across my face, as I realised what was lurking before me, into the streets and blackness. It was far too dark for me to see on this plane of sight, but like I could be bothered to change my vision until now. Eventually I heard the squeaky little voice in my ear once more as she stepped from the shadows.

"Hello CandyCorn." She snickered at me. Generally, Sylimna had a habit of bursting into a fit of giggles each time she tried to muster out my name. Yes, CandyCorn. Don't laugh, that's it, okai?! I don't know what Candycorn is either... Some stupid American sweet, presumably. It's not my real name. More of a nickname I picked up after deciding to travel to the US. Lazy bunch of... Mumbling to myself I looked up once more, staring directly into Sylimna's shallow hazel eyes. She stretched herself out, now taking up her favourite form once more, a small, 'innocent' and skinny cat with wide, electric blue band of fur round her neck, and a mouth to match. The vain and deeply irritable feline paused for a second, yawning slightly as she stretched herself out, mid-air.

Poking my tongue out at the familiar witch, I sat down and paused for a second. She snapped her fingers, and a fat severed head came floating along, in her attempt to impress me. I rolled my eyes, rather predictably. She was useless, and a general nuescence.

"Why are you even here?" I asked dully, not a smile in sight on my part. She was boring me, to beyond death, as in fact, I was never alive. A broad grin spread across her face as she showed off her large teeth and fangs, once more, I was surely 'green with envy'. Or perhaps not. Sarcasm is certainly one of my many talents.

"I could ask you the same thing." She began to mince up to me, her fur ristling slightly against the tree we were floating next to. Our kind tend to fly, or float. We don't have to, but walking is for mortals and the extremely boring. Once more, my eyes rolled ackwards into my head, and came up from the other side. Another one of my many... talents. Safe to say, I could do anything if I chose. I'm just that amazing. Modesty, is but another of my many talents, along with that sarcasm coming back again.

"Oh, I truely love your capability to lie." I clapped my metephorical hands, my face still as blank as ever. "Now why are you wasting my time?" I began to snarl. "I've only got a bit left of All Hallows Eve, and you're ruining mine. Now scram before I dice that puny brain of yours." Her face began to twist as her smile faded away into a wrinkled frown and scowl, plastered right across her brow.

"Oh come now, Candy..." She purred, a smile of pure evil stretching across her mouth.

"Don't call me that. They're called bloody sweets. Not this 'candy'. Sweets! And they're disgusting little snacks for brats and twits. Now bugger off!"

"But it suits you..." She smiled, in a false pout, delierately trying to wind me up. Tutting, I realised why she was really here. To enjoy Halloween, of corse, by p***ing the hell out of me.

"No, it doesn't." I blinked quietly at her, my face still as long and straight as it was before. "Now please leave me be! I have things to get on with before the night ends..." I muttered back at her in a dull tone.

"Like what?" She purred curiously, deliberately wasting my times. She began to play with the stray fur about my ghostly face, annoying me even more as a low and deep growl began to emmerge from the back of my throat. If she wasn't careful, I'd... Well, you don't want to know what I'd do. But, since I was a 'gentlemen' I wasn't about to engulf and swallow her escence just yet.

"Is that honestly anything you need to know?" I asked in return, noticing that neither of us actually seem to answer the other's question directly. She smiled once more. Honestly, that creature could probably muster up a smile for every occasion and emotion. I hate people like that. They annoy me terribly, as do... well, everything else, basically.

As the Autumn leaves fluttered down from the trees like buterflies in Spring, I rolled my head back lazily, watching them tumble down from above. Perhaps if this insessant thing would leave me alone I could get some peace for once. Surprisingly enough, I didn't actually fancy going around, up to my usual tricks and mayhem this Halloween. I just wanted some peace... and quiet, away from everything that reminded me of Hades the Underworld, Cerberus, the rest of the Hell Hounds, and all of those other demons that share eternity with me down there.

But of corse, that wasn't going to happen.

Sylimna purred again, rubbing her fur up against mine, and bristling against me. I shoved the girl off, now in an even worse mood, as the silence was broken. I looked down, seeing little kids scramble underneath us in the streets as we floated. It seems as if one of them had dropped their trick-or-treaters bag. And like I gave a damn.

I know so far it seems as if this is going no-where, ranting and babbling on about sweets, and holidays, and saints, and hell, and blah-de-blah-de-blahdeblah... But bear with me. My physcotic madness does have it's methods.

"Look, I'm in a bad mood already. Either you can scarper or

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

MAJOR WIP - I'm pretty sure if I finish the story in time for tonight's code-drop(won't happen, most likely) that it'll be way over the limit, as I'm planning to make this a major thing.

I am also working on a piece of fanart. ^^ A lineart has had to have been used, as I cannot draw. XD I may not get it done by the code-drop, as I have to go to bed soon, but it'll ut up there, nonetheless. ^3^ And if I don't get the character, the new owner will get a piece of fan-art. o3o

Also working on a piece of art for Sylimna's main form. ^_^

~Barty

[Tripp]

What time on Friday do we have to be finished with out forms?

well we have the forms so far, but i would say around 7pm eastern

[vee.]

There are a whole bunch of entries for number seventy-eight o:

I hope my art piece I'm working on gives me more of a chance xD

Good luck to everyone applying for that one ! ♥ It looks like there are some really good stories . It's gona be a close one x3

[Lirrie]

I added an art piece as well but i fear i went over board with my story. -blushes-

[versicolor]

Pet's ID Tag:
Number 78
Name You'd Choose for It:
Saulrieta
She is usually known as Rita or Sal, but she prefers Rita.
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I immediately fell in love with her design as soon as I saw her. Her warm fur colors and little horns are too perfect. She reminds me a lot of a sunset, which is one of the factors that draw me to her design. Her design is stunning and I have the perfect idea for her. She would be a secret agent who is currently chasing down a group of castaway criminals on the run. I've been looking foe more characters for that particular storyline, and I think she would be an amazing character to be in that plot. She gives me a lot of inspiration, and I plan to write about her often. I'd also get art of her when I can and she would of course get a spot on my character thread. And of course she would be very loved <3
History/Background/Other:

.::Personality::.
Rita can be a feisty young canine, and she's quite the spunky lass. She's got a ton of courage and there isn't many things that can frighten her. If she is ever seen scared or hiding, that is an extremely rare sight. She's outgoing and fun-loving, and she's not afraid to express herself. She's used to being somewhat of an outcast, and is completely comfortable with that fact. Rita can be a bit eccentric at times, well actually, she is eccentric most of the time. She can never sit still and has tendencies to fidget and mess with strands of her hair. She also tends to use sarcasm often. Her fun-loving and friendly nature don't always show all the time though, she can have a very nasty bite. As others have unfortunately found out, Rita is quick to lash out and attack when necessary. She's pretty tough and isn't all that sensitive. She can stomach pain pretty well, it's just insults that get to her every once in a while. Rita isn't afraid to kill, and she has had to for her job on a number of occasions; unlike before when she didn't have the will to take a life. She is slightly twisted and cruel like her co-worker and partner in crime; Noche, but she isn't as insane as he is.

.::Her History::.
[Rita's PoV, written as an anthro]

My parent's relationship had always been thought of as a sin. And I was the product of that unholy relationship. How could a Red Wolf and a Hellhound ever find love and care for their mixed mutt of a child without disputes? Believe me there were plenty of fights, some nearly deadly, but they still cared for each other; and me. They wanted the best for their beloved alien child, and decided I should be raised on Earth instead of in Hell. Little did they know that Earth is a lot more unforgiving to different wolves than my father's homeland is. I was never told wrong from right; I had to learn all that on my own. Actually, they didn't teach me much now that I think of it. I was raised to know how to defend myself, and I learned how to fight fairly quickly. And sharp, curved horns are always a plus. I was constantly stared at as my mother took me out places, and we always got looks of disgust. I was constantly asked "What are you?" and I would answer their annoying questions. Was it not obvious I was a wolf just like them? They discriminated against me; those other wolves were not used to something different, and it made them defensive and uncomfortable. It was always the wolves in one group, the hellhounds in this one group, and the foxes in yet another, and I didn't fit any of those. I break their classifications, and I bend the rules. I'm not meant to fit into any one group or act according to their stupid stereotypes. My parents told me to make no regrets and to never look back. Mother had always told me to express myself and never try to be something I'm not. And I know what I am now, finally after several years. I am Saulrieta, and I am a *Hell Wolf.

~~~~~~~

I stood in the dark night; a bloodied knife in my hand. The blood ran up my arm and it stained my warm-colored fur. I stared at the body, wide-eyed and I gasped softly. It was a chilly night, and I shivered as the chills ran up my spine arched spine. Bent over the lifeless female wolf; I shook as the splattered knife dropped from my trembling hand. Noche looked at me and raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised. "What happened to your fearless attitude, Saulrieta? I thought you would be able to stomach this type of dirty work." I glared at him, he was obviously not feeling the surprise and guilt I felt. As I discovered the realization of that I just took a life, a massive wave of pain swept over me. "Call me Rita please. And how do you not feel anything? There's a dead body in front of you, and you don't even feel a bit of emotion?" It was mind boggling to say the least. Noche stared at me with cold, emotionless eyes and replied "I cannot feel for them anymore. It's just a part of the job, deal with it." His voice was icy and uncaring, and it was like he threw all feelings out the window. Those words seared into my brain, and I memorized them. I realized that I could not feel for the criminals I kill, as I would just have to murder more. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. I had just made my first kill, and I am completely and utterly too weak for this. That must change immediately.

A bullet shot sounded as the speeding silver mass whirled past. The targets were onto us, and they were intent on saving their lives. I growled deeply as I pulled out my own gun; I could not fail this mission. Noche had disappeared on me and our marks advanced towards us, well me I should say. The cool night's breeze blew past and rustled the leaves on the chilly autumn ground. We only ever work under the cover of night fall. I could hear a snicker coming from another direction as I aimed my gun blindly in the dark. A deep male's voice chuckled and said "Do you think you can kill us young lady. We are criminal masterminds, I would be the one fearing for you life if I were you right now." My muscled tensed as I felt his warm breath trickled down my neck. And I could feel the cool, steel barrel of his gun pointed against my head. Ha, that was nothing compared to other cases I had to take on before. "You think you can scare me, do you? Well I have some news for you mister, nothing scares me." He snarled whispered into my ear "You should choose your words more wisely miss." Suddenly there was a push against the mysterious wolf with a gun pointed against my head, and I was set free from his iron grip. I could hear two wolves battling out; to the death most likely. Noches voice spoke up, and he sounded annoyed. "I thought you said you had this covered Rita! What happened?" I realized that it was Noche attacking the male, and that there were still others to be killed. I loaded my gun, and waited for one of those good for nothing males to make his move. One jumped up from behind, the obvious route of course. I spun on my heels and pulled the trigger as a shot rang out. The body in front of me fell, and I prepared for the next attack.

* Hell Wolf is the term she uses to name what breed she is. A Red Wolf and Hellhound cross.

[Lirrie]

Meh added art, too XD of Freya, the way she looks when she is still just a puppy.

Yeesh, I probably have no chance cuz of having no backstory

Oh well, we tried XD

Naw dont think that XC whats the link to yours ill crytic it for you X3