Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Desmond]

Livestreaming a few Freak donations, if anyone cares to watch. I might also go do some common ones and give them out live, if there are enough people on at one time.
https://join.me/268-703-460

Just know that I'm also finishing off my candy hunt, so I'll be diving back and forth to find candy. xD

[Wesley]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
F5 [freak kennel number 5]

Name:
Usiku Ortzi

Usiku - African Swahili name meaning "night"
Ortzi - Basque name meaning "sky"
Usiku Ortzi - mixed origins; "night sky"

Breed:
[Celestial/Spirit Walker/Witch Doctor] Giraffe

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Why do I like Usiku?
I really felt a pull towards Usiku ever since the very first time that I saw him. For about two years now, I've been infatuated with everything related to giraffes. They're without a doubt my favorite animal, and I simply cannot stand their cuteness. I've have everything from a life-sized plush baby giraffe in my room to some small glass figures and stuffed animals, as well as giraffe print bags and other accessories. Giraffes are delicate and amazing creatures, and I love them. <3 While with unnatural colors, Usiku is the perfect representation of my love for giraffes. I've had a deep feeling for giraffe characters, and was quite upset that they haven't gotten much more popular than they are now. I've seen Usiku here at the Pound of Hope for too long. B's original art was always great, and it took a lot for me to not go for him. The biggest enemy I had was the lack of muse for his story or personality. Ekio's revamp was really the last step for this little guy. He was even cuter than before, and somehow, this picture gave me a better idea of how to interpret out his story, thoughts, and personality. I love both of the arts, and I'd be honored to have Usiku.

Why do I want Usiku?
I really would like Usiku to be my very first giraffe character. It's very sad that I've never been able to do much with my giraffe obsession. The animal's personality is different from mine, and because of this, I'm unable to have a giraffe fursona. I've never had a giraffe character either, due to lack of ability, inspiration, or good lines. But now, I simply know that I need him. I really have a connection with the species, and I would like to use him as a character to get art of, write about, and display in all of his glory.

What will I do for Usiku?
Usiku will be the star of my show. This little boy will receive his own page on my character website if I receive the honor of owning him. I will, in this form, bring him to life with a unique personality and a story different from all of the others. I myself may attempt to make him some art, though I really do fail, and he'll be treated like royalty when I buy him some lovely art, as soon as I find a fitting artist. If possible, I will search out a mate for him, or perhaps, if not one shoe fits, I'll leave him as a loner. One thing I do know for sure is that I will love him, and I will keep him in my home and give him the adoration that a perfect character just like him deserves. I will show him off to my friends if I am chosen to own him, and he'll be one of my favorite characters in the design category as well as the connection/personality category. And of course, he may just find himself in my siggy, spoiled. <3

Personality:
;;hodari - smart;;
Usiku is very intelligent. As a young lad, he worked very hard at studying his Swahili, and working on simple hiding and fighting skills. He knows how to listen and pay attention, and he usually knows how to easily get out of hardships and troubles. He enjoys learning and studying up, and his brains help him a lot with his ranking and his survival skills.

;;imara - strong;;
Usiku is very strong, physically and mentally. He knows how to put up a good fight, despite his "weak come-across" being a giraffe. He could easily put an elephant to shame, which is why he is usually so brave. He doesn't overuse his power though, and doesn't want to be a bad leader. Mentally, Usiku Ortzi is strong because he always seems to believe in himself and always gives others a chance.

;;namna - kind;;
Usiku is kind in many ways. He is very ncie to the youngest of the children and the mothers of them all, and very courteous to the elders and eager to help out. He's also kind to the apprentices, especially Tatizo, and he teaches each and every one different skills and tells them stories.

;;tofauti - different;;
Usiku is different from all of the other giraffes, okapi, and bongoes of Celusius. He's not different in a bad or strange way, but he's different in the way he shows affection and in his kindness. He's more open and unique to himself than any of the others let on to be.

;;kiongozi - leader;;
Usiku is the kind sort of leader that everyone wants tohave. Even if he is no official over-all leader of the Celusius, he does show his leadership in other small ways. He's leader of the Nyotas, and that's a step forward. He also unofficially leads little groups of friends, and helps out with all apprentices, even non-Nyotas.

;;busara - understanding;;
Lastly, Usiku is understanding. He's very good about taking other people's feelings into consideration before acting on anything or doing anything too hasty or rude. He knows what it is like to be forbidden, he knows what it is like to be young, confused, or in love, and of course, he knows what it is like to be an apprentice.

Likes:
• imagination
• the past
• inheritence
• genetics
• nighttime
• spirits
• african wild
• stars
• comets

Dislikes:
• daytime
• hunters
• lack of freedom
• wilderness
• deserts
• clouds
• rainbows
• lions

History/Background:

Credits;
[ Ideas are a combination of my own, but a lot were from Aysan1. She helped me with the sickness idea, and the bad spirit idea, and the war. However, I inserted and removed ideas, used my own words, made the characters, and wrote the story myself. Thanks, Ay, for the help with getting my muse back! ;D ]

Key;
Usiku Ortzi - Night sky
Tatizo - Trouble; Hardship
Uwingu - Sky
Celusius - The tribe of giraffes, bongoes, and okapi with special gifts and warrior cat-like ancestoral communications
Unfortold - Celusius's name for the herd of prehistoric elephants of the island of Crete off of mainland Greece; these elephants are known for being the smallest to live
Hakimu - Chief; Leader
Vilima ya Mvua - Hills of rain
Nyota - Star
Jua - Sun
Maji - Water
Moto - Fire
Hewa - Air
Mmeaugua - Plant of sickness
Mchanga - Young; Child; Baby
Shujaa - Warrior; Fighter
Hidaya Njozi - Beautiful Dream(er)
Tabibu - Healer; Doctor; Clinic Officer
Mizimu alipokuja nasikia kumimi - Spirits/ancestors come and listen to me!


Usiku raised his head to the sky, feeling the breezes tickling the insides of his ear. He made a soft noise, closed his eyes, and tried to feel the earth around him, dwelling in the moment. He smiled as he heard a whisper, and he looked down. This was no spirit; it was a living being. Tatizo, the okapi, played at his feet. He pondered at the darkness, mimicking Usiku's every move, then became restless and frolicked around, hoping from one foot to the other. The bouncy apprentice smiled up at Usiku, his teacher. Usiku looked out the the mountain, head raised once more. He saw shadows, moving along the edge of the mountain, and looked back down to his apprentice, curious as to whether or not he, too, had caught them. Usuki had not heard of any coming tribes. The ancestors said nothing of a new time, with welcome visitors coming in. Certainly they would have told him if they'd known that the Celusius should be expecting visitors. He squinted his eyes, only making it harder in the dark, not helping with depicting details of the shadows. They seemed too stubby to be a tribe similar to the Celusius, a group of okapi, giraffes, and bongos with many various talents. They were shorter than the giraffes, but the stretched shadows appeared longer than that of Uwingu, the Celusius's main bongo, an elder. The size of the shadows seemed to match best to Tatizo's size, but the bulk of the shadows was much too abundant to be anything relevantly close to an okapi. What were these beasts that were coming that even the ancestors knew not a warning of? Usiku Ortzi cast a worried glance at the sky as if to say "what should I do?" but for one of the first times ever, this spirit walker did not receive his answer.

~~~

Usiku stormed into the village, stealing into the night. "They are coming! The Unfortold is coming!" he shouted, his panicked apprentice in a frustrated heap falling much behind. "They are coming," he repeated over and over again as if to emphasize his frantic statement. "The Unfortold?" an elder of the Celusius, a okapi, asked. "What on earth are you talking about? Should we be concerned?" she asked. Another okapi stepped forward, shielding a young male okapi behind her back. "What about our children? Will they be safe?" she asked in a tone filled with evident worry. "Silence!" exclaimed Hakimu, an aged but agile wise old giraffe; the leader of the Celusius. "We will flee for Vilima ya Mvua, and we will reside there until we can be sure that our homeland and customs are safe. Do not panic. Out with the children, elders, and queens first. The rest, warm and protect. We must defend ourselves as a full tribe," he said, his voice irritatingly calm, but commanding. Usiku dipped his head. "As you wish," he said, before giving his commands to the older, stronger Nyota apprentices. He told them, including his own apprentice, to surround the mchunga and their mothers, and to get them to safety. Jua apprentices were asked to help the star apprentices with the youngsters, while the Maji apprentices were asked to help with the queens. The Moto and Hewa apprentices took care of the elders, and all of the adults and leaders stood on the outside of the apprentices. They had created a perfect formation, more organized than their species were used to. They kept a steady pace, Hakimu at the front, careful to get away quickly to an alternate location, healthy to their migration, but also slow enough to allow the pregnant females, the young calves, and the stubby-legged bongoes to keep up. A few cut their pads and hooves on the stones of the ridges that lead to the Vilima ya Mvua, but most made it through the journey completely unharmed. When they got to their new camp, there was not as much bustle as expected. They huddled around the middle of the camp, conserving their own body heat, and went in groups to get drinks. When they'd finished, all circled around Usiku and his apprentice, and the two of them made stories of the shadows they'd seen. "What did they look like?" a Moto apprentice, Ovacca asked. "They were blue, with green hair and yellow horns, stained red at the ends with blood. Their eyes were hideous, a deep shade of fiery red-orange, and..." Tatizo had begun to reply, but Usiku cut him off. "They were not seen," he said, "but their shadows were as grey as the rest of our's," he replied, giving Tatizo a correcting look. He seemed to not want to stir any more trouble up, and though later than normal, after the apprentices had told stories and the Shujaas had prepared shelters for the young and the crippled, the camp finally settled down. Usiku breathed a sigh of relief and murmured something inaudible to the sky before falling asleep. So it hadn't been so bad after all.

~~~

Usiku woke up with a start. He'd had a bad dream, despite the fact that his tribe had gotten to the hills safely. He dreamt of the fictional characters that Tatizo had talked about, though they were silly apprentice tales, and he had dreamt that they had taken Hidaya Njozi. Hidaya had been Usiku's life-long dream. He had been a young apprentice with her, and they always made their goo-goo eyes at each other and spent long nights together. They were friends, but Usiku longed to be much more than that. She was the most beautiful giraffe that he knew of. Their love ended tragically when she became a Hewa apprentice, and he became a Nyota apprentice. Their destinies had been chosen for them by their talents. Hidaya had discovered her talent when she controlled the way that the wind blew, and Usiku when he'd first heard an uttered word from the ancestors, trying to communicate with him. Now he was destined to be a Nyota, and because of this, he could not mate. He needed to remain pure for the spirits to be able to communicate with him. In his dream, the Unfortold took Hidaya, and they greedily murdered her and ate her up. Usiku shook his head, eyes heavy, trying once more to see in the dark. It was all ridiculous. The Unfortold could not have been lions! They didn't match the shape or size. He shook himself, unable to fall back asleep, and went for a walk. It was a place that he always went to, and a place that he could not keep himself away from. It was well protected, and though after the journey they'd made, it was a tad far away, he still found it neccessary to go. He stepped tenderly over some apprentices lying out in the open, and passed the beaten down oak tree. He entered a small well-protected area after some hour of walking slowly in the dark, trying his best to be on alert and to avoid rocks and other tripping hazards. The area was much like a corral that a horse in the country would have. The borders were actually large, grey boulders that towered over even Usiku's head. There were tall grasses, and there was a nice tree that homed the tastiest leaves and a few bugs that dare eat from the same tree as Usiku. He walked in, his body brushing against a small, unnoticeable green plant along the side of the path. He walked in and stood, his head between two cracks in a rock. He peered out, and surprisingly enough, found himself looking out into the open plains near the water bank, the place that the Unfortold had made themselves comfortable. It took much out of him not to make an alarming noise, but he held his tongue, trying to remind himself that they hadn't yet been given their chance to prove themselves harmful or helpful. He turned around, leaving them be, and walked back to the camp. This time he wasn't as careful to take his time. He needed to be back a few hours before high-sun.

~~~

When Usiku was awoken for the second time that day, it was more pleasant than the first, but only on certain terms. He wasn't sure if he'd rather dream of his beautiful dreamer dying or have an apprentice, nearly land on top of him, but either way, he woke up at around midday, when Tatizo toppled onto him. Immediately, Tatizo scurried away as if he was a scared dog, whimpering softly. Usiku smiled cautiously. Was the scatter-brained apprentice really that frightened of him? He never thought himself to be too unfair or unreasonable, and he had hoped that his own beloved apprentice admired him. Usiku couldn't hide his horrified expression, though, begin his large, false grin. "What's the matter?" he asked, skiddish in all matters. Tatizo looked him up and down, catiously, as if he didn't know if it was okay to talk to him or not. Tatizo shook his head, turned, and ran off with his friends on his hooves. Usiku stretched his neck up, but hit a buump in it. He had a very sore throat that he'd only just noticed, and he coughed an amount so terrible that it sounded as if he may cough his head off. He seemed very drowsy, more drowsy than just from a midnight excursion, and his left side itched something terribly. As a result, he began slowly prancing around, trying to shake off the itch, and certainly looking fidgety. Few beings dared look his direction. Clearly, something was wrong. If Usiku leaned just the correct way to the left, and cocked his head and opened his ears wide, he could pick up the conversation that Hakimu, and Tabibu, the healer of the herd, were deep into. Hakimu looked with concern into Tabibu's eyes. "What do you think is the matter with him? His spots are all broken out and blotchy, and he's exhibiting such strange behavior!" he exclaimed as if Usiku Ortzi could not hear him from his short distance. Tabibu returned the look of concern. "I've never seen a thing like this in all my years of practice. I can only come to one conclusion. He's was put under a curse." Whispers, shouts, and hollers rang out through the makeshift camp like little jingle bells. "I bet it was the Unfortold Pack, those blasted creatures!" shouted one. "Perhaps he got too close, and their Spell Ringer put something on him!" hollered another. A gentle whisper broke out over everything as silence filled the rest of the air. "What if they used their fire-red eyes to hypnotize him?" Usiku looked at everyone with a panicked expression, feeling sick to his stomach. His only feeling of sickness was not simply the physical condition he was in. He felt dizzy and sick from everyone else's whispers and assumptions. This time, the Unfortold really had proven themselves bad to the bone. As he turned to run, everyone talked again, not noticing his leaving. "A bad spirit," began a dark Nyota leader, "has come upon him. They are watching over him; do not risk yourself." And with that, all noises halted. Usiku made his way to the spot of the night before.

~~~

Usiku made his way once more to his special spot. He stepped tenderly over logs, so as not to crush them, and was careful to walk silently. Had he really been put under a curse? Was a bad spirit really watching him? It couldn't be true. The ancestors were his only hope, and so he decided that when he got to his private place, he needed to talk to them. When he walked through the entrance, the same plant from the night before stood threateningly in his path. As before, Usiku gave none of his attention to it, and it was taken for granted. He walked into the little alcove, and stepped over to the cracks in the rocks. Still there. The Unfortold Tribe was still grazing in the grasses and playing in the waters. What could they possibly be here for? It was a very big risk for Usiku to go near them once more, but he watched them carefully. Annoyed, and cursed, he turned away, closed his eyes, and titled his neck to the sky. "Mizimu alipokuja nasikia kumimi!" he whispered, quieter than normal, so as not to disturb the Unfortolds that were so near to him. "Speak," he heard a voice, the voice of Meden, the former leader. He explained to him about the Unfortolds coming, and Meden listened to him, his face bearing a grave expression. "Tell me, Meden," said Usiku speaking as if they were close friends. "Tell me if they have cast a bad spirit upon me." Meden looked down on Usiku as if he would begin laughing at him. "Of course not, young leader. It is only that plant. The one that they call 'Mmeaugua'. It is the plant of all illness," he said softly. "Really?" asked Usiku Ortzi, mightily surprised. He looked around looked in the direction of which Meden had motioned to. "You mean to tell me that all of my troubles came from a small, leafy green plant?" he asked. His usually calm and trustful voice was edged a bit with annoyance. "Young leader," said Meden as he always addressed him. "Troubles will take over in your life. You must believe," he said. And then, just like night and day both faded away, his voice and face faded into the clouds, until all that Usiku could see was the blue sky with the creamy, puffy white clouds waving and blowing about in them. He smiled, only for a split second. Meden had left him. Again. He turned back to the crack. If they hadn't cursed him, maybe they really were okay.

~~~

It took three days until Usiku Ortzi was up to his full self again. He smiled and stretched, the irritation gone from his throat, the cough gone from his mouth, and the itch gone from his side. He had made a decision long ago. He'd stayed at his comfort place, watching the Unfortold for three days. They had wrinkly, grey skin, and they loved to play around in the water, bathing all day long. They seemed to live as normal a lifestyle as the Celusius did, and so, he'd decided that as soon as he was better, he was going to go and consult them. Usiku walked out of his alcove, looking like his normal self. This time, he took extra care to side-step the plant. He was going to talk to the leader of the Unfortold before he went back to his herd. He walked out into the open of the area near their old home, and shouted, "Greetings!" His kind welcome was met in return with hard stares and terrified trembling. And so, in this sense, Usiku could see that it turned out that these creatures were as scared of the Celusius as they themselves were scared of them. "Take no worry!" he shouted. "I've come to make peace." And few stepped towards him, sniffing and talking at once, but others stayed back, looking hostile. "I am alone. I am Usiku Ortzi from the Celusius Herd, and I've come to talk to your leader," he said, defiently. The herd parted like a great sea when a voice stood out over the open silence. "In that case, I am Origu. I am the leader." Usiku looked pleasantly up at him. He exclaimed where he'd come from and why, and he explained that his herd was as scared as they were. The two shared a few laughs, and once Usiku had made complete friendship with their Tribe, he decided it was time to go back home and get his own herd. When he first told Hakimu, though, the wise old giraffe was rather hesitant. "How can we trust them? Tatizo was terrorized by them. What if it's a trick and we never come back?" he flooded Usiku with doubtful questions, but Usiku returned them all with reasonable answers. Many asked questions about his curse. "But how can they be friends if they cursed you?" and "How did you get rid of the bad spirit?" were some of the questions that eagerly met him as soon as he entered the resting place and mouths spread news. It isn't very likely that any soul knows how, but eventually, Usiku convinced him, and they met.

And so, the Celusius Herd and the Unfortold Tribe lived in peace and harmony, neighborhood and service, happiness and tranquillity for twenty years. Then, came war.

Art:
Currently none. No talents in art for me, but I'll definitely order some if he gets to go home with me. <3 8D

Other:
Thank you!

[Wolf&Dog Lover]

I am looking to adopt, love, care for, shower with art and stories and give a loving home to...
Picture:
Kennel number: F15
Name: Flitter
Nickname: Flitt
Breed: Humming Bird Dragon Hybrid
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first saw this girl in the Freak kennels, I just adored the concept of a Hummingbird-dragon hybrid, I mean with all of these group species which seem to have exploded in popularity over the past year, it’s extremely refreshing to see any creature that’s one of a kind especially one as quirky as little Flitt here, who looks as though she could be misjudged as a cute harmless little bird when really she is a feisty little bullet of a creature. But at the time I just convinced myself that I wouldn’t have the time or inspiration to even apply for her never mind look after her if I won so I stupidly began to forget about her. That is until 3B was livestreaming revamps, I was interested so I decided to poke my head in and watch the process. When I clicked the link what did I find? None other than Flitt being revamped by her creator. Just watching 3B draw her and remodel her made me completely and utterly fall in love with her, the deep royal purple feathers with golden accents and a little Mohawk and horns, her turquoise feather tips on her wings and tail feathers, she was just stunning.
I plan to give her a loving home in my character thread and attempt to order art of her when I can and do all the art I can myself for her. I also want to write stories about her past which I'm really enjoying the concept of and further developing her personality and likes, dislikes, fears and favoured activies to make her a really three dimensional character that others can really enjoy reading about.

Personality:
Not that smartest creature you'll ever meet, this has never deterred Flitt, she prefers to make most of her decisions and reactions are rooted in her deep gutteral instinct. Having always had to consider her life to be a living nightmare she needed to get out of she has always had to act on the first idea that popped into her head, always considering her options for those split second gleams of hope that could've resulted in her freedom, Flitt become so used to this way of living she never lost the habit. Though she's a being that hasn't had much experiance with a normal life Flitt has a very complex way of thinking, always skimming over the easy option and coming up with a harder way around her problems that causes her more aggravation than needs be. Flitt can be very compassionate towards animals smaller than herself when they are injured, not like a proper hunter who would take advantage of the wounded prey she tries to help the creature, whether that means attempting to nurse it back to health or putting it out of its misery swiftly and then giving it a makeshift resting place, like she saw the scientists do with all of the 'failed' specimens. Due to her sketchy past, Flitt has always been slow to trust others and will go no where near humans, her faith in them having been obliterated mere days after she was created, but the cruel treatment she suffered at the hands of the scientists scarred her mentally and twisted her mind to see danger in every dark corner and make every normal situation seem sinister and dark.

Likes:
Rain
After some of the more rigorous testing sessions in the laboratory that often left Flitt over-heated, worn and battered a sprinkler was turned on in the room where her cage was kept. The cooling touch of every single drop of water was a moment of bliss for the hybrid that lasted a split second. That artificially expelled form of relief lead to Flitt loving the real thing now in her days of freedom and when the rain starts to pour she shoots out into it and performs an aerial ballet, revelling in every drop that splashes against her feathers.

Orchids
The flowers of her new found and much loved home, the rainforest. Flitt adores the varying range of colours in these pretty blossoms, from the bright purples to the pure whites she finds them a welcome burst of colour in the emerald green of the forest vegetation. Though she is omnivorous one of Flitt's favourite foods is the sweet and succulent nectar of the orchid flowers, a taste she prefers above meat but unfortunatley cannot live on as it's rich nutrients cannot support all of the organs in her body.

Flying
Soaring and sweeping through the wide open sky is by far Flitt's favourite pastime, the feel of the alternately warm and cool breezes are merely a perk of the activity. After her years of captivity her favourite part of this particular form of movement is the freedom and joy involved in every dive and take-off.

Sunshine
Though she doesn't love this as much as she does the rain, she does particularly enjoy the warmth that as soon as it touches her back seems to spread throughout her body and settle as a glowing core deep inside her. Something else that fascinates her about sunlight is the effect it has in some of the deeper parts of the forest where it breaks through the thick canopy in single isolated beams and creates a magical effect to everything it touches.

Rocks & Stones
Another odd hobby that Flitt enjoys is that off collecting rocks and stones that stand out from the rest. Be it a particular colour or an odd shape, she isn't slow to drop down upon it and determinedly lift it and carry it back to a hole in a tree trunk she calls home. Her home is quirkly decorated with these objects of interest, embedded in the softened inner walls of the tree trunk and scattered around the central dip where she sleeps.

Dislikes:

Labs
Having been created in and raised in one, Flitt despises any form of laboratory in existence. All of her worst experiences and memories happened in those clinical white structures. Her hatred is mostly rooted in her fear; she ever strives to stay away from those places where she would be subject to testing and abuse. Though for something she hates the idea of going back is always lurking in the darkest sections of her affected mind never far from racing through her every day thoughts and paralyzing her with terror.

Syringes
Poked and prodded with extensive needles for as long as she can remember the slightest gleam of metal will send Flitt whizzing in the opposite direction. The only thing she associates with the weapons of the scientists were the varying levels of pain involved when they extracted her shimmering silver blood from her body and when they injected various fluorescent coloured liquids into her.

Small Spaces
Trapped in a cage in which she couldn’t spread her wings resulted in Flitt developing claustrophobia. She avoids any form of small area at all costs fearing it to be the latest trap created by her tormentors. Though you’d think small spaces would be a sanctuary for this hybrid as she was only returned to her cage when the tests were finished this small fact was overridden by the fact that Flitt remembers distinctly the times she was tossed back into the cage, bleeding and in pain, her own little prison from which the only escape resulted in more painful tests.

Humans
A bit of a no-brainer due to the fact the only contact Flitt has ever had with the human race is the scientists who made her life a living nightmare. So her dislike to humans is understandable. Those humans were constantly bombarding her with their twisted tests and in her eyes they were the source of all forms of pain that she encountered. She prefers to live in remote and wild places where the threat of humankind’s interference is minimal.

Fire
A few months into her life the scientists discovered that partially due to the lizard DNA within her the only substance that could damage her colourful plumage was fire. So from that fateful day until the day of her escape Flitt was exposed to fire nearly every day and was often coated in different acids and liquid compounds to see what would make her feathers impervious to everything so that they could take samples and reproduce the material as something they could sell for its unique qualities.

History/Background:
Flitt was the product of a DNA splicing experiment gone wrong. The lab where she was created is residency for a group of scientists who would claim themselves to be the leading geniuses in their field. However they're really a selection of crazed men and women who were banned from laboratories and facilities all across the land and were notorious for their despicable practices of animal cruelty during and because of their failed and even some of their sucessful experiments.
Flitt herself was created when they attempted to combine the genes of a hummingbird with those of a rare lizard's to create a living, breathing dragon. Yet instead of the experiment falling through and the two base genes merging to create a new creature, the different sets of DNA weren't compatible with each other, so therefore would not mesh but managed to exist side by side in the one being to create a hybird.
Though she wasn't what they had intended to create the self-branded geniuses decided to keep her alive for a while when they discovered that her feathers weren't able to be damaged by anything except raw fire. They believed they could enhance the chemical components of her feathers and create a super material that would be nearly indestructable.
So over Flitt's years of captivity they ran numerous extensive tests, each new one a complete new level of pain for the poor hybrid that had been born into a life destined for this terrible existence. The tests involved corrosive acids, blood samples being taken and various chemicals being injected into her veins. And then possibly the worst part of all, at the end of every set of tests her plumage was set alight to see if that days testing had had any effects.
They never did. Flitt was left with blackened ragged feathers, beneath which lay raw, broken skin that hurt with ever movement.
Then one evening, the fire got out of hand and Flitt's cage melted away around her, but a nearby open window gave her a clear root to her long awaited freedom.
Art:
A quick and very very rough piece.
Other:
As you can see this is a major wip. I hope I'll get it finished for tomorrow D:

[je ; t a i m e]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
P53
Name:
Danza
[ Galacian, "dancing." ]
Breed:
Genetically Altered Amur Leaopard
[ 12% avian, 88% leaopard ]

Panthera pardus orientalis:
The Amur Leopard comes from eastern Russia and they are one of the rarest of the big cats on the planet. Their coat is distinct from the other members of this genus with a particularly pale background and large, dark rosettes.

There is an estimated 35-45 left in the wild, this magnificent cat is dangerously close to extinction.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Why I Like Danza: Oh, goodness! I absolutely adore her in every way possible! I've always been a sucker for large, innocent-looking eyes. Of course, Danza has them. That was what, at first, drew me in. I pretty much couldn't resist her from the get-go. And then I caught sight of the wings and I died. I've been searching all over for more unique characters, and Danza pretty much fits the bill. She's a feline- which I desperately need-, she has wings- which I desperately love-, and she is just beautiful, all and all. I have fallen head over heels! I like how I can't seem to point out a distinct color to her eyes. That will become a handy tool in her story, I can already tell. She is just so, so amazing, and I can't help but hope and hope that I can call Danza mine.
What I Will Do for Danza: Well, to be honest, I'll first hug her until we both can't breath. (Cx) I'll take her to my character thread and make her a nice, cozy space and such. I might even find her a mate, if I can find someone who absolutely wows me and I can't ignore. I may even let her have cubs, and I'll make sure to show them off around here if I do! I will have tons of art made of Danza. I personally plan to, eventually, get some art from both Spotty and TheWolfsgirl90, and she may be the perfect one to get it of. I see a lot of potential in Danza. She looks like a lot of fun to write about and roleplay, and I absolutely adore her. Just looking at her makes me feel all warm and fuzy and yet have the chills. I've never felt so much for a character in my time on ChickenSmoothie, which will soon be two years.
Personality:
Daring
Admirable
Negative
Zealous
Adamant
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History/Background:
{ * Please Note: I only address specific moments in Danza's life that were particularly important and recquire recognition. * }
She didn't want to go. She couldn't leave. Her momma couldn't let her be taken away.
"Danza! My baby!"
A fit and beautiful femme Amur leopard burst from the trees, a roar ripping through her bared teeth as she chased after her daughter and her captors. She moved quickly, her paws thudding quietly on the leaf-littered forest floor, her tail lashing wildly along behind her.
"Momma... Momma, don't let these humans take me away..." Danza sobbed, half-concious from the tranquilizer that was buried deep into the sinewy skin of her shoulder. She blinked her amber eyes, tears trickled down her snout and her cheeks, flattening the fur like a river. Her mother let out a mew of raw anguish as she watched her daughter, trying desperately to catch up. She heard the furious roar of her mate and felt the vibrations of his paws on the ground, and new help swelled in her chest. New energy pouring into her muscles, Danza's mother- Lúa, Galacian for moon- sped up, her mate Sol, another Galacian name, meaning sun, close behind.
"Danza! Daddys' coming- We'll save you, Danza!" But their encouraging words had no prevail. The men in the truck had more tranquilizer darts. As they pressured the jeep to move even faster, one man that sat in the back turned around. With suprising accuracy, he shot both of Danza's parents. They lay, side by side, nose to nose, on the ground, watching their daughter stolen away.
"I won't... Let them take... My daughter." Sol murmured, struggling to stay awake. "We'll find her... Sol... We will... I promise." Lúa answered. She gazed into her mate's eyes and then allowed to the posion of the tranque to envelope her in sleep.
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Journal Entry Fifty-Six: The Amur Cub Experiment
We finally did it. We created the injection syrum, and we gave her the vaccine. The Amur cub had a rather frightening reaction. She- I absolutely refuse to call the poor thing 'it', for she is a living creature, just as I am- fell to the ground a mere ten seconds after the injection, I presume once the syrum had gotten far enough into her blood stream. She began to tremble violently, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her nose began to bleed. This worried I and Johnathon, so we quickly began to do all that we could to staunch the blood flow. It continued, though the flow got weaker and weaker until it was a small trickle.
Her spine made a sickening noise and I realized that the wing-growth process had begun. A cold feeling of dread set heavily into my stomach. The wings were not meant to set in the spine. It was supposed to begin in the shoulders.
"Stop!" I screamed, throwing myself at the machine which pumped in the liquid that kept the process going. I slammed on the stop button, nearly breaking it in the process.
Johnathon rushed to her and felt her spine. I saw tears form in his eyes. He looked up at me solemnly, his hand falling from her back where he had been feeling her spine and her pulse. "It snapped," He said softly. "Her spine could not hold the tension as the wings tried to begin their growth." I could not help but let out a sob.
We both sat there, dumb-struck and depressed. Johnathon wrapped his arm over my shoulder comfortingly, though it did nothing. But then, miraculously, she stirred. At first, it was a small twitch of her ear, and then a shift of her paw. Her tail then lashed, and her eyes blinked open. We both began to whoop, tears of joy now breaking from our eyes.
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Work in progress! I WILL finish this form this round, and if I don't, B can slap me!

[~Nacho~]

I am looking to adopt...
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Kennel number: P31
Name: Rosso (Red in Italian)
Breed:Devil Dog
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

I happened to come across this pound by chance, and I was scrolling down through the donations when I saw Rosso. He stuck out to me, because of the little glow stick hung around his neck, and because of his amazing blood red coat and dark grey stripes like Wicca smoke rings.
Despite his cute dog look, I felt that there was something dangerous and forbidding about him, something otherworldly. I had to write his story! If I got him, I would collect so much art of him! I like to draw as well, so I would spend my weekends happily sketching! I want to expand his story and include more characters in it, and he wouldn't be alone as I'm going to add to my character family greatly. He wouldn't be left to gather dust anywhere like other character crazy users do. I would love the chance to keep him!

Personality:

Loyal

Passionate about his friend, Rosso is fiercely loyal and protective. Despite his size, he is unwaveringly brave and courageous in the face of anything that threatens his master. Never being taught to walk to heel, he nevertheless keeps to his master's feet at all times and follows with a little spring in his step. Even when he is banished to the cellar and to his cage with the hellhounds, or beaten, he still feels unstoppable love and loyalty to his owner. He will obey everything his master tells him and will never question his opinion, however sadistic or evil this may be.

Mysterious

Rosso is quiet and speaks to no-one but his master, and rarely ventures above ground. With his eerie, witchlike green eyes and fur the colour of fresh blood, he inspires fear in everyday citizens who will not meet his eyes. His master, Hades, though he is lord of the dead, does not know where Rosso came from, and how he cam ji e to be in the Underworld. This is one subject which Rosso does not speak of, even to his beloved master. No-one knows of his history, and he is as shady and silent as his lord.

Innocent

Though he works and serves the Lord of the Dead, Rosso rarely has any part in the end of the souls and Tartarus, their Hell. His post is to appear where souls have died and to guide them, with the help of his gently glowing red lamp, to the ferryman Charon. However, he has seen very little of the horrors of Tartarus and lives in the darkly luxurious, safe palace that Hades calls his home. He has only experienced the luxury of the Fields Of Elysium, the special haven for souls who had lived a good life. His innocence of the real Underworld may go against him.

Brave

Rosso is a gutsy little dog, with nerves of steel and a heart of a lion. If a soul goes out of line or challenges his authority on the way to Charon, he will quickly step up to the challenge and herd them back into the wailing line of the dead. Even Hades's personal guard of hellhounds know better than to cross their master's pet. Rosso stands up to anybody who defys him, and is known to bark at the mighty 3 headed guardian Cerberus on occasions.

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Being in Charge

Rosso is a bossy creature, and revels in being the overseer of all operations. He is strict and obeys rules, and makes sure everyone else does too. He enjoys herding things like a sheepdog and making sure everyone stays in line and in their rightful place. He doesn't like change.

Being Loved

He adores Hades, and when his master has time to spare, he always lets Rosso sit on his cloaked lap in front of the fire. Rosso hates being disliked by anyone, and though he is a bossyboots, never wants to be hated. He tries to be friendly to everyone often, and delights in any affection from Persephone or his master.

Fields of Elysium

Being able to go there often, Rosso is enchanted by the heavenly isles so close to Hades's fiery Underworld. He listens to the heroes' stories with enchamted eyes, but to Hades's annoyance. He spends a lot of free time just standing outside the golden gates, staring in at the happiness and beautiful scenery, but not pure enough to enter alone.

Dislikes:

Above Ground

Living below the surface, Rosso isn't accustomed to sunlight and hates the warm feeling on his face. He also dislikes being ignored and snubbed by the humans who distrust anyone from Hades's realm, yet desperately wants to be liked by them. This is reinforced by his master's general distaste for the human population.

Persephone

Rosso absolutely hates Persephone. He had his master all to himself before she came along, and to see Hades so in love horrifies him. His master spends more time with her now then he does with his faithful pet, and Rosso feels neglected and negative towards Persephone. He hates the way she is always sunny and happy, and that his master lights up around her the way he never had with Rosso. Jealousy is a powerful emotion.

History/Background:

She was here.

I felt a small but growing feeling of resentment flowing through my veins, instead of blood, warm and full of liquid rage. Eight months? That was all I got with master, before she arrived once more to steal his heart away and leave me to glower in the shadows?
She came always quiet, but loosened up. Often, I would see them both in the cosy lounge with the roaring hellfire, her sitting primly on his lap, taking my place. And his smile! He never smiled to me, even when I would have kneeled before Zeus himself to see my master's face crease into thousands of little dimples for me.
It was late, I mused as I watched her enter through the huge black door, watched as Hades took her meagre bags and kissed her, so tenderly, on the cheek. I felt bile rise to my mouth, and my little green lantern glowed in response to my hurt. She gracefully knelt to my eye level, and I restrained myself from scrawling her pretty face.
'How fares you, Lord Rosso?'
Her voice was so soft and deceiving. I saw Hades smile affectionately at her and pleaded with my eyes to get this vile woman out of our home. But, of course, he would rather throw me out than her. She straightened, and then they both went off to their rooms without a backward glance at me.
I slunk around the palace like a lost soul, and even the hellhounds knew better than to cross me then. One fierce look silenced everyone that started to speak to me. The aged spirit, Demetri, stirred our night's food with a sombre expression.
'Ah, Rosso's time has come again.'
His words were echoed by everyone in the palace and I retreated under a veil of sorrow and neglect. But it was that night when it all happened.

I was around the corner that led to the living room, spying on Hades and her, grinding my teeth in jealousy. I watched as he roared, his pale face glowing and his cheeks pink with the exertion of the laughter and her demure little smile, her occasional witty comment that set him off in fits. She wore a long, white dress, a sign of purity here and above. All lies.
I realised I had to get the scraps from Demetri before I starved. Slinking pitifully in the direction of the kitchen, the fire in me rose to the very tips of my ears. I crept past her bedroom, and when I reached the corner of the corridor, I heard her enter. What I heard next stopped me in my tracks.
Crying. Persephone was crying?
How dare she? After all she put me through, after she stole my master's love, she dares cry? If I was her,I would never wish for anything else. I would be ecstatic with joy.

Well, curiosity overcame me then, and I decided that dinner could wait. I was ready to give her a piece of my mind, and my claws. Scampering on the lightest feet in the Underworld, I peered around the heavy oaken doorframe.
Persephone was lying backwards on the bed, like a common peasant in a rich man's home. Her face was streaked with tears, and her face was pale and ghostlike. Her liquid brown eyes that had so entranced my master were ringed with dark circles like my coat, red and puffy from crying. I stopped, my claws poised in the air. Something wasn't right about this... but what was it? How could she ever feel unhappy here?
Too late. I was rumbled.

'Rosso.' Her voice is shaky, but grateful. Grateful? How can she still pretend to like me? She is a spiteful witch. My claws twitch but I can't give her a reason to call my master, however. I stay silent.
'Why are you here?' She sits upright, and rubs her temples slowly with her fingertips. Her hair is matted and knotty, but spots of red have returned to her cheeks and her eyes are less unnaturally bright. I again, don't answer. What is there to say, except for 'I am here to scratch your eyes out, you man stealing whore!' I didn't, though. She seemed to take that like I couldn't speak, and carried on, falling back on the bed in defeat, making a soft puff.
'Rosso, do you have a family?' Once again, no answer. I wasn't giving her the satisfaction. But yes, I had my master until you stole him away!

'I have a family, up above ground.' Her voice was gentle and was filled with a longing I couldn't understand.
'I was playing in the meadows once, a year ago. I was making daisy chains with the nymphs. My mother was harvesting, just a small bit away, across the fields. She didn't think anything could happen to me.'
I quirked a silent eyebrow. What? 'What happened?' I blurted out, then cursed myself. You hate her, stupid, I corrected myself. She chuckled quietly, having caught me out, but carried on, her voice like a sweet melodic tune, echoing in the almost empty chamber.

'Something did happen, yes, Rosso. Having left me alone, my mother didn't see the huge black chariot of Hades rise from the earth. She didn't hear my screams as he plucked me from the flowers like a rag doll and swing me into the carriage, breaking my ribs. She didn't hear the nymphs scream and scatter, their task in protecting me forgotten.' She paused, gauging my reaction.
I was confused. 'Why do you say these things of my master?' I said, my voice quivering. 'Why? He is the greatest man under the earth, everywhere! You chose to go with him! You lie!' She stopped, then patted my back. Hades never did that to me, even when she wasn't there. 'I'm not asking you to believe me, Rosso. Just hear my story.'
Fine. I didn't have anything else to do, anyway.

'So, we went down to this palace, and he proclaimed me as his bride.' I remembered that. I remembered the glowering jealousy, the silent curses, the tears sinking into my fur. But now, when I thought back again, I remembered her tired face, her resigned expression, and the way she shrank from his kiss. Maybe this story wasn't so black and white after all.
'So, I was forced to stay here. My mother, she tried all the time to free me. She even went to the mighty Lord Zeus,' I gasped, 'to try and get me out of Hell. She almost did, but then I did the worst thing I could have done right then. I ate the pomegranate.'
Her face was creased into lines of sorrow. I remembered that, too - her refusing to eat, but then Hades forcing the seeds back her throat with an expression I thought was desire. But it wasn't. It was self-satisfaction. A job well done.
'I was trapped - I would have to escape to free myself. But I can't do it, Rosso. My mother sacrifices a season a year so I can go back home, but I am only an appraition. I want to be back there for good, for real. I don't want to cause any more pain. But there is no hope, because there is no way out of the Underworld that is not guarded by Hades.' She slumped and sighed deeply. 'Thank you for just listening, Rosso. It means a lot.'

I had made up my mind, at last. And maybe there was hope for her, and for me.
'Queen Persephone.' She looked at me, confused. I beckoned to the door with a paw, and she understood, but in her eyes there was wariness. 'I know you adore Hades, Rosso, so I don't know what you're going to try. Lead me off into a bottomless chasm? Throw me into boiling lava?' She let off a harsh laugh to disguise her fear.
'No, my lady.' For once, my lips didn't burn from the title. I felt she deserved it. And I felt the truth.
'I am here to show you out.'

The journey was long. The hellhounds let us out without a bark. I think they could see already in my eyes how much trouble I would be in once I got back, and their eyes burned with a sort of fiery admiration. I nodded to them in respect, as did Persephone, her white dress hidden by a long, dark cloak that covered her face.
The rocks that bordered the way were tough and on either side lay the Fields of Punishment. Persephone kept by me, her feet dancing nimbly over the lava and the loose red stones. Still, her face was full of hope and excitement. My green lantern lit the way easily, the stony path illuminated with the natural glow of the grass, turning Hell into a mirror of what Persephone would see in the future; endless, flowering meadows. There was still no sign of Hades- with luck, he would be still sleeping off the wine and would only come to his senses once his lost bride had left via the ''back door''; the one that only I knew.
The crack came into view quickly, and Persephone gasped at the sliver of light escaping the gap. I had to quietly restrain her from rushing forward, and she fell into step beside me. She stopped at the exit of Hell, her eyes full of gratitude and barely contained anticipation.

'Rosso, I will be ever grateful to you for what you have done. You are the noblest of creatures, and do not deserve to be down here in this horror of a place. Would you... would you come with me? Zeus would honour you with a thousand million blessings.' She saw the look in my eyes instantly. 'It's all right. I almost knew what you would think. Hades is yours now, and yours forever, for I will never return.' She looked me die straight in the eye. 'But, if you ever decide to break free like I did...' She smiled warmly and stroked my head, 'then all the good fortune will become you in the upper world.' I felt the softest breeze and smelt the faintest scent of flowers, and that was when I realised she was no mortal. 'Persephone,' I whispered, as her silhouette blazed in the sunlight flowing through the door, 'Goddess of Spring.'
And then, extinguishing the only light in the Underworld, she was gone. But I smiled to myself - Hades wouold be angry, and I would never be the same, but I was a proud Devil Dog, and no-one could trap me. So I sauntered down at my own pace, as Hades's echoing shouts drifted by my ears. I was Rosso. And I was free.
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[CaptainHiccup]

So ermm... When's the next code drop?

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[TigressJaguiar]

I'd like some critique!
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critmehplz

I want to make sure my form for Flitt is foolproof, I really want to adopt her!

[Wesley]

I am looking to donate...
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Name:
Ampelio
Gender:
Male ♂
Species:
Monkey
Preferences:
- Keep some sort of primate
- No major design changes
- Give him love and a use
- Name can change
- I prefer gender stay
By submitting this form, I, wesleydog, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
Ben'srevenge

[Mario]

I'd like to take back my donations, please.

[Desmond]

All they all under your old username, or should we search for all of the ones you've used since then?