Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

I can critique your form, Kekoah.

[flashlight reveries~]

I am so, so late on acknowledging this, but thank you guys so much for Qwerty! C':
I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to check back, but thank you. I love him. <333

[Kekoah]

I can critique your form, Kekoah.

Okay!!! Thank you ^_^

[Tigermay]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:
Kennel P100

Name:
The Devil's Train

Gender:
Stallion

Breed:
Thoroughbred horse

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Why do you want this animal?:
I want to adopt The Devil's Train because he speaks to me in a way I find harder and harder to find in characters. His design is lovely, natural, yet has a few abnormalities that tie it all together. His original picture is stunning and I'll always be trying to at least match it in quality.
I've also had fun writing his story, brainstorming ideas for him, and making him overall come alive. After all the work, it would be very nice to have him.
What will you do for it?:
He will have a home on my character thread(which is still a WIP, sorry) and I will try to gather and color art of him constantly. I will also use him as a much beloved Role play character, and there's a good possibility he'll star in future stories I'll write. And at least one will be his own.

Personality:
Aggressive
Devil is aggressive toward those who oppose him, whether they be mare, stallion, human, or anything else. He enjoys being a ruler and takes his aggressiveness and uses it to get what he wants by force.
Perfectionist
He strives for perfection, ignoring the fact that it is, technically, impossible to achieve. He feels he must perfect himself first then perfect his life, though he does reshuffle his priorities sometimes. His vision of perfection? Him, wild and free, with unparalleled abilities and senses, the king of a lush valley.
Gentle
Contrasting with his name and aggressive nature, he is gentle towards his mares and his offspring. He enjoys making them happy and teaching his foals.
Stubborn
Once Devil has his mind set on something, he never gives up. He works toward the goal with fierce determination, doing questionable things to achieve it.
High-strung
Like most warm-blooded horses The Devil's Train is a high-strung animal. He always has an "itch", as he calls it, to be doing something. Because of this he is often restless and seeking something to do constantly.
Unstable
Because his memories come back in flashes he may get upset over something only he can understand. Or extremely happy, you never know how he'll react because they are only his memories.
Wild
The stallion has never felt comfortable with humans or confinement. He'd always rather be galloping free then living an easy live with people.

Likes:
Galloping
As any thoroughbred, or horse for that matter, The Devil's Train loves racing the wind and thrills in how fast he can go. But he specifically enjoys racing other horses, he feels it helps him push himself more then if he was running alone.

Mares
Come on, he's a stallion. Of course he likes mares!

Water
He loves to play in it and splash around on a hot summer's day. He also rolls in it, something most horses don't do.

Proving/Testing Himself
He's constantly testing himself. Can he run the fastest? Leap the highest? Fight the best? He's always honing his skills and proving himself to himself or to mares.

Night
Devil likes watching the stars and the moon as they sparkle in the black sky, and how it reminds him of his mother. He also likes the fact that once it's night he can go unnoticed if he's careful. The heightened sense of danger, seeing as predators use the night to their advantage, sparks adrenaline and makes him frisky.

Dislikes:
Other Stallions
He views them as a threat and never tolerates their presence. He especially dislikes bachelor stallions.

People
He doesn't understand the two-leggeds and wants to be as far away as possible from them. They have him do strange things and make him wear uncomfortable oddities. Plus they killed his mother and held him prisoner for nearly three years.

Bugs
Especially flies, they bite him and make life irritating and painful.

Being Wrong/Second best
As stated before he is a perfectionist and doesn't like to settle with anything less then perfection.

Being confined or useless
He loathes feeling trapped and useless. Mainly because all of his control and options are taken away from him, making him feel weak and inferior. Transporting him back to a time were he couldn't stop the harming of those he loved.

History/Background:
Born wild
Raised captive
Set free

"My story is not one of the common variety, but you don't want to hear it from me do you? Ah well, I'd get the details wrong anyway..."

The 1st of December
The small herd of broodmares shivered as an icy December wind blew over their pasture, screaming like a wounded horse. They huddled around one mare in particular, their lead mare. Her name was Darcy, she was in foal, and she was the color of the night and calmed the mares around her with reassuring nickers. But, unlike most nights, they couldn't be calmed and soon the herd was restlessly pacing the fence.

Darcy snorted and tried to turn the herd, but she soon joined their anxious canter. They flew around the pasture twice, their hooves drumming the hard and frozen ground, before the move was made. A young maiden mare broke away from the group. Her eyes wild, she leapt over a downed section of fence, hidden by the snow.

The rest of the herd poured after her, Darcy's complaints drowned by the consistent swoosh, thud of horses leaping. The herd galloped away from the breeding farm, taking to the mountain range fifteen miles away from their home. As they went, they saw other horses. But these were not the docile, tamed horses they were used to. They were wild, and didn't take kindly to strangers.

Some mares were claimed by stallions, but only a few. Most huddled in the lee of a rock formation, a trickling stream flowing out of the rocks. Darcy was among those by the rocks and stream. They silently despaired, wondering if winter would ever end and if their owner would ever find them again.

About four weeks later.

December was ending and the Thoroughbred mares were going to foal any day. Due to the way the racing industry worked, all breeders wanted their mares to foal as close as possible to the first of the year. Two mares had foaled. One foal had died hours after birth because it froze to death, the other was weak but still with Darcy's herd. The one mare whose foal had died wandered away, never to be seen again.

On the 29th three mares foaled, on the 30th one, on the 31st one. Now the only mare let to foal was Darcy. She was getting nervous, she didn't like the fact that her foal would be the youngest. But she didn't have to worry long. The next day, the 1st of January, Darcy trudged away from the herd.

The birth was fitful, hard, and long. But the colt was worth it. He was to be known as The Devil's Train.

The 11th of January

It was unseasonably warm and the colt and fillies of the herd of lost mares played in the nice weather. Of the eight mares to foal there were now six, the two gone were the maiden mare that went missing after her foal died, and an old mare who died giving birth. There were five foals. The casualties were the foals of the mares who died and went missing, and the third was taken by a mountain lion.

The colt of Darcy had survived, and he was the only colt in the herd.

But now a new threat faced the herd. Whistles and shouts came from the other side of a hill and the herd bunched together in fear. "Hey, Joe! I found 'em!" A man crowed from the back of a dun stallion, who looked at the mares with greedy eyes. Soon the herd was surrounded by men on horses. The mares all relaxed as familiar sounds and scents blew over them.

The foal were a different story. They didn't care that their mother's said it was alright, they panicked at the sight of men and lassos. In the end all the foals had to be roped while the mothers followed contentedly. The colt fought the men desperately, whinnying to his mother for help, she just replied. "Calm, young one. They are taking us to a better, safer place."

But even Darcy began to doubt her own word as they were put on a bellowing train and shipped off in the opposite direction of their home.

The next year
January

The men trained and sold all the fillies. But they could not tame the colt. He fought them every step of the way and finally, they shoved him into the train again with his mother and the rest of the mares. He was the only foal there. "Where are we going, Mama?" He asked, his blue eyes frightened at the hollow, gaunt look in his mother's face. "To the worst place you can think of, a place beyond words." She sighed and closed her eyes as her colt stumbled into her when the train started up.

The train ride was short and the herd was driven into chutes where they were checked over then released into a giant pen filled with other horses of all shapes and sizes. The colt still had no idea of the place they had come to, just that it smelled of death and fear.

March
The giant herd always had horses disappearing and new ones coming in. One day the herd of Thoroughbreds and some others were forced down the tunnel that the horses who didn't come back went down. Randomly, the group was split in half and the one half was driven down a side passage. This kept happening until only the colt and his mother were left.

Darcy turned to her colt. "This is the end for me, my love, but please do everything you can to escape." She nuzzled him as the men came once agin the split the group. The colt was shocked enough he couldn't reply, only whinny after his mother.
He slowly walked down the main tunnel dreading what he might encounter at the end. He hadn't been paying attention before but now he heard the screams of horses, scented the blood and fear, saw the multitude of hoof prints on the dirt floor he walked on, and felt the oppressing sense of doom.

He began to tremble as he saw the end of the tunnel. He bolted for the daylight at the end of the tunnel, the promise of fresh air. He didn't even notice he was locked in a pen until he turned and saw the men past the wood slats doing something. Curious, he trotted over and pressed his chest to the short fence. He couldn't see very well past the bodies of the men, but he spotted a horse's tail hanging limply from the table they worked at.

A sick, wet noise broke the air and he startled. The fence, which was around 2' 6", was irrelevant as he tried to get away from the horrible noises. He leapt over the fence, his back foot catching the lip of it. He fell onto the ground and was aware of the men moving aside to shout and wave their bloodied arms at him. He got up quickly then stiffened in horror as he turned to look behind him.

It was Darcy, strung out and dead. Being cut up for meat.

He bolted, none of the men went after him. His cries were heart shattering as he headed back to the place he was born. But despair was replaced by anger and so the colt named himself, The Devil's Train, after the horrible train that took his herd to slaughter.

August
Devil didn't get far in his flight. He was a foolish, young yearling who didn't have every sure footing. So when he entered a rocky climate, he became slow and vulnerable. He was picking his way down a hillside strewn with rocks, when a bachelor stallion began to chase him. Terrified he fled, until he stumbled.

That stumble changed his life.

He tumbled head over heels down the hillside, being banged around by the rocks. He was finally stopped when his head hit a boulder at the base of the hill. The bachelor, thinking he was dead, snorted and trotted off. He should have been dead, he wished he was dead. But he didn't die.

And once again he was taken by humans.

The next year
August
The humans were kind and had a foal of their own. This human filly often watched Devil as he recovered but he was never touched unless the vet needed him to be. That stumble and that boulder had caused him to forget most of his first year of life. But other then his memory he recovered fully.

"It's a miracle!" The human filly cried once the vet stopped coming. "You're alive, and you're going back to the wild no matter what Da says." Devil flinched away from her over exited voice and roamed his pasture. He wondered about his past often, it sometimes came back to him in flashes, but those flashes were so hard to hold on to.

But so far he knew what his dam looked like, what her name was, and that she was a lead mare. He remembered his time before those first humans caught his herd. He remembered both train rides and only had a feeling that his mother had died at a horrible place. And he remembered his name, The Devil's Train. Other then that he knew nothing of his past life.

The next year
May

Devil didn't like the looks of this. The human filly was walking up to him with a rope in her hand. She whispered sweet nothings but the cornered colt was still fearful. She gently tossed the lasso around his neck then whistled, long and low like a bird's call. Her friend brought a horse up and the human filly mounted, wrapping the rope around the horn of her saddle.

The human's friend disappeared and the colt snorted in surprise as he was dragged along by the large cow horse. Devil tried to fight but was kicked by the bay horse who was leading him. He glumly lowered his head and followed passively, wondering what the heck was going on.

"Where-?"
"Hush colt, you should be grateful. I for one wish I were you." The bay horse grumbled as they finally stopped at the top of the hill two years ago Devil fell down.

Devil tilted his head and watched as the girl pulled him forward. He felt the stiff rope loosen around his neck as she wiggled it. Then with a flick of the human filly's wrist, he was free again. "Now you better run," she whispered, "or else Da will come get you again!"

But the colt was already galloping off, bucking and whinnying his freedom to the world.

Art:
I'll color in some art of him if I get him, since I fail at drawing on Oekaki and can't scan images onto my laptop.
Other:
I'll probably keep editing and improving this form until the end date. :3 And I'm sorry my form is so long, he's a great source of muse.

[Lierre]

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[tigger182011]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:

[center]Kennel number:

P20

Name:

It was Kelsey, but I have just had a bad experience with someone named Kelsey. So her new name would be Kellzy or Kellz for short. That way her name is close to the original, it wont bother me, and its still fun and artsy

Breed:

wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

Well I have visited this thread quite often and I always see her here. I havent visited in a while, and so I clicked on the thread, and seeing her here made me so sad. i decided to look through her art and discovered I actually love her fun design esp. when incorporated with a paintbrush. What had always thrown me off about her is the lineart in the main picture. After seeing her design used in other linearts, I realized that Kellzy is actually like the artist side of me that seems to get trapped sometimes. I know I can give her a good home in my character thread, to which a link can be found in my siggy. I will color in art of her and have plenty of art made of her as well.

Personality:

Kellzy is fun, free-spirited, optimistic, and extremely creative. She is extremely social, but occasionally just wants to be left alone to her art, esp. on sunny days when she can go and sit under a shady tree.

Likes:

sunny days, anything artsy, stormy nights, bright colors, nice people, rainbows

Dislikes:

people who are rude and nasty/ dull, grey, and disgusting days, being bored, being sad

History/Background:

Kellz is an artist down to her bones. She doesnt care what medium she uses. If it's artsy, she loves it. She is always covered in some sort of artsy stuff whether it be marker, glue, glitter, paint, clay, etc. Her multi colored and patterned coat show her love for art. And because of the variety of colors and patterns that she has, any paint splotch or dab of glue seems to fit right in. Storms at night are Kellz's favorites, because she loves to listen to them as she falls asleep. However, she despises when it rains during the day and turns the sky grey, which makes everything dark and gloomy. She prefers sunny daytime showers because then there is a rainbow, or maybe a double rainbow

Art:

some came with her, but when I have access to my tablet I plan on coloring a reference sheet of her immediately

Other:

I hope I will be given a chance to give her a new and happy home. In fact while writing this, I fell more in love with her and realized that she reminds me a lot of me. Do I have permission to make a few minor changes and maybe allow her to develop into a fursona of sorts? im not sure but if thats ok id be very appreciative[/center]

[Sapphirescript]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: 134P
Name: Taratibu
Breed: Lion
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Being best friends with the original designers I remember this design very well. I always loved these two brothers. I own his brother actually, who has a large family so he will be very welcome.
Personality:
Taratibu was a little daddy's man. While his brother helped out his mother he went hunting with his father. Being the oldest he barely stayed home, as soon as he was born he barely wanted to be around his mother. In time he grew apart from her, following his father wherever he went. Because of this Taratibu, or Bu as he got nicknamed became less caring of others. He isn't cruel but to call him caring and loving would be a lie.

Taratibu is a great hunter unlike his younger brother but was more responsible for hunting properly. He never killed more then needed and made sure to keep the food healthy and protected. He never really knew his sister or brother so he never grew close to them, but when his father died he was quite upset. He hated every hyena with a passion and goes against the laws of nature by killing them when he finds them.

Though he hates hyenas he can't help but care for the children, he believes in his heart that if he shows them kindness they will turn away from the normal ways of hyenas, but he will never give an adult a chance. When it comes to cubs he was taught to show them kindness, no matter what species, cubs are innocent. They haven't been corrupted by the world and it is up to him to show them the good side.

After he recovered enough from his father's death he hunted out his old pride and found his mother in charge, who out of sadness, quickly accepted him as Zeke, but the whole pride knows who he is. Kazooie tried to tell her once but it fell on deaf ears, and from that point on only Neerah called him Zeke, except in the presence of her, the rest of the pride knew his real name.

Taratibu is alright with the fact she doesn't recognize him, he thinks if she finds out who he really is that he will be kicked out. Though it is hard when his mother pushes him to date Kazooie when it was his brother who was in love with her. Taka and him butt heads almost every day but Neerah sees it as playful banter.
Likes:
Bu loves cubs and how innocent they are, he likes playing with them and caring for them. He loves to hunt and provide for those who cannot, he will go above and beyond the call of action to do so, often making him leave on long trips to which he brings back food. He loves his family but he is much less attached then he was before, but to mess with his family is a death sentence.

A good swim is never far away for him, visiting his best friend, a baby fennec, whenever he goes swimming is the best treat. He often sleeps halfway in the water, with just his front paws and head on the shore. The warm sun and gentleness of the water lapping against the shore puts him to sleep easily.
Dislikes:
Taratibu hates when people call him Bu, which is often used as teasing. The only person he lets get away with it is Mecca, and outsider of the pride who he cares for. He spends hours at a time trying to convince his mother to let her in but to no avail. It makes him mad when he can't get his way but he would never go as far as to make sure he gets his way.

Bu hates when he can't help, it bothers him when people are disappointed in him and his abilities.
History/Background:
Art:
Other:

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Keep in mind that this round ends this coming Tuesday, December 27. c:
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[Phoenix's Rebirth]

I can critique your form, Kekoah.

Okay!!! Thank you ^_^

I am sorry that I'm late, but I won't be able to critique your form after all. Some things have come up. I am so sorry about this, but good luck on your form. Things did not go as planned

[Darkest.Nation]

Um, I'm sure you're asked this a lot, but what do we do if our form isn't on the list for the forms for the current round?