Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[je ; t a i m e]

I am looking to adopt nurture and love...

Kennel:
P81
Name:
Avalon
• Nicknamed Ava
• Avalon \a-va-lon\
as a girl's name
is pronounced
AV-a-lahn. It
is of Celtic origin,
and the meaning of
Avalon is "island of
apples". Celtic
mythology: Avalon
is an island
paradise.
Gender:
Female
Age:
18 months
Species:
Demigod x Dragon x Wolf x Thylacine
Family
Zephyron - god - grandfather
Amora - dragon shape-shifter - grandmother
Zia - wolf x dragon - mother
Rowen - thylacine shape-shifter - father
Likes:
- summer rain
- the twilight sky
- her pack
- parties
Dislikes:
- murky water
- being starspinner
- starless nights
- being unable to see color

How I will Care for Avalon:
Well, she's absolutely gorgeous.
I tend to be drawn toward
bright, colorful characters that
make you want to look at them.
Avalon is a perfect example of
this, just a tad more muted,
which I like. I think I have
enough neon characters for
now. But I love how easily
muse came to me, just by
looking at her. Quite a feat,
seeing as I have been fighting
constant writer's block since
school started. It will end
in less than a week.
Anyway, if I have the massive
honor of recieving Avalon as my
own, the first thing I will do is
show her off to my close friends
and rolemodels in the adoption
world. Just to make them jealous.
(xD) Proceeding that, I will go find
her a cozy spot in my character
thread (whose link I have yet to
add to my signature) and get her
settled in there. Once she's all snug
in her own little post, Avalon shall
be showered in artwork. I hope that
she'll be the one to be featured in
the first artwork I buy from the amazing
TWG90. Artwork finished, I'll try to
relax a bit and focus on possibly
finding Avalon a mate, maybe make
a few deals to breed her. You never
do know, do you? I may even donate
some of the puppies here so I can
share her loveliness. (xD)

Personality:
[ Reckless ]
Avalon is anything but cautious. She is wild and untameable with a rebellious streak and a heart of gold. Ava isn't the kind of reckless where she gets herself in trouble all the time, or her friends' parents warn them to avoid her, but she merely acts without thinking. Yes, Avalon does tend to wind up in a bit of a bind sometimes. But more often than not, it'll be because she said the first thing that came to her mind. Ava has a lack of filter, so whatever she thinks is what she says and that doesn't always turn out too well.
[ Loving ]
Ava is the sweetest, most loveable girl anyone could ever lay their eyes on. She always- always- puts herself in front of her friends. Avalon's motto? Kill 'em with kindness. And that she does. Ask anyone who's held a conversation with her; they'll tell you. Ava did nothing but make compliments and speak civilly. If she didn't agree with something, she would find a way to tell you kindly without ever making you think she didn't like you. Because Avalon likes everyone. That is, unless you ive her a very good reason not to. Sure, there are a few unlucky individuals who rubbed Ava the wrong way until she snapped and let a mean word escape her jaws. But there aren't many. Because Avalon loves having friends, and she dislikes disliking.
[ Fearless ]
Despite worrying about the petty things a normal teenage fae would, like if this brute notices her or if her pelt looks sleek enough, Avalon is otherwise without a fear. She will easily put herself before another to protect them. No questions asked. She doesn't care about what will happen or what the consquences will be. Ava just does it. And a lot of individuals find that pretty admirable. But, being fearless isn't always such a great thing for Avalon. She is also unafraid to try things that will no doubt get her in trouble, thus she does them, and ends up in major trouble or worse because of it. Oh, well, better to remember one for the good rather than the bad, right?
[ Captivating ]
While brutes don't particularly adore her stubborn, rash physique, Ava is quite a little charmer. She has no trouble getting noticed by brutes (what, with being pink and orange and holding the power of the stars in her paws), and keeping them requires just as little effort. Anyway, her personality is beautiful without her pretty face. Avalon's no-fear attitude and her sweet physique combined make her wonderful company, and even more wonderful a friend. Beside her inner beauty, Ava is quite the little looker. The sunset pink and the citrus orange go along together nicely with her bright green eyes and off-white under coat. Also, she's very fit. Lean and the feminine kind of muscular, along with perfectly groomed fur that is never matted or dirty (Ava cannot stand the feeling of dirt), faes had better hold on to their boys whenever Avalon's around! Oh, but she'd never even dream about stealing someone's mate. What a terrible thing to do!
[ Intellectual ]
If Avalon is anything, she's smart. Really smart. Although she may seem a bit ditzy at times, a bit air-headed at others, a bit clumsy at further more, she really does have brains. Lots of 'em. And Avalon thinks differently. Her mind is wired in an entricate way. Ava sees things that may be a blessing as a curse, and sees things that others call a curse a blessing. It's a bit strange. But, then again, Avalon is a bit strange.

Story:
I live in a world where anything goes. Where the men and women are ruled by kings and queens but the kings and queens are ruled by gods and goddesses. Where dragons and unicorns alike roam the streets, where everything you have ever imagined has been a reality. Where a god may have an affair with a dragon in her human form, and that dragon may have a daughter that may shapeshift into her father's honored animal (a wolf, in this case) and eventually bare a baby. That's a true story, actually. And that baby, it seems, is me. Avalon the Star-Pelted, certified and seasoned star-spinner, at your service. And what may be a star-spinner, you ask? Star-spinners do as their occupation suggests: We spin the stars into shapes and make them move. Like theatre, some say. But not quite as boring.

I descend from the god Zephyron, god of love. Ironic, seeing as how any and every realationship I've ever been involved with has ended terribly. I don't seem to have my grandfather on my side. But I'm sure I do. He must be waiting for the perfect brute to come along. I'm working on it.

Speaking of a perfect brute . . . Here comes Booker. He walks past and flashes a smile my way before continuing on to meet a couple of his friends. Together, they join a group on the crest of the hill and settle down to watch the show. It's my shift to entertain Averyn, a small, remote kingdom. I hate working Averyn. I always get so distracted. By what? Simple. Booker. Here, let me explain. Booker is gorgeous. He, too, descends from a god. Well, a goddess. No surprise, this goddess is Valia, the goddess of beauty. Booker lives up to her expectations for a relative, surely. Big, muscular but balanced out, with clear blue eyes and a pelt darker than night. Designs of grey and dark blue wind throughout his coat. He is much more noticeable than me, just because of his looks, which is saying something. I'm bright orange and pink with stars on my fur. The stars is why I was forced by my mother to be a star-spinner. Apperently, I was born for it. Frankly, I'm terrible at it, even without Booker around.

I sigh, shake out my fur, and make a point not to look over at the descendant of Valia as I climb the cliff above the Sea of Cascades - the closest point to the stars in Averyn - to prepare for my performance. Tonight, I'm illustrating the brief but interesting affair of Queen Callise of Averyn and the god Wright. It's an interesting tale and is the reason that Averyn is the home of most creatures with godly aura in the veins.

I range out my voice and narrate the beginning of the story, which does not need stars. "Gather round, young ones, for the story of your kingdom, for the reason of your living here. The story of the first queen of Averyn and the god of war, Wright. Listen closely, and watch even more, for even Wright's fellow gods and goddesses cannot fathom the true passion between a mere woman, without even the ability to shape-shift, and a god. A god of war, to further confuse." The stars turn into my version of Callise, tall and slender and stunning, although the story claims she wasn't horrible to look at but was far surpassed by just seamstresses and the like in the villages. "The two met here, on the very cliff that I now stand on."
wip

[Dia.]

I am looking to give a forever home to...

{{Basic Information}}

Kennel number:
P126

Name:
Casimir
[KAH - zee - meer]
This name could either be traced to
mean peace keeper or destroyer of peace, depending
on which background you view.

Breed:
Australian Shepherd Cross

Gender:
Male

{{About}}

Why Do I Want This Animal?
Whenever I crave a new character but am unable to create the perfect one for myself, I always come here... and I never fail to find that perfect character that I must take home with me.
Casimer is one of those characters. His design is eye-catching, yet simplistic and pleasing. The color pallete is limited, but in a different sense, it is not. I am discovering that as I type and create this adoption form, he is writing his own story in my head. This character is endlessly inspiring.
I feel very connected to this character as I write.

What Will I Do For Him?
He will be put in a place on my character thread that he clearly deserves. I am not the richest member on ChickenSmoothie, so I admit that I cannot do much in the sense of art. However, I will try my best to provide him with art by myself and by other artists around this website. I will also most likely role play with him if I can find a decent, unrealistic canine role play. He will also find a place in one of the many stories that I find myself writing.

{{Details}}

Personality:
Confident
Casimir is extremely bold. He has a large pressence in a crowd and isn't afraid to speak out. He never hesitates to state his opinions and doesn't fear being flamed for them. He is able to work under great pressure and can keep his cool under stress.

Determined
One thing that Casimir will never do is give up. He believes that once you quit once, no one will forget it and continue to take advantage of you. He will stick with something until every idea is exausted.

Stubburn
It seems to tie hand-in-hand with determination. He will keep trying to accomplish anything if it is the last thing he does, especially if he is told that it is impossible. That just invites more of a challenge. He also will not back down in an argument, even if he discovers that he is wrong.

A Natural Leader
Casimir is such a natural-born leader that he dislikes following. He grows increasingly frustrated when he is forced to do others' bidding and likes to be the one to call the shots. His mind is geared towards doing what he wants and getting things accomplished. He doesn't let other members of his designated team to slack.

Slightly Self-Absorbed
This young male canine is not exactly aware of those surrounding him. He cares mostly for himself, his attention only wondering to those within a short radius during rare occurances. Most anything he does is for his own benafit.

Lacks Empathy
Casimir does not harbor any empathy towards others. He is awkward when it comes to offering comfort. He is even somewhat merciless when it comes down to it. He just seems to lack what it takes to care for others, which ties in with his being so self-absorbed.

Intelligent
He is really incredibly intelligent. Inside that head is a very smart, scheming young male. He is meticulous and careful about his planning; so much so that his plans rarely fail on him. Casimir has great potential and does see it in himself. He knows how to use things to his advantage.

Likes:
The Cover of Darkness
Casimir feels most comfortable in the cover of darkness. His life does revolve around the shadows or after night fall.
"Nothing is more comforting than a shroud of darkness wrapped over your shoulders."

Night Time
Its dark. Its quiet. Its mysterious. What else could one desire? Casimir loves the time between the sun's fall from the sky and its rise back to view.
"I feed from the night's power."

The Winter
Winter's cold weather and short hours of daylight make for a perfect time of year for Casimir. He loves the snow and bitter cold temperatures. He also hungers for the decreased hours of daylight, living for the darkness that covers the world.
"Winter's icy clutch is a burdon for most while I thrive in its grasp."

Thunder Storms
Casimir feels at ease when the rain pounds the ground, the lightning pierces they sky, and when the thunder shakes the earth like a giant's foot step. Everything about a thunder storm calms his nerves, attributing his own mood to the dramatic tendancy of the weather. He feels the energy in the storm and connects with it.
"With the thunder rolling across our land and the lightning striking the mountain tops, I gain power."

Poetry
It might not seem to be the case, but Casimir has a great love for the art of poetry. His way of speaking might even seem like the stanzas of a good poem.
"Poetry provides insight to what is not readily seen."

Success
Casimir enjoys nothing more than success. In fact, he practically lives off of it. He will work himself and others to death until the outcome comes to be in his favor.
"Success comes only to those who try."

Leading
Casimir is only happy as long as he is in a solid position of leadership. While his methods may somewhat resemble a dictatorship, there is no doubt that he is an exceptional leader. Without feeling that he is in power, Casimir grows frustrated and anxious as he tries to worm his way to the top.
"A good leader is not made. He is born that way."

Dislikes:
Vast, Open Areas
An open area, much like a field or parking lot, makes Casimir feel especially vulnerable. He grows anxious and worrisome in these types of environments, and prefers to stay out of them all together.

Bright Lights
The bright lights also make him feel much too exposed. They reveal far too much about a situation and that is not a good thing in Casimir's mind.

The Summer
The days are longer. The lights are brighter. The people are happier and harder to control. The summer is the winter's opposite, and Casimir cannot stand it. He is usually usually quite miserable when it comes to the mid-summer months when the weather is hottest.

Failing
As far as Casimir is concerned, a failure only means you didn't try hard enough. This word is almost nonexistant in his mind, but it is something that he fears and dislikes most of all.

Following
As mentioned earlier, Casimir dislikes being a follower. He likes to make his own decisions and get things moving his own way. If someone else is in charge, failure is probably inevetible.

Fears:
Failure
It's just not an option.

His Own Death
Aside from failure, the only thing that scares Casimir out of his wits is the thought of his own death. He has trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that one day, he won't walk this planet anymore. However, he knows that it is not a choice he must make. It seems almost garanteed that his death will come early... simply because of the way he has lived his life and the number of enemies he has made.

Appearance:
While he is part Australian Shepherd, his other "half" is unknown. It is clear that it must have been a large breed, however, because he is larger than an average Aussie. He has short to medium length, scruffy fur that consists of white and shades of brown. One shade frames the top of his body, reaching down the visible portions of his hind legs and creeping on his shoulders. It also wraps around his cheeks and ears, creating a white mask on his face. Darker brown swirls elegantly mark his pelt and finish off his brown markings. His hind paws are white. He has a bobbed tail and pointed ears. Casimir also has strikingly bright yellow eyes.

Mental Capacity:
On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest and 10 reigning as the highest, Casimir's mental capacity would be in the 7 to 8 range. He is intelligent and a very quick learner. He is also able to connect different ideas and contribute to many different conversations. His memory is usually quite good.

Favorite Quote(s) :
"There’s plenty of time to sleep when we die" -Adam Lambert; Never Close Our Eyes

Family:
Casimir is the only child in his family. His father has been out of the picture since before he was born and is otherwise unheard of. There are rumors, but none of them can be proven true.
His mother, Aadi, is an Australian Shepherd. She is still alive, but she and Casimir have lost touch. She always tried her hardest to be the best she could be for her son. However, he never understood why his father had left and caused quite a bit of trouble. The two were extremely distant, and when he started to cause more and more trouble, Aadi chased him away from her home. She still loves him, though, and tries to keep tabs on his activity through the knowledge of others.

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Relationship Status:
Casimir is single. Although he has had his share of short relationships and even more "one night stand"- type situations, he is not the type to find a special girl and settle down for a long term relationship.

Theme Song:
Viva la Vida - Coldplay

{{Story}}

History:

The air was still and it was quiet. It's the type of silence that just begs for something terrible to happen. It's like a ticking time bomb... just waiting. Water dripped from the boulders and rocks, the only sound that was audible. Even the night creatures were taken over by a hush. Strands of cloud covered the full moon and it was a scene one only thought they would see in a horror movie.

Then it was the sound the land seemed to be waiting for. The scream of a victim that was cut off abruptly by a well-placed blow.

Almost immediately, the normal night sounds of the area resumed and there was a rustling in the undergrowth. A brown and white canine who's bright yellow eyes cut through the dim lighting like daggers appeared unsteadily. His burdon weighed heavily in his jaws; a dark brown mutt who had been on Casimir's hit-list.

Once clear of the bushes, he dropped the weight and then peered through the night. His pointed ears were alert and focused and he was ready to react to any disruption. Even as he lowered his haunches to the ground and started to clean his fur, his muscles were tense as he readied himself to take off if need be.

Casimir was a hitman - a professional when it came to the "art" of killing. Since his years living with his mother and getting in increasingly more trouble every few days, he had grown numb. His brain ceased to care for anyone aside from himself. When he left home - or rather was kicked out - he went right onto the streets. The young canine worked for anyone who would hire him. Eventually, he started to make a name for himself in dark world of bounty hunters, hitmen, and other assasins of the like.

However, there weren't many who actually knew the area's most dangerous creature. Only a select few could recongnize the young, white and brown male. Any others who saw him on the streets would suspect nothing. He had been smart enough over the years to keep under the radar, or it would only be a matter of time before someone found out and he suffered the same fate as all the others.

Finally, Casimir rose slowly to his paws, nose twitching in the wind. His eyes scanned the area around him and he checked the scent of the air. Then, he set off towards the abandoned human city that had been turned into a canine metropolis. His paws hit the ground confidently and rythmically as he distanced himself between the crime scene and his home. He knew that he had to meet up with the huge shepherd that had set up this mission and let him know that it had been a successful hunt. There was one less rebel to worry about in this city. Their king was that much safer.

Not that he cared... Casimir would have had no problem with the rebels if they started to take over the city. In fact, he could name a few dogs that he might call friends in their forces. The little she-dogs who worked with them were much prettier than the average citizens anyhow. However, he had to keep his name in the game... and the fee was pretty enjoyable as well.

The sun was just starting to peek above the horizon when he reached the first cobbles that marked the beginning of the road to the city. He made sure to set his signature, rolling gait as he strode into the town. His paws hit the stones with a quiet thud as he took each step. One...Two...Three...Four...One...Two....

He counted in his head until he came upon the start of the inner city. Not many others were awake at this hour, but the merchants were already starting to set up their wares. This was when he needed to start taking more care about how he acted. However much Casimir hated the constant worry of being recongnized, he would most likley dislike being careless and getting caught even more. So, he tried to keep the millions of different thoughts out of his head as he padded towards the spot he was to meet the shepherd at.

He had only settled in the patch of dirt at what used to be a street corner when the great black dog appeared around the corner. His eyes were narrowed slightly and his tail was draped downward. Casimir looked up to this dog slowly, his facial expression sober and unchanging.
"I trust you've come through with your work once again... or else you would not be here now?" The shepherd asked quietly, not bothering to sit down as he spoke to the younger male.
"Have I disappointed you in the past?" Was his answer. He tilted his chin upwards even more at this remark.
The older canine looked irritated by Casimir's confidense, but said nothing more of the situation. Only the slight, hateful glimmer in his eyes made it clear that he disliked Casimir just as much as Casimir disliked him.
"Your payment will arrive at your home later today." He spoke gruffly and turned to leave.

Casimir watched the dark-pelted dog lope away. When he had gone, he got to his paws slowly, stretched, and then walked down the rode beyond the corner. The sun was starting to rise over the broken brick walls of the old city, making Casimir squint in annoyance. His steps were rigid with irritation at the bright lights. At least it wasn't terribly hot.

He made a bee-line in the direction of the building - more like a pile of bricks - that he called his home. Upon reaching it, he moved swiftly through a window and paused, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom. He sighed, feeling the cool ground on his paw pads. When he eyes forgot about the blinding sunlight outside of his "house" he moved across the room to a pile of old blankets and cushions he rounded up from around the town. Some had been simply left in unused houses, others he had stolen. Casimir circled once... twice... three times.... and then lay down in his bed, staring across the one room house.

The canine rose to his paws some time later, his paws itching to run. Something tugged at his fur:
Get out. Run. Get away from here. Now!
Casimir shifted his weight, deciding quickly to run for his second entrance... or in this case exit. He leapt through the jagged, broken hole in the wall, feeling the fur on his back drag against the stone.
Run. Run. Get moving.
His insticts started to take over, and without thinking, he took off through the streets of the city. In the middle of a street, he nearly ran into a lovely little white canine. She stared into his eyes for a minute, her blue eyes seeing right through him.

"Excuse me." He said quietly, moving to get around her.
"No. Wait." She said even quieter, glancing over her shoulder and stretching her neck to see down the road. "Casimir?"
Casimir's chest tightened. Who was this? How did she know him. When he said nothing, she nodded crisply.
"Casimir. I must warn you. You must get out of here."
"Why?" He asked, paws beginning to twitch with a new ferocity.
However, the white mutt took off in the direction she was headed, fur flying out behind her. Rather than calling for her to wait, he glanced over his shoulder, spotting the king's own guard in the distance. Then he broke to a blind run.

Those hounds were heading right towards his little home. That could only mean they knew who he was. He still didn't know the mutt who warned him. If he ever ran into her again, he would make a point to thank her... whoever she was.
His paws hit the stones with a thud as he ran and built up speed. His blood pounded in his ears.

Faster...
His subconsious urged him onward. Where was he heading? He had no idea. Casimir glanced wildly around him. No one was following and no one could be seen around him. Eventually, he knew that he would reach the forest... and then he could plan from there.

Casimir slowed and then stopped, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled and panted. He pricked his ears, trying to listen for any sign of the guards. He tried to think about what was happening, turning the story over in his head and trying to organize his thoughts. Clearly, someone had ticked off the law on the whereabouts of one of the country's worst nightmares. Who? He realized that he may never know.

"Casimir!" The voice made him jump and whip around. The group of hounds was running towards him, their eyes set on him. "Stay where you are!"

Stay was just what Casimir didn't do. He turned and took off towards the forest once more, limbs filling with a new energy. He noticed noses and faces appearing through holes in the walls and around corners to view the chase. However, most things were just a crazy blur as he whipped by, trying to escape capture... and death's certain claim.

The river rolled lazily only one hundred feet or so ahead, and Casimir was approaching this quickly. He only had to jump in, swim across and continue into the forest. The water would disguise his scent long enough so he could make his way into the forest without being followed.

It was as if a wind blew a sigh of relief when he plunged into the water. His legs paddled him loyally across, even though it was clear that their strength was waning. The chase had gone on for a while, and Casimir hadn't any time to stop and rest since the guards caught up with him. As he hauled his dripping body out of the water, he looked back and saw the guards approaching the bank.

Their hackles were raised angrily, and the first guard leapt into the river to continue the chase. The others soon began to follow suit and Casimir realized that he had two choices: continue running, or get caught. He chose to run.

Casimir turned and bolted through the grass and eventually reached the line of trees that marked the edge of the denser forest. With one last look over his shoulder, he used his last bit of energy to push himself faster into the woods. He wove through the undergrowth and through the tree trunks clumsily. It was unknown to him whether he was making all the noise, or he was being successfully followed. So, he kept running.

Who knew how long it had been, but eventually, Casimir felt that it was safe to slow his speed. He dropped to a trot, flicking his ears backwards to see if he was being followed. Until he was sure he wasn't in immediate danger, he kept moving forward. However, after only a few moments, he dropped to the ground, chest heaving. There was no noise except the pounding of blood through his veins. He paws ached and the muscles in his legs screamed their accusations.

If they find me now, I'm a dead man.

Casimir lay silently, the same thought circling through his mind over and over again. Just as he was beginning to relax, a twig snapped. His head shot up, but he clenched his jaws at the tightness of his muscles and the paint that it brought on. He could only let his head fall back to the ground and accept what was coming for him. He guessed that it would happen eventually... Karma wasn't something you just messed around with. There will always be something coming your way--

The hound that emerged from the shadows wasn't one of the king's guards. He stopped a few feet away and stared down at Casimir. Casimir let out a pitiful warning growl.

"Sir?" The dog said suddenly and his posture relaxed into submission that shocked Casimir at first. Then, he remembered who this hound was: a former member of his "team."

"Fender." Casimir said with a very small movement of his head. "I've run into some trouble, it seems."

"It was always something you managed to run your way out of though." Fender said quietly, sitting down. "It's been a while."

"Yes... it definately has." Casimir looked up at Fender. "Is the camp still set up?"

Fender nodded, "We've stayed there since you left... doing odd jobs for even odder members of the cities around us. Why?"

"Well, I'm back. Let us just say that our team will be back together again."

{{Misc.}}

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[revenmoore]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: F29
Name: Fenalen
Breed: Rat
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Well, I was browsing through the available adopts and as usual I was looking for someone who just took my breath away. I think Fenalen here came pretty darn close to doing so. So I sat and thought for a moment wondering: Do I really need her? Do I have a use for her? Will I pay attention to her? Finally I realized I just couldn't be without her and I at least needed to try. I actually did find a use for her as well. My fursona Purity needs a little rattie friend to be a conscience of sorts. He needs someone to keep him in line and of course Fenalen seems like the perfect canidate. I need a mouse/rat for one, and then I wanted someone who had blue in them, but enough natural color that it wouldn't be a complete oddball. Plus just looking at her, she is absolutely amazing! Her splashing blue markings pop out against her tan and white pelt, and those blue eyes! She's just utterly perfect for myself and Purity. Now, onto what I would do for her. This question always kind of stumps me because I just can't think of anything new! On my last form I joked about braving zombies and paying tons of rares and very rares for the character. I suppose you could say that the circumstances are the same here too. I really am unsure how to answer what I would do for her.
Personality:
Fenalen is witty and sarcastic, but always concerned about everyone's well-being. She is very protective and loyal but isn't afraid to stand up for what she thinks is right. Although she can be rather mean and condescending sometimes she is usually very kind and easy to get along with. She is an advice giver even to animals other than Purity. She is always helpful and ready for anything. She is level-headed and stops Purity from having angry outbursts and rants. She is far more intelligent than Purity(which he secretly loathes) and often calls him 'stupid' or 'idiot' when he doesn't listen to her. She is known to occasionally have outbursts and rants of her own, but tries to avoid being pushed far enough that it happens.
Likes:
- Lettuce
- Carrots
- Sunny Days
- The Beach
- Anything to do with water
- Helping others
- Being in charge
Dislikes:
- When no one listens to her
- Rainy Days
- Dry and hot places
- Tomatoes
- Cabbage
- Dogs

History/Background:
Fenalen was born in a 'dream meadow' of Purity's. A dream meadow is basically a heaven that the fursonas/characters only have access to if their 'god' of sorts Tear allows it. She usually sends them there to teach them a lesson. Purity found Fenalen in the meadow when she was simply a newborn. Her mother took care of her until she was weaned and Purity was forced to visit her everyday. Eventually she was capable of being on her own and was transferred from the dream meadow to Purity's real world. Her and Purity are always clashing and fighting, but she usually comes out on top. She is always riding on Purity's shoulder and pestering him. She was actually once almost relieved from helping Purity but he reluctantly admitted that he didn't want her to leave and she decided to stay and help her friend, giving up a chance to have her own paradise. She is slightly in love with Purity, but knows it's completely impossible for them to ever be together.
Art:
I uh can't draw mice. |D
Other:
Thanks for the oppurtunity! I hope that Fenalen can at least find a home with someone this round if not me.^^

[Zeee]

I am looking to adopt...



Picture:


{ where i am }
Kennel number:
kennel 101 - kennel one-hundred and one

{ the basics }
Name:
jager

Breed:
akita dog

Gender:
male

{ yourself }
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
well, i don't just want it because of the beautiful revamp that aza did. i wanted it before, but never got a chance to write up a form. it was beautiful just as it was, but if i do have the chance to get this beauty- i will give him his own shiny thread, and a very special place in my heart, but since the revamp is the revamp; i'll probably order art of him only with his revamp picture. he caught my eye ever since, to be honest, the first revamp. simple, but it had much preciousness.

Art:
wip~

{ who wants to know? }
Personality:
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Likes:
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Dislikes:
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{ why does it matter? }
History/Background:
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Other:
hopefully i can get this done by the time the round closes though :c

[! october]

It's great to see another round open; good luck to everyone applying! Hopefully this round we can get a larger number of characters adopted.

[Thanks for cleaning up the list, Tiki; that really helps. :D]

[Tiikeria]

It's great to see another round open; good luck to everyone applying! Hopefully this round we can get a larger number of characters adopted.

[Thanks for cleaning up the list, Tiki; that really helps. :D]

No problem~! <3 I figured it might make your life easier. XD

[ChristainAnimalLover]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P88
Name: Sherako (Sure-ah-co)
Breed: Irish Wolfhound
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I want to give him a second chance and a good home! I will take great care of him, and love him forever!
Personality: A gentle giant, Sherako is loving and kind. He knows he's big, and does his best to do what is asked of him.(Still a WIP)
Likes: Salsa, peanutbutter, carrot, watermelon rined, sugar, peace
Dislikes: Grapefruit, kiwi(the fruit), fighting
History/Background: WIP
Art: WIP (Not sure if I can do this, I'm no at good drawing on my own with a mouse...)
Other: This pound is awesome!! Crit wanted!

[Auyn]

It's me, Chirai, by the way, i decided to change.

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P145
Name: Kira
Breed: Artic Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I would like Kira because she is an amazing character. You dont often see frostic (icy colors, with blues, greys, and white) characters up for adoption, yet alone one as beautiful and as finely designed as this. For this amazing girl, i will be sure to do as much as art of her as possible, and display her in my random doodles on my binder at school, and in my character thread.
Personality: Kira is tough on the outside, weak on the inside. Being the eldest of her many siblings, she grew up with a heavy weight set upon her shoulders and multitude depending on her. She learned to deal with her personal issues later, thinking that she would sacrifice herself for others. But she never expected the storm...
Likes: Kani enjoys a nice and easy bath in the large pond inside her pack's territory. She also enjoys hanging around with her bestest pals, Luna and Chanceler. Being in a new pack, she can tell stories of her past, and the tales frighten the young cubs that eagerly crowd around the lioness for tales of her adventure. Often, she will disappear for days, even years on end, leaving the pack to look for adventure and more lone lions that search for a pack.
Dislikes: Kani, being a type of feline, hates loud noises and rain. Water, yes. Rain, no. Despite her love of adventure, she hates being in trouble; feeling guilty is too much for her. Especially if someone was depending on her.
History/Background:
Kira leaped out of the water, splashing two sun-bathing wolves near her.
"Hey!!" The brown and white wolf growled, irritated by getting cold water in his warm fur. Kira giggled and laid down next to them. She rolled a bit in the desert sand, coating her damp fur like seasoning on some meat.
"Mm....this is nice....too bad we have to go tomorrow." She finally mumbled, closing her eyes.

"Yup. But i think it would be better after we go, don't ya think, Kira? I mean, Luna and I would have to take care of Old Marr if we had to stay. Just because he is our grandfather, doesn't mean we have to endure his obnoxious rambling all the time." The creamy brown male yawned, obviously relaxed.

Luna swatted the male's ear, "Don't talk about grandpa like that! He took care of us when we were pups, so why can't we repay him, huh,Chance?"

Chance growled, " I was kidding! Jeez, sis, take a joke!" He hissed and padded off. Kira shook her head and followed.

"Oh come on, Chance. She was kidding, too!" Kira leaped energetically and smiled. She nuzzled his cheek in reassurance. He smiled shyly and stopped.

"You're right. Think i should go apologize?" He asked. Kira shook her head. She wanted more time alone with her future mate. It was already decided, before she was born. She was glad that her mother had taken fond of Luna and Chance's mother, Chrystal, to make the final decisions. She loved him and he loved her. It was perfect.
Art:
Other:
She was stolen as a pup by humans, and she was contained in a zoo until a pack of desert wolves rescued her, even before she could open her eyes. She does not remember.

[Junsui]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
p92, please.
Name:
Fenrir, but he is called Sizzle as well, as a cute little nickname.
Breed:
Fire Canine Creature, mostly wolf genetics. People believe he is part thylacine, grey wolf, and fox.
Age:
16 in human years.
Gender:
Male
Weight:
120 pounds.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I want this animal because it is here without a home, and I have no idea why. It's beautiful, it's creative, and it's by Spotty, and amazing artist. I don't know why nobody would want this guy. I have to admit, that bull terrier was tempting, as I have two at my house as my parents love them and I adore their muzzles, but this guy really caught my attention. The colors go wonderfully together, and Fenrir would be a wonderful character to adopt. If I don't get him, I'm sure he'll go to someone who truly deserves him. He is handsome, for sure, so I'll bet that quite a few people are going to try to get him.
Well, I'm going to fight for him. He is very nicely designed.
The pose he's in and the art he is in may as well have made me choose him over others. I've always been a fan of Spotty's art, and I'd love to adopt him. Fenrir would be cared for. He would have art ordered for him, a spot on my character thread to be remembered until the day the Internet dies. I might even find another canine mix and beed it with him, and have fun creating mixed puppies and guessing their species, if that is okay with Spotty. I will PM her first if I decide to do that.

Personality:
Fenrir, or Sizzle, loves to take risks, be a daredevil, and have fun. He enjoys life and abuses his ability to create flames and run through them without a single burn, showing it off to females and his friends, or anyone who he feels like making jealous. He is over-confident, which may be a good thing at times, but it often leads to his defeat at something, and it is a large weakness of his. His marking glow when he is using his powers, a very good light in the dark.
Likes:
Fire, lava, power, fun, life, his friends, his family, danger.
Fire;
He adores fire. Everything about it. He can touch it, roll in it, and even try to lick it, and it won't harm him from the powerful fire aura that emanates from his pelt markings. It makes him protected from any burns, and he has never known burns before, except for when he feels hot in the heat, but that can't be counted as a burn. He still feels heat like everyone else, and was born with extra sweat glands to cool himself off easier. After all, he has to be able to cool off quick.
And because he is protected from any fire wounds, fire is one of his favorite things in the world.
Lava;
He can actually swim in it, but he's never seen a volcano, nor heard of one. But he loves mountains.
But, unfortunately, he has never known what a volcano is.
Power;
He isn't greedy for it, but it feels good to have it. He tries to be generous, and he likely will never rise to power in anything, but he can still dream. Nothing can stop him from dreaming. Freedom is his right, and he would rather die than not be free.
Fun;
He loves having fun and enjoying himself. He is optimistic and carefree, and loves to have fun any way that he can. He prefers to have fun with his friends, but fun is fun, and he can enjoy himself almost as much alone. He is definately fun-loving and not a good friend to have if you dislike going out.
Life;
WIP
Dislikes:
Rainstorms, water, pain, fear, defeat, jealousy.
History/Background:
As a pup, he lived with his mother and father out near a forest, by some rivers and lakes and near some mountains. Being between the middle of everything, he never had to wonder what something looked like or what a certain color was like. He saw the purple, red and orange of the sunsets, the brown, grey and gold of the mountians and hills, the green, blue and yellow of the swamps, and the other colors of the creatures lurking in the forest that occasionally came close to his family's den before being driven away by his father.
His father. He was his idol. He loved his mother, but she was too worrysome and neat to be his idol. His father hunted, defended, and howled. His father knew the second when an animal knew it was about to die, as he had seen his prey have that look in it's eyes. He knew by the certain smell of smoke when a forestfire was about, and he tried not to pick fights, but got into many. At first, his father did not know what to do with his son, especially when he followed him out on his hunts, but eventually learned to love him and teach him the ways of living.
His father, however, couldn't live forever. Caught in a forest fire while hunting, his life ended. But Fenrir's mother did not have the courage to break it to her son, and simply said he must have gotten lost. Fenrir was almost ready to leave his family and search for a mate, and no doubt he had been making the most of his time with his father. Wondering where he had gotten lost, Fenrir went out to search for him when his mother turned her back. He located the forest fire on accident by following his father's scent, and ran away. But he could not escape the swiftness of the fire. It caught him, but rather than burning him, something strange happened.
Fenrir had always been used to heat, and had once gotten his tail on fire by accident and never noticed until his mother put the fire out. Strange, faint orange and red stripes began to appear on his pelt, but he paid little attention to them. He never knew what power they had.
Rather than burning up to nothing but ash and bone, he survived. His markings shone and appeared completely, forced to develop to help him survive. He was able to dash through the flames, and look for his father. Shocked for the moment when he saw his father's bones on the ground, truning black and grey, he cried. It took a while before the fire was put out by rain, but Fenrir's spirit was put out as soon as he had found his father dead. He stayed there, mourning, for the whole night, until his mother found him, terrified thinking that he was dead. But he was far from dead. When he first had entered the flames, he felt more alive than ever before.
But now, he felt like a ghost. Empty, nothing but an invisible wisp of spirit. His mother gently guided him home, promising herself to ask him questions about his survival once he recovered. He eventually told her, but he left the den the day after because he couldn't handle how much it reminded him of his father. He ran away, but before he did his mother woke up and he was forced to tell her and run before she decided to follow. He ran off into the horizon to learn how to deal with his new power and how to live with himself after his father was dead.

Fenrir found a nearby farm about 15 miles away, and testing his poor hunting skills, he happened to catch a fat and slow chicken with luck. He pulled off it's feathers and ate it, then laid out in the sun for a few hours to digest the food. He heard a creaking door noise. To his horror, a shocked farmer ran out with a broom and wacked him with it several times until he finally had the strength to get up and run. Whatever have I done to you?! He thought, as he had originally intended to be kind to anyone he met on the journey. Even though he ran, the farmer followed him and beat him until he was bruised and hurt. As the farmer ran away threatening him, Fenrir couldn't take being treated like that and lost control.
You're not getting away.
Making a protective barrier of flames rise around him, he chased the farmer faster than before even with his beat-up body. He tackled the farmer down and watched him burn to ashes. He stood up and let the flames die in the cold breeze and looked down in horror. I'm a monster. A murderer. What have I done? He thought, looking at the pile of ashes in fornt of him. Tears collected in his eyes, blurring his vision. I have to get away. Before anyone, anyone, who knew the farmer comes. I'm sorry. So sorry. You can hate me, wherever you go in death. He thought, and ran away into a forest. He snarled at himself. Let's hope I don't burn this down either. Murderer. That's what I am. A monster.
A monster.

Art: Wip. Is it required? Of course I would be willing to draw some for him, I was just curious.
Other: None.


I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
f49
Name:
Moxie
Breed:
Tasmanian Devil
Gender:
Female
Age:
16 in human years.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
She's a cute little Taz. Adorable. I saw her and wondered why she was in the "freak" section of the thread, as she looked normal to me. She looks like she's begging for atention. Not all Tazmanians are what people think they are, they look like sweet little marsupials with cute faces that make loud noises. She can be a little bandit, though, just so it shows she has a little bit of mishief up her sleeve.
Personality: WIP
Likes: WIP
Dislikes: WIP
History/Background: WIP
Art: WIP
Other:


I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: p74
Name: Sunrise
Breed: Scene Wolf/Terrier/Fox Mix
Gender: Female
Age: 15 {human years}
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: The way she looks and how she just gives off personality. She just looks as if she knows she's different and not perfect, but doesn't care and knows that nobody is perfect. That everyone has flaws. She looks happy and somewhat girly, but I know there is definate intelligence and thought behind that cheerful smile.
What will I do for it? Almost anything. I will write stories, and she will have a crush on one of my characters, not my fursona. She will have a spot on my character thread, and will be loved dearly until CS or the Internet dies. Whichever comes first, which will hopefully not happen for a long time. Like any new character I get, she will snag herself a spot on my Featured Character section of my character thread. Sounds weird, but I love her enough for that. I love her design, and I don't want her to sit here with nobody to take her. I want her, and I will try my best to get her.
Personality: Sunrise has problems. Just like everyone else, she says. But unlike everyone else, she hates herself for them. In fact, she could come up with more reasons to hate herself than not to. So she does. Her voice has problems. She stutters. Quite often. She gets angry and grumpy easily. She cares about if people like her or not. So she's different. She doesn't care, because everyone else is too. She just hates her flaws on the inside. Her voice, when she doesn't stutter, is beautiful, and melodic.
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other: WIP

[Everett.]

I am looking to adopt and love....


Kennel number:
#101

Name:
Zenith
'The point in the heavens directly above you'

Gender
Male ( ♂)

Age

Breed:
Akita dog.
Info on the Breed.

Why do I love him/How will I use him?
Oh, where do I begin? When I first saw this gorgeous pup, I fell in love. Everything about him's perfect; his simple yet appealing design, his adorable,chubby little face and body, the beautiful art. While I'm not very interested in animal character's anymore, this little guy instantly caught my eye. I've had very little canine characters, and never an Akita of any sorts, so I thought this would be a great new change to my typical Anthro and Human characters. Zenith here has stolen my heart. <3
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I'll be using him in many ways! I'll use him most, I'd say, in art. He'll be great practice for improving my canine-drawing skills, (in which I have none, haha) so he'll be doodled and drawn all the time by me. Much, much art will be ordered for this darling as well! Stories will also be written for him by me, of his adventures and daily life, and posted here on CS for you to read if you'd like. He'll be stealing a spot on my character thread to be displayed with love and pride, and he'll for sure be loved by me forever, never to be forgotten or sold. He'll become friends with anouther character of mine, found here and I'll create him a nice mate when the time comes.

Personality:

Likes:
Stormy days, blankets, pillows, heaters, marshmallows, cartoons, music, being social, friends, love, sleeping, lazy days, flowers, cool days, summer, fall, sweet foods, cuddles, taking walks, eating, , climbing, being brushed, being clean, swimming in very shallow water, feeling brave.

Dislikes:
Spiders, loud noises, vegetables, yelling, being hurt, freezing days, hot days, too much physical activity, being woken up before 12:00, moving to new places, being alone, being ignored, not eating, missing lunchtime, being tied up, spicy food.

History/Background:

In depth

Art:

Other:
W.i.p <3