Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Lady Masquerade]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 22
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Name:
Species: A Solor Wolf
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
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[Xanre]

Never mind. XD I don't have time (or inspiration/motivation) to finish.

[White_Wolf_Bane]

EDITING!
I would like to adopt!
Number: 17
Picture:
Name: Mizuki
Species: Fox spirit
Personality: Mizuki has a cheery yet shy personality. In large groups and crowds she tends to try to slip past unnoticed, and if she talks to strangers she is quiet and brevity in her speach. To those she knows, although still quiet quiet, she is loveable and kind. However, Mizuki seems to have a few flaws. For some reason, she seems to think that no one can do any wrong and trusts people too quickly; which can lead to desaster, as shown in the background. Lastly, Mizuki very rarely gets angry, and it is hard to make her so, considering the fact that she's so tolerent. If she is ever angered, however, she is a force to be reconed with.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Mizuki sat and watched as the sun sank below the distant mountains, leaving the sky colored with reds, pinks and oranges in it's wake. The loss of heat from the setting sun caused the air to cool down as it began it's daily transition into night.
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[~Wolf Chick~]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Wasp
Species: Smili
Personality: Wasp is a very defensive and protective young male. He is always ready for a fight if anyone, large or small, male or female try to do something that he obviously doesn't like. Wasp's big bulk makes some animals afraid of him and you would be if you just saw him fighting with a younger smili. But actually, once he's had a chance to calm down and relax, Wasp is a very outgoing and polite smili. This brightly coloured male does like to flirt every now and then but only with a female he thinks beautiful and funny. He isn't up for the whole dating game right now though but he does want a mate in the future but she must have good looks and a good personality.
Likes:
- Wasp loves to swim, he just loves it! You wouldn't really epect a big cat like him to swim but he does.
- He also likes his friends and he loves to race with them. Yes he is very competitive.
- He also enjoys a good lie down every now and then.
- He also loves thunderstorms.
- A good filling meal. His favourite food being water vole.

Dislikes: Wasp hates:
- Guns and all weapons.
- He hates silence, it makes him feel awkward.
- Scorching hot days, his fur being mainly black means he gets hot very quickly.
- He hates all humans.
-Waking up on an empty stomach.
Background (In her point of view)
"I guess you could say my life was pretty good before that thing that happened to my brother. You could probably say it was great. Me and my brother, Hawk used to race all the time, like brothers do. Yes he was younger than me and yes he was smaller but he was just so much faster than me! It was oustanding, it really was!
Well anyways it all started one morning, I think it was in the rainy season but I can't really remember. ANyways, my brother , as usual, was awake before me and he was just running around in circles outside. I slowly opened my eyes and he gave me this cheeky yet innocent smile which he would give everyone. 'C'mon Wasp, I bet I can beat you again today!' He bragged and me being the competitive thing I was, I accepted his challenge. 'We start here and we finish at the cliffside.' The cliffside was pretty far away but I was undeterred. 'Sure thing bro.' I replied to him. As we were lining up, we heard something...unusual.
BANG!
We both stopped and stared towards the water hole not too far away but we couldn't see anything. After awhile we just shrugged it off and began our race, I was ahead of him at the start and about half way I was still winning which I thought was so weird. A slowed down slightly to turn around but my brother was no where to be seen. 'Hawk?' I called over and over again but no reply. I searched through this tall grass and still nothing. I then heard another familiar sound.
BANG!
I gulped slowly as the sound was closer this time. I then saw two men holding large poles, they appeared to be guns of some sort and I then realised what had happened. Only moments later I saw one of the men pick up something from the ground. It was small, furry and very very familiar. My baby brother, was taken by those monsters and from that day onwards, I swore never to trust one of those beasts ever again.
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[kiriban]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:

Name: Tyson.
Species: Boxer/Great Dane mix. <3
Personality:
Very energetic and playful, though very kind and loving.
Likes:

Toy Balls
Tyson always loves a good ball to play with. <3

Herme
Tyson loves playing with Herme, his little rabbit squeak toy.

Kind and loving People
Because they love to play with Ty. He loves to roll around on his back as the kind humans rub his stomach.

Dislikes:

Small Insects
Such as bees, flies, grasshopers, and crickets. He finds them very annoying, and with his size ears, very loud.

Nicknames:
Ty or Ty Ty.

Background:
When little Ty was just a little pupster, he had already started to develop his playful and energetic personality. He's been bolting around since he was first born. He was born feral, meaning he was born in the wild, not inside someone's house. One of his favorite activities was rolling in warm, soft mud puddles. <3 He did it for hours, rolling in that rich, brown mud. He loved his mother and father, though if little Ty Ty stayed in the mud to long, or perhaps fell asleep in the mud, his parents would scoop him back up and lick him clean. They would then set him with his brothers and sisters to sleep. No one really knows what happened to his younger siblings. Many agree that they went off on their own as did Tyson, but that's aside the point. He loved his mother and father, as well as his siblings, and was devastated to see them go off on their own. Once it was his turn to leave, he took off that night. Before he left to journey to distant lands, some without the soft, rich mud he grew up having, he felt the mud once more, gently slapping his front paws in it. A single tear dripped down his cheek as he stared at that old wet mud puddle he enjoyed rolling in so much. He looked at it with a feint smile. "I'll miss you, sweet, sweet mud puddle", he softly whispered as he turned to the mud puddle. He then looked back to see his mother, father, and his little brothers and sisters all nestled up to each other. Another tear dripped smoothly down his cheek. "I'll miss you to, Mom, dad, siblings", he whispered, now turning back to the way out of their little burrow. "I'm leaving. This is it" He said, this time in a slightly louder tone as he shook in fear and excitement. Then, he was gone. Running down the wet, muddy paths.
And just as the dew melted early in the morning, he decided it was time for a break. He had no idea where he had run off to. He looked around and saw large cow pastures, and chicken coops. "What is this death trap I'm about to fall in to? There are cows, and chickens, and what's more, hogs!" He thought to himself. "But I must go on. There's no time for rest.", He thought with confidence . As he entered through the barn gate, making an amazing leap over it, he was greeted by several geese, and three little ducklings. "Hello!" They chanted. "Who are you...?" Tyson said staring at the animals surrounding him. He had no idea what these strange animals were. "We're the farm geese. And who might you be?" Said the large, white, majestic goose standing before him. "My names Tyson, but you can call me Ty", He muttered in fear. "Well, welcome to the farm, Ty!" Yelled the small brown duck. Then, all of the ducks spread to the sides of the fence, leaving a clear path in to the the farm. "Do you guys live on your own, or are you owned by someone?" Ty asked. "Naw, we're owned. But Boss doesn't like dogs, so you won't be able to stay out in the open where he might see you" Said the small mallard that was swimming in the pond. "Come down here where he won't be able to see you", Said the white goose, as he waddled down a large crack in the barn. Once in there, a large, old, brown duck walked out of the pond. "You cannot stay here", He bellowed. No matter where you hide, he will find you. The same majestic, white duck stood before him again. "I'm afraid it's true", she sighed. "Can I at least stay the night?" Asked Ty. "Sure!" Honked a few of the large geese. "Yesss, I guess I should go ahead and sleep then", said Ty. He then fell right to sleep. Early in the morning, he was awoken by the same large white goose he had talked to just the day before. "You have to leave! Right now!" They all screeched. "Whoah, why?" Ty stuttered in confusion. "The farmer will see you! He's coming to clean out the chicken coops. He'll see you on his way out! You gotta go", They yelled. "Okay, then do you mind helping me over that fence over there?" "'Course!" They shouted. Then, Tyson leapt over the fence. He was then on his way, once again. He arrived at a small hut in the thick woods. Inside, he saw a small girl and her mother, both crying. The girl inside had lost her house and most of her belongings to a raging forest fire. All that she had left was a small bear plush. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Just then, she heard the door open slightly. She looked and saw a small muzzle peeking out. She quickly grabbed her mother's hiking stick, thinking it was a wolf or a coyote that might raid them of their food, she slowly crept towards the door. Once she had opened it, she realized what she saw was no wolf or coyote, it was a large dog. She dropped down and hugged the dog around the neck. "Mom, mom! It's a dog! Can we keep him?" "I suppose", Giggled the mother. She picked the dog up and hugged it. "Is this what family feels like? Is this what it feels like to truly be home?"...

Picture you drew: Will draw one. ^^

[Rosalind]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: Tyson
Species: Male Boxer/Great Dane mix
Personality: Super hyper, a bit clumsy, very loving.
Likes: Red bandanas, Beggin' Bacon Strips, and chasing cats
Dislikes: Busy streets, being coped up, and being put on a diet.
Background: I was going to a home! Tyson thought and gave a jump and bark, the twoleged one who had come to visit him many times laughed and patted his head.
(Going to finish in a little bit.)
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[emgeal]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 16

Picture:

Proposed Name: Grist

Species: Restless Animal Spirit

Personality: He tends to be fairly silent, speaking only when it is important. It’s not that he’s nervous about the way his words will be taken, just that he has often observed that those who speak little are taken more seriously when they finally decide to speak.

Likes:Swimming, Creating things, Flowers, Pastel Colors (though he’s never wear any), and Being Immortal

Dislikes: When people ignore him, People who’s beliefs differ from his particularly about the afterlife, Graveyards, Complete Silence, and Loud Noises

Background: Grist isn’t sure how long ago he died. He knows he spent a long time walking the world, watching and being content to do no more. He was merely a shadow and had come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t influence the world around him any longer. There were other shadows that he had seen, similar to him, but he avoided them for the most part. He didn’t feel the need for their company. That is until he saw one interacting with others, a skull merged with its neck. Now Grist saw that the reactions were not pleasant, but the sudden desire he felt to once again affect the world was overwhelming. Even if it were only for a brief span of time he wanted to run and feel the grass beneath his feet to speak and have others hear. The first skull he found was that of a wolf, and so a wolf he became. Now he walks wondering at the simple things that many people miss. At first he can come off as wise, as he has been a silent listener for a long time. Once people get to know him though they will catch his dry sarcasm and attempts at humor. Despite his different appearance he rarely feels left out or outcast. He was the ultimate outcast and nothing else can compare. He thinks that perhaps he could switch species by removing the skull and picking up another, but he is terrified to try. What if he is once again trapped into being no more noticeable then a brief spot of cold on a sunny day?

A picture you drew: *Glares at requests* I might get something done for this… Maybe.

[MissRose]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Vespa (Wasp in Italian)
Species: Smili
Personality: Vespa is much like his design. He is usually quite a sweetheart, but is still a wild animal and has a nasty sting (bite). He could maul you in his take if he wanted. He's very inquisitive, but sometimes a bit broody, and when he gets that way, stay well out of his path.
Likes: Deer meat, running, roaring, growling, sharpening his claws, and the heat
Dislikes: Vegtables, pesky flies, the cold, and he will never eat a bear.
Background: Vespa has led a hard life. When he was barely a cub, his parents deserted him because of his coloring, frightened of him because they had never seen a Smili like him before. They were scared that his tail would turn into a stinger and he would turn on them all. A foolish fear, but a fear none the less. He was found by a Mother Bear with two cubs, and Mother Bear raised him as her own. That is why he will never, ever, eat a bear, and will defend them instead. Mother Bear cast him out after two years, as she did with her own cubs, so they could find their own places in the world. He wandered by himself for a while, and then he found another Smili, a young cub. The cub was sick, very ill, and as hard as Vespa worked to save him, it was too late. He is a grief ridden Smili, but that side of him comes out rarely. He would like a mate, and cubs too, so that he can be happy again, like he was with his bear family.
A picture you drew: Haha. I won't subject innocent Chickensmoothiers to my artwork.

[Lao]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 22
Picture:

Name: Sundance
Species: Wolf
Personality: Sundance is a creative and inspiring soul, even to her rare enemies. It's hard for someone not to like her because of her just welcoming appeal, and so many spend time with her. Her adopted mothers chose her out of so many because of her kindness, smartness, and sense of adventure.
Likes: She likes when the sky is darker and no sun shows through. She loves when rain finally falls from the blocking clouds and washes away dirt of the world.
Dislikes: She doesn't like a full-on sunny day. Sunshine is one of the many things she hates, and she wold much rather if sun was forever banded from the world she lives on.
Background: Sundance grew up in a life where there were no beginnings, middles, or ends, only just a point in life where she fit in. She was an orphan wolf, uncared for, unloved. She was stuck in a moment she couldn't get out of.

Her only wish in life was a wave length of hope, so she ran from the life she never knew.

(((((((Letting you all know, this is just a sample of what I'm doing for her. I will be making a long story that includes traveling and meeting other wolves, and finding a female couple who can't have pups, so they adopt her and some others. I may just edit this once in a while to start on the story while I can.)))))))
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[Magicly]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
Picture:
Name: Neon
Species: Domestic Dog
Personality: Shy, but really friendly, has a mild temper (but really hard to set off),
Likes: love to travel to the Alaska to see the Northern lights (story is about this), Enjoys sketching in his sketch book, Loves things that sort of stick out of the group like being diffrent, always loves having friends, also loves the rain
Dislikes: Normal colored things, grumpy people, unartisic people, he hates gossipers!
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.):
[center]Colors of purple, blue, green, and red danced in the dark sky of Alaska. Neon stared at the lovelyniss of it all. "This is so unreal!" he exsclaimed to his friend. A little ayrnu (i adopted from ..::Arcane Pass::..) looked up at Neon. "I have never seen any thing like this! It reminds me of my brother and sisters!" the ayrnu said. "Gus, does it still make you sad about being only dark grey, light grey, and white?" Neon asked with shame. Neon hatted asking Gus that. When he first met Gus, he was a sad little thing. Gus's family is all rainbow colored. All but him and his father. Gus use to hate being the second darkest in the family. His father was only black with white markings. Gus was just like his dad. Only he was light grey on the bottem of his body and dark grey on the top. With a white line that started above his eyes and trased down both sides of his body to the tip of his tail. "No, infact im not. Ever since i was adopted by Magicly I found out that no matter what color i was she loved me. Most of the famliy she has created out of diffrent kinds of animals are colorful like you. But I know she loves me alot. She doesnt care what i look like. But i think she loves my colors any way. Shes started to draw me alot," Gus finished with a smile. Neon nodded, he had heard alot of Gus's new adopter Magicly. She sounded nice. He would miss Spotty but he understood why he couldent stay. He looked up at the sky as the Northern lights danced around. He pulled his setch book out and started to draw with a speacial pencil that never broke. It was a early gift from Magicly, he knew he would have to give it back if she didnt get chosen to adopt him. He hoped who ever adopted him would love him as much as Magicly loved Gus. "I love that she gave that to you! She still hasnt given me any thing," Gus said as he watched Neon draw. "Im sure shes makeing it. But i asked her when she gave this to me and she said that in time you would get the best of them all!" Neon knew what Gus would get. He would get me, Neon thought. He only hoped he got to go home with Magicly. If he counted on it, it might not happen. Thats what she had told him. "That was nice of her to send us on this trip," Neon said to Gus. There was no awnser. Neon paused in his setch and looked at Gus. "Gus?" Neon asked. Gus was sleeping on the snow pile he had made next to Neon. "Hahaha! You crack me up," Neon whispered as he closed his scetch book. Then he snuggled around Gus.

The Next Mourning

Neon woke up, and looked at Gus. "Come on! We have to get back to the air plane or we wont make it home!" he said as he pushed Gus. Gus blinked a couple of times and looked at Neon. "Oh my gosh! What time is it?" Gus asked in panick. "I dont know! Come on run!" Neon said as he pick up his penciel and scetch book in his mouth."Neon i cant keep up with you!" Gus said with worry. So Neon layed flatt on the crystel snow and Gus latched on to Neon's dazzling fur. Soon the were at a raceing speed as the worked threw the forest that had led them to the area of the Northern Lights. "Neon i dont remeber this part of the forest," Gus said with a worried voice. Neon stopped and dropped his setch book, "Oh, no. I dont eather," he said. He sniffed the air. It didnt smell the same as it did yesterday! We are lost Neon cryed in his thoughts. But he wasnt gonna let down Gus! Soon the sun was high in the sky and Neon and Gus had no luck finding the area were they needed to meet Magicly. "Gus, we need to rest ok?" asked Neon as he layed down on the cold icey snow. "Okay! I wonder if Magicly is searching for use," Gus said painfully. Neon looked a Gus. He was crying. "Whats wrong buddy?" he said in a consired voice." I miss her so much right now!" Gus cryed. Neon had never seen any one cry. He felt horrible. I feel like its my fault we are lost he thought. "Neon? Gus? Darl'ins! Where are you!" shouted a familiar voice. "Magicly?!" Gus yelled. "Gussy! Honey is that you?" Magicly yelled as she came in to sight as she ran as fast as she could toward Gus. Once she got to him she swooped him up and hugged him. Neon got up and walked over to her. "Neon, hun, where have you been? WHen you guys didnt show up at the time we siad we would meet i started to worry!" she said. Neon noticed her eyes were red and puffy. Shes been crying too!But, he wasnt sure if it was Gus she was crying about or both of them. "I have been worried sick! Im just so glad you two are okay!" She said and bent down and hugged Neon. "Magicly, it was Neon that got us this far! He was so protective and hes so awsome!" Gus said with a loveing voice. "Did he? Some how im not surpirised," she awnsered. Then she looked and Neon. "I know i havent the memmo im really gonna get to adopt you. But i already feel as though your part of the family," she said with such loveingniss Neon was sad. What if i dont get to go home with her and Gus?"And Neon, Darl'in if you dont get to come with us and meet the rest of the family im sure there will be a even better adopter for you then me," she smiled. But, Neon didnt agree with her. "Come on lets get you back to the TANA," she said still cuddleing Gus. As they walked away Neon felt more loved then he had ever felt befor.

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