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Creature's Name: Cambie
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Preferences: Please don't change the design, gender, species or name. And make an effort to use her!
Link Art Link: My own
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

[To Kill The Necarae]

Pet's ID Tag: 103
Name You'd Choose for It: Balsa
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've always wanted a canine character, and honestly this is the first one that caught my eye. I love the markings.
History/Background/Other:

Species: Flop-eared greyhound
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0tLN22mMlU Stronger

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

Even though my muscles were crying out for a rest, I hurtled onward still. I wasn't about to give up, not yet.

It's a sad day when I can't beat the wind on its way homeward. It flew by my ears, my tongue hung out and my heart beat a rhythm that was none to easy to match. But yet, I threw my feet forward, letting them pound on the soft earth. Klump-Klump, Klump-Klump.

Why I even bothered running, I wasn't sure. It wasn't like I competed in any races. My master said it was a sin to gamble. And the farm was prosperous. Not like we needed any money. Maybe it was just the strange Man who's been coming to the farm. He said I had "Talent" "Spunk" and "Speed". What this meant, I was not sure. But this Man was eager to race me.

The gates of the farm were much more physical and stronger than the gates of thought.
Owwwww.

_____________________Later_____________________

So this was it, then. If I could run this, I could race. I danced along at the end of the leash, recalling how many early morning and late evening runs had led to this moment. With the master in his death-bed, the only hope of bringing money to the farm was my racing skills.

We entered the makeshift track. I whined and strained too and fro on my leash. Man holding my leash reached down and clipped a strange basket over my face. I pranced backwards, trying to shake the strange box off my face. It created a draft, most unplesant, about my nose and mouth. Man came after me as I backed away, trying to catch some part of my skin and move me to the makeshift start-box.

I gave my head a final shake, and with the acceptance that this was another of Man's silly hinderences, trotted over to the starting gate. This gate was physical too, made from the same stuff as a farm gate.

He locked me inside, and just as I had practiced, I stood ready. With a fake cry of "Bang!" the door opened and I took off. Man said I must be self-motivated, and pay no heed to the silly drag-toy that was in the ring. He said that I must, instead, surpass the toy and run ahead of it. I loped at first, then took on the fast sprint. Just as the days when I ran for fun, I let my mind wander and my heart bang out its racing rhythm. Klump-Klump, Klump-Klump.

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.
That-That-That-That Don't Kill Me
Can Only Make Me Stronger

Ka-Thump. Ka-Thump.

My heartbeat sped up. I could see the crowds cheering in the stands. They were chanting my name! Faster, they called, faster! You must run faster! Blind to the world in my fantasy race, I threw myself ahead with determination like no other. I could win this, I could win this! The screams of pain in my muscles was not enough to stop me now, no, not when I was about to win!

I could see the finish line, I could smell the roses. I could see the look on my masters face when we won the purse.

Right as I crossed the finish line, my fantasy merged with reality in an unforgiving gate. I hit it head-on, the crash tremendous, viable injury sustained on both sides. As I lay in the dirt whimpering, my heartbeat threatened to deafen me in the absence of others.

Klump-Klump-Klump. Klump-Klump-Klump.

Man came over, clicking his tongue.
The sound of a very real gun, then stars shooting inside my stilled heart.

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

[texaco]

I can has a work in progress? Obviously not done yet XD

Pet's ID Tag: #103
Name You'd Choose for It: Tayari (means 'provide' in Swahili)
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've always had a soft spot for Salukis, but, sadly, there aren't many designs out there for 'em. This pretty little girl caught my eye, and, even though I scanned up and down the page quite a few times, she was the one I always came back to. I realized she could fit in perfectly in a plot I have forming.
History/Background/Other: [coming, I swears]
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[EarthStar]

Pet's ID Tag:#68
Name You'd Choose for It:Ariel
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:
Personality
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
WIP

[MerryEaster]

Ooh I want 68, but I usually dont win in adoptions, so Im afraid to...

[iPawki]

{ Pet's ID Tag }
#68

{ Name You'd Choose for it }
Constance

{ Gender }
Female

{ Reason You Want It }
I've already adopted one of Syra's designs, but they're so gorgeous, I love every single one. <3 I love the usage of gray on her design and I just love love love the pretty swirls. :3 The eyes were also a very nice touch to her, and I love the simple accessories. She's gorgeous and just the type of character I would want. I also adore how one ear's color is "inverted" with the other one. Pretty wolf is pretty. ^-^

{ Theme Song }
Viva la Vida- Coldplay
(all quotes from the song)

{ Personality }
She never trusted. No one could gain her friendship. Constance was so quiet and so shy that no one rarely ever saw her.

The younger children feared her: they believed she was some type of ghost, maybe even a robot, just slinking back into her corner of... emptiness.
The older ones thought she didn't have a soul. She was beautiful, no one could deny that, but she was just such an ice queen, clueless to the social world and caged in a world of quiet.
But anyone who knew Constance would know that appearances can be very deceiving.

If only they had let her tell them the truth, about the monastery and its dark secrets. But the orphan couldn't.
She could have been a Joan of Arc, but instead she hid in her conch shell, awaiting the cry of the ocean-
Something that would never arrive.

Constance is always, constantly, trying to figure things out. Everything in the world is a huge puzzle to her, and she is always that one step closer to solving it.
But no matter how hard she tries to solve the problem, she is always that one step away from her parents and their fading smiles.

{ Background }
"I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing: be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field..."
Cold, stormy nights.
The monastery always felt empty and somber when the rain fell.

And then was Constance, only a tiny child then, hiding behind the door, spying on her parents. They were the guardians of the monastery, and Constance always heard them argue over the silly matters and the important ones.

What happened to her parents?
In moments they died, fallen into a pit of endless darkness, fading light.

And sadly, it was not a peaceful death.
Constance saw it all: it took her words away, and she almost never spoke again.

Thunder shook the monastery as she watched them fall,
death reapers took their souls away.

And all they left were that halo and the heart necklace.
And all they left was Constance, who fell to the hands of greedy orphan masters and their wishes and ambitions.
She had no choice but to fall onto her knees, hoping, wishing, for her parents back-
For the impossible.
-------------------------------------------------
"Just a puppet on a lonely string..."
She was always a teacher's pet.
Spending days in the church, writing, reading, studying, it didn't matter what she did, it just mattered that her mind was on something.

All the lonely orphan needed was her own company, even if it pained her to be teased by other children.
She wouldn't listen to their mocking voices. When she really needed to block out their noise, she would just recite her parents names slowly, slowly, and slowly their words would turn to whispers in a winter blizzard.

But then there was one child who treated her like she was a real person. And,treading through the snows of hardship, she found faith. Faith, faith. Faith was the girl's name, and she brought Constance on her feet.

Constantly.

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

[eiralune]

Pet's ID Tag:39

Name You'd Choose for It: Xinatra (Xina for short.)

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It: Simple, but beautiful, I love it. The first time I saw this cat, I passed her up looking for something better, but I came back a few days later, actualy getting a better look at her. I be very pleased if I won her.

History/Background/Other:
Dear Diary,
Today was the hardest day of all, and I mean it this time. While mother and father were out taking a walk, I had to do the chores. Mother told Ceceilia to help me with the chores, but she just sat around and watched me leisurely. I swept up and made the dinner, Cecelilia was just sitting there, making everything dirty again. When mother and father came home, I began to tell them what happened. But they didn't pay a lick of attention to me! None! I just stumbled into my room, and here I am, well, i guess goodnight.

~Xinatra


Dear Diary,
Well, I guess today was abit better, Celelila went off to boarding school! I'm abit happier, but I have to do more work, hers plus mine. My parents are helping out, alittle bit more, but not much. Well, we'll see how my life plays out.

~Xinatra


Dear Diary,
I so scared! I can't fine anyone! I looked EVERYWHERE! I'm starting to hear sounds....Theres pounding on my door! Help......(faint scribbles)




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

[MixMatch94]

I hope its okay that I revamp my own donation ^^; Her last revamped was on September 11(which is more then two months right?),so I think its okay now for an new revamp. I hope the new look helps her out a bit X3

Kennel number #28
Old image
Revamp version
where you got the lineart http://candywhiskers.deviantart.com/art ... -179784208

[Coali]

Pet's ID Tag:
68
Name You'd Choose for It:
Felicity
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I've seen some designs by Syra, and I find them completely amazing, captivating, and creative. I love the overall design, along with the colors. The swirls and patterns are very pretty, and I like how she looks petite and delicate. And yes, I realize by saying all of this, I am practically just restating how beautiful she is, but who can't?
Personality:
History:
WIPplz<3
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[•Bliss•]

Is it possible for me to take #90 and #93 back? They haven't been adopted for quite a while,and I would rather have them back, because I'm not sure if anyone would like to adopt them.