Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Zeee]

I am looking to adopt, love, and cherish...



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Kennel number:
kennel P35 -- P thirty-five

Name:
devyyn
[ pronounced deh-vuh-on, as in 'devon' ]

Breed:
unspecified scene wolf

Gender:
female

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
first of all, she is stunning. for not very many colours, and the signature scene look, she can sure give me some joy. usually few-coloured characters don't interest me, but something sparked with this girl and i. when i thought that she wasn't going to be put up here, i was quite upset- and didn't think i'd have any other chance to get her. well.. i suppose i'm being pretty straightforward there, huh? we could get into the real dramatic detail of why she is already so special to me.
...her design sort of reflects on how im feeling with my life right now, how cliche it might be. i'm not the happiest person in the world right now, and won't be for a long time. i guess that's how life works, but somehow she- i know this is stupid, because she's only pixels and such...- and her design have a dramatic effect on my life. very muchly somehow... i know how stupid it sounds, but she helps me feel a bit better about myself.
yeah, yeah, it's been said many times before that someone just loves a character so much and that it reflects their life, blah blah blah, but half the time those people are lying;
i'm going to take a second and promise i am not one of those people.
she is beautiful, completely stunning, and.. just.. i have no idea what to say. just... gorgeous.






Personality:
wip

Likes:
wip

Dislikes:
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History/Background:
wip

Art:
wip

Other:
nothing :3
[i know mostly all of this is 'WIP', but im feeling a bit 'under the weather', as you could say, and don't really have the strength to continue this right now]

[crazy cranky critter]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:


You hear a voice so deep and rich it could full the seams of earth...

Kennel number:
"Look, I don't really give out my location. But my current placement goes by the code 'F65.' Good on you if you can figure that one out."

Name;
"Names, they are horrible things. They do nothing but label you and allow people to pull your strings like a puppet. But if you insist on putting a label on me it should be 'Lacuna,' which you should note is said 'luh-kyoo-nah.' It means pause. Though don't think I'll always respond to this. It's just a word for those who feel the need to label me."

Breed;
"Hah, a human like you might say I'm an angel. But trust me, that is just a cute word your weak race tries to caption me with, once again."

Gender;
"My, my. You humans really never learn. You want all this fine trivia about me, but really, you do not need it. Even though you seem to think knowing something as simple as my gender will help you understand me, it simply won't. Ok, honestly, if I tell you will you be content? I don't have one is the truth. I am neither male or female. I don't have anything what so ever that identifies me. You see, I do not need to breed, there is only one of me, I do not need someone of the other gender. Therefore I don't have one myself.

Why do you want Lacuna;
"Of course, all humans are drawn to me. That is your way, you see. Your species wants to know me, look after me, love me, glorify me. But it's better not to."

As Lacuna mentioned, I am truthfully drawn in to them. Even at just a small glance the design is immensly beautiful. It's colours are appealing to the eye and it's unique features are perfectly formed. Not only is this creature appealing to the eye, it is also appealing to the mind. Just the sight of it makes my mind delve a bit deeper than my usual shallow thoughts. That is something rare in characters. Something rare, but absolutely desireable. So I came to the conclusion that this character was just something I needed to think about, needed to have.

What will you do for Lacuna;
"Humans have little to offer me. I already have unfathomable years of life, deep knowledge, strength. Although your souls are quite delightful to tamper with and your art forms do humor me."

I will treasure Lacuna. Visual art and literature is certainly the start of the list. Lacuna's fine form deserves to be blazed on as many bits of paper and across as many pixels as possible and they will certainly stirr some inspiration for writing. Honestly, I don't think any amount of spoiling will be high enough for this fine character, but I'll do my best.

"Yes, little human. Yes you will~"

Personality:
"That, my under-sized friends, is something for you to work out yourselves. Hopefully you have at least seen I'm a being who has a respectable intellect... which is more than can be said for some."

Lacuna is a thinker. Most everything they say has at least a small amount of purpose. They take deep interest in philosophy, exploration of the mind and arts. They are conserved and tend to offer up little when asked frivilous questions, although may have more on offer for those who can think up a worthy query. Lacuna holds little value in material properties and considers the mind, intellegence and creativity to be the richest substances in the world. In this way they could be considered more of a spiritual type being. Nothing with them is ever crystal clear and is often open to interpritation, which is the way they like it.

Likes:
"Human, human. Your questions are still coming? Please sit down, I'd much rather have a lengthy discussion about something more interesting."

Lacuna doesn't like any material objects, save for pieces of art. Although these are considered a pitiful translation of the human sould onto one of the many un-needed objects in life. Lacuna has a vivid fascination with humans, although this may not be entirely obvious due to their seemingly low view of them. Lacuna also like all forms of movement and sees them as the best expression of the mind. Be it sharp, violent movement or soft gentle ones, they love them all. They also adore music, especially music without words to it. Their most appreciated music is music which you can also feel through your skin via vibrations or the goose bumps it gives people.

"For a human, you have done a remarkably good job of trying to define me. I congratulate you, although I do not feel words can capture me, you are better of meeting me. Something that most likely will not grace your life time."

Dislikes:
"This is not for me to judge. If it was, it still wouldn't be for you to hear. Being negative towards things can hurt people more than you think, so should I dislike something, ever, it will be kept in my mind, far out of your reach."

Lacuna doesn't seem to dislike things, just appreciate them less than others. The general assumption would probably be that they don't appreciate shallow thinkers very much.

"Ah, little human. Everyone has their place in the world. Whilst I may not be able to converse very deeply with them they provide material for me to think about. They also demonstrate how simple people can be amused by simple, frivilous things."

Story:
"Even the most meaningful words are shallow, human. Images can burn deeper, but they are still shallow. Even they very subtle movements that show who a person really are have little value."

Other:

This is a rather large work in progress, but I think I'm out all of tomorrow, so I just wanted to post it anyway.

[! october]

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[perros1234]

I am looking to adopt...
Mirage

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(Okay in Italics in just Mirage speaking, if you just want a straight foward answer look for the no-ilalics. Oh and if you do read the part of him speaking I must warn you, Mirage is a little on the rude side, just a warning.)

Kennel number:
Already asking personal questions, humans never get enough knowledge do they? I suppose I should tell you, if you must know for now I can be found in kennel F65. Though don´t go intruding my privacy. Really don´t even try.
F65

Name:
Nosy, Nosy aren´t you? Well I have been called many, many names in my long life. I have been given too many names to remeber though there was one name that stuck to me, Mirage. Though if you must you can call me oracle.
Mirage, though his nickname is Orcale, I know it has nothing to do with mirage.

Gender:
Human, I find it quite insulting that you cannot even tell me gender. I am offended by you. If you must know my gender I am male, though I don´t breed, so don´t even think about trying to match me up with some other female.
Male

Breed:
Now you are really annoying me, is my species not obvious? [ /i]
Actally Mirage´s species is unkown, even he doesn´t know it. Though Mirage will never admit that to anyone, see?

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
[i] Right here you know, I am not a thing that you can simply claim! I am not your little pet!
Why I want Mirage
Okay, there is just a simple reason. Very simple. Mirage displays such a dramatic air,though slightly hostile. The second I saw him, Mirage´s personality came flying right to me. I Iove having characters with such a strong personality. They make great characters to write about, since they have such uniqye personalities. And okay I admit that his markings are probaly the most gorgeous thing I have seen, I´m dead serious. The markings on his back is so dramatic. It honestly reminds me of a storm. I know I know. Though it seemed to have a mirage effect. Thus his name. Oh and the nickname, Orcale I just thought it suited him. The colours fit beatifully, adding a touch of neon here and there. I almost feel as if I need him.
What I´d for for Mirage
Most of my character go onto my character thread, though occasoinly if I feel that one of my characters deserve a special thread for themselves I make one. Mirage is one of those characters, that stir something in my and touch me. Oracle(Mirage´s nickname, I use it because I feel affection to him) is one of those, he deserved a full thread forhimself. His very own thread, just for himself. That thread would include all the fanart I can afford and make. He will also get some stories. I enjoy writting so I´ll write as much as I can for him. You can garentee Mirage getting spoiled, spoiled rotten. One more thing, I do think even someone like Mirage desevers a friend. And I have a character just for that. Though believe me, Mirage will not be a companion for her. Mirage is his own character.

Personality:
Haven´t you got an idea yet?
As you see Mirage is quite, quite rude. So don´t be offended. He speaks like that to everyone. Okay, Mirage is quite a rough guy. He tries to push others away from him and not get close to anyone or anything. Why? Mirage does it for a very simple thing, something from his past.
Hey! Slow down! Those are my secrets that you found out on your own and you have to keep them. You can´t go blabbing them around everywhere!
Anyways one time, the first thing he saw was someone that he instantly treasured, meomirzing their face. That person betryaed him. Soon Orcale(his nickname) preffers to be on his own. Or with one super close friend, called Loyalty. Those two are so close, even if Mirage will never admit it.
WIP

Likes:
Do I really have to answer this?
-Being with his friend, Loyalty
-Silence
-Storms
-The Northen Lights
Dislikes:
Beware there is a lot here
- Loud noises
WIP
History/Background:
WIP
Art:
WIP
Other: This is a huge WIP and I will finish it as soon as possible.

[Tiikeria]

..."I believe the future is only the past again,
entered through another gate." |}
...A r t h u r W i n g P i n e r o |}

...B a s i c s |}
...N u m b e r |}

Kennel P Seventy-Four
[ P74 ]

...N a m e |}

Micah
[ "Who is like God" in Hebrew ]

...N i c k n a m e s |}

None

...G e n d e r |}

Male

...S p e c i e s |}

Dingo
[ Canis lupus dingo ]

...A g e |}

2 years old
[ As compared to an average dingo lifespan ]

...B i r t h d a y |}

August 29th

...R e a s o n i n g |}

God, what do I say about Micah? He's amazing, and not just in looks, but in his ability to make my muse come to life. The moment I saw him, I was in love; his reddish brown coloration speaking to my inclanation to natural designs, and his neutral expression speaking of his out of touch existance, up until his journey. A story was born, slighly off te main plot of Eye of the Storm, but yet still part of it. His story rides on the fates of Dusk, Labrin, Gypsy, Bear, Bourdeux…and the Facility; his gift guiding their success…or failure.

...U s e s |}

Like all my characters, he would get a home on my WIP character site, Aani Tiikeri. When I have the chance, I would happily shower him with art, and, of course, he will have a place in my working novel, Eye of the Storm.

...D e f i n i t i o n |}
...P e r s o n a l i t y |}

Micah has been trained to remain stoic, devoid of much emotion, however, he is quite possibly the most curious creature you may ever see. Prone to asking questions and researching things he wants to know about, Micah can easily get on the nerves if even the most calm of Elders. That may be why he was sent on this quest, to a land foreign to him, a land where his curiousity could be tested. His journey to the bayous of Louisiana wasn't an easy one, after allowing himself to be captured, then escaping once he had reached his destination with his strategic and cunning mind, but it did prove to be a profitable one. He finally understood the dreams, why he had been guided here; he had finally found his purpose.

...T r a i t s |}

•Stoic
•Curious
•Strategic
•Cunning
•Prophet

...L i k e s |}

•Tobias
His small, sparrow friend has proved to be an invaluable travelling companion, and guide to life in New Orleans. Micah is incredibly facinated by the stories Tobias tells, and the picture he paints of the world. Tobias also comes in handy when eyes in the sky are needed, or if a small space is between Micah and his answers.

•His gift
Having the gift of the prophet cannbe both a blessing and a curse to the young dingo; on one hand, he has knowledge that others don't, on the other there can sometimes be moments where he wished he couldn't see what was ahead, as, sometimes, it can't be changed.

...D i s l i k e s |}

•His gift
Like it was stated before, Micah dislikes his gift for the simple reason that the future cannot be changed in some instances, and it crushes him to know of doom, but unable to stop it from occuring, as once it has been fated, the fates are never kind to those who change it.

...F e a r s |}

•The Future
He fears the day he receives a premonition showing the death of a friend.

...D i s o r d e r s |}

•None officially, though some may argue his lack of sanity.

...S o n g |}

Powerless - L i n k i n P a r k

...P h y s i c a l |}
...W e i g h t |}

24 lbs

...L e n g t h |}

52 inches
[ Head-to-tip ]

...S c a r s & T a t t o o s |}

•None

...A c c e s s o r i e s |}

•None

...F a m i l y & H i s t o r y |}
...B i r t h p l a c e |}

Northwest of Alice Springs, Northern Territory, Australia

...M o t h e r |}

Alkina
[ Full-blooded Dingo ]
[ Living ]

...F a t h e r |}

Mirrin
[ Full-blooded Dingo ]
[ Living ]

...O t h e r |}

I'm so sorry I don't have a story right now. ;-; I have one in my head, but not written down.

[wibeke]

I am looking to adopt...
Lights will guide you home...
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Kennel number: F65
Name: Makani [Polynesian name meaning "wind"]
Breed: a spirit composed of mist and light. Her main forms are a large, dog-like spirit' and a firefly.
She may also appear as a grey tabby cat among humans.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: She's lovely. <3
Honestly, I just love everything about her. There's something really soft and calming and pretty about her. I love the soft glow of her design. It reminds me a little of fireflies or maybe a city skyline. I imagine her as a sort of spirit, and this just gives me so many ideas for her story and personality.
She's one of those characters that gives me ideas everytime I look at her. I was originally going to try and avoid going for her, as hard as that would've been, because I've been on vacation and didn't have any time to write up a decent form. The more i kept scrolling past her, though, the harder it was to just give up on her. I'm not sure how much I'll get done or if the form will be any good, but I just had to try.
What finally got me to try for her was the idea that she would also help me to develop Tempest, another character of mine that i've had for quite some time but never really found the right place to put him. I feel like these two would help to further eachother's characters and I would love to be able to write more about the two of them and their relationship.
I promise I'd draw her constantly. I don't currently have access to an art program and I left my camera at home, but I honestly can't wait to draw her. Even if I lose, I'd love to do some fanart. She has such a lovely design, i really want to give it a shot.
Personality: Makani is a strange, withdrawn animal. She rarely speaks, going quietly about her duties and doing her best to stay out of others' way. She knows her purpose and serves it well, never arguing or questioning the orders of those who outrank her. She'd happily give her life for a foolish cause if it's the wish of one she respects. She is a simple, humble creature.
Though by no means cold or emotionless, Makani is noticeably detached. She tends to avoid getting too involved with those she meets, offering solace where she can but investing little energy in the lives of others. Being the caretaker of the dead, Makani has learned to never get too attached. Nothing lasts, and a creature of her standing is in no position to change anything.
She tried to, once. Taking pity on a dying, overworked horse, she granted him immortality.
It's a mistake she'll never make again.
Normally quite calm, it's extremely rare to see the spirit get angry or upset. She gives the impression of being emotionless, never allowing even the slightest of frowns to cross her face. She is not allowed to be sad. It's not her job to get angry, or to mourn. It's not useful to her, it's not practical.
She's survived a thousand years performing her duty. She can't allow herself to dwell on mistakes or to so much as form a friendship with another. she can't beat herself up or allow herself to be depressed and angry. She is unable to pick herself apart and waste away like the dying creatures she attends to.
Emotions are not a luxury she can afford. thoughts and feelings and guilt will drive her insane. They'll make her useless.
That's what she tells herself. Makani is a master of coping mechanisms, quietly pushing her problems away to focus on her work. Despite her comforting presence, the spirit is in turmoil. She can tell herself that nothing matters, and to an extent she can believe herself, but slowly she's beginning to crack.
Because she can do everything she can to avoid her current problems, but she can't bury that one mistake.
One stupid mistake.

Likes:

• Silence- Makani has grown to love the quiet. She does her best to avoid the loud, hurried noises of human cities. She prefers to reside in hospitals or nursing homes- places she's most often called to. To the healthy she appears not as a spirit but as a bad-tempered cat. Only the dying can see her true form, giving her the nickname "death cat."
• The dying- The closest Makani has ever come to a friendship is with those who will soon leave her. The dying have no secrets to hide, and, in their last moments, are always in need of comfort. In the prescence of the living she's all but useless. Death gives her purpose. While she doesn't take pleasure in other's suffering, she finds her place in the middle of it.
• Tempest- The strange old draft horse she saved many years ago, Tempest is a gentle but confused creature. He doesn't understand why he's alive. Though he takes on a similar attitude to Makani, living for little else than to serve his purpose, he's noticeably more optimistic and kind. Makani admires these qualities, wishing she could take on a similar approach rather than choosing to push down her emotions.
  Even so, Makani regrets her descision to revive him. She knows the horse does not understand why he's still alive, left to a virtually useless line of work. She feels a great deal of pity for the fellow spirit.

Dislikes:

• The Living-

History/Background: The spirit stood, faintly glowing as she approached the boy.
He was young, perhaps five years at the oldest. Small and pale, a tiny creature swept up in a tangle of blankets and monitors. His breathing was faint, his small chest fluttering with each breathe. The spirit couldn't help but feel an ounce of pity, though such a feeling was immediately buried. As they always were. It's only a human child.
The little boy's eyes open slowly, staring at the strange creature that greeted him. There wasn't any fear in his eyes, he was fixated on the strange, calming appearance of the figure. His breathing slowed, the sounds of the monitors fading. A small smile came to his face.
And then he was still.
The spirit bowed her her head for a moment, whispering a short ancient prayer before seeming to fade away.

---

The animal was thrashing around, eyes wide is terror as his body began to fail him. He'd kick out for a moment, scramble hopelessly for a moment before climbing again onto three legs and crashing to the ground. The horse was terrified, letting out a screeching whinny as his legs failed him once again.
He had to get away, he had to escape. The man wasn't far off. He had to run away. Why couldn't he run away?!
The spirit looked on, the snow taking on warmer glow as she padded silently across it. The horse continued to scream, his eyes wide open but seeing nothing in his panic. Why can't he see me? the spirit had wondered, wondering closer to the animal's thrashing hooves in hopes of calming the beast.
The animal cried out, blinded by fear and pain.
He was dying. Cold, overworked and struggling on a useless leg, the horse was serving a death sentence. One far too long for the spirit's liking. Panicked and injured,, he'd die a miserable creature. Either the cold or his injuries would kill him, but not before he had wasted away, still oblivious to the spirit's prescence. She couldn't take it. She couldn't let him die out here.
The spirit whispered a spell, healing the horse and shaping him in much the same way as she was created.

WIP


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[.The Bootless Box.]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:

P90

Name:

Felicia (Fuh- leash-uh)

Name Meaning:

Feminine form of Latin Felix, meaning "happy" or "lucky."

Nickname:

Lisa (lee-suh)

Breed:

Scene Wolf

Crush:

Keenan

Mate:

No one yet

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

She is beautiful and She really spoke to me. i was just surfing through the adoption centers to see what might be open and stuff and saw her, i was like wow, she really spoke to me. I have no other way of putting it. I would and will fill out a form (:lol:), pay mula $ (Would), and jump through hoops (Hypothetically)and anything else you guys want me to do :3

Likes:



Dislikes:

W.I.P.

[.The Bootless Box.]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:

P141

Name:

Nalani (nuh-lawn-E)

Name Meaning:

Hawaiian name meaning "the heavens."

Nickname:

Lani (lane-E)

Breed:

Scene Wolf

Crush:

Not looking

Mate:

Not looking, you'd have to win her heart

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

W.I.P.

Likes:



Dislikes:

W.I.P.

[Queen Vivane]

I am looking to adopt...

This madness suits me just fine....

Picture:

Kennel number: P141

Name: Chaos

Breed: wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Choas caught my eye when I while I was working on my form for Solar Eclipse. I knew from that exact moment I loved her. The uniqueness of her design has drawn me and had me from the moment I started writing for her. I shall create art, order art and write for her and about her.

Personality:
Chaos lives for disorder and will do anything she can to cause it even if it means hurting an innocent she just doesnt care it makes causing chaos that much more fun. She is bit messed up in the head which causes her to see things nobody else can which drives her toward the brink of insanity which increases her power of chaos itself.

Likes: Causing chaos, loud music, madness, neon colours, other worldy creatures, blood,

Dislikes: Order, peace, being bored, humans,

History/Background: I looked at my reflection in the cool clear water, I examined my acid green hair enjoying how well it went with the dark base of my coat. "Now the question is what should I call myself?" I mused quietly dipping a slender paw into the shallows "now there a few names which would suit the colour of my coat but they are so common its tragic" I sighed. "Chaos" a voice whispered on the wind, my green eyes lit up and a delightful shudder ran up my spine, "it's perfect" I purred. With a grin I bounded off into the forest neon hair swaying as I ran, my green and white paws thudded against the ground and I enjoyed the wind rushing past me.

I skidded to a halt at the edge of the wood and stared eagerly at the town, "this is going to get good" I laughed. With an eager howl I summoned a storm of ashen clouds which drifted to float lazily across the ground, as the first white flake fell and landed upon my nose. I cackled as a soft gasp was uttered by a human female on the other side of the road, "this is very wrong its the middle of summer there shouldn't be any snow now" she whimpered. I padded out onto the road and simply touched my nose to it grinning as the tarmac slowly gave way to thick golden honey. I leapt off the road just as the tarmac beneath my paws turned to honey, I squealed in delight as a car drove onto the honey road and promptly became stuck fast.

I fell onto my back and laughed so hard I thought my sides would split. When I finally stopped laughing I made my way toward a nearby village the gates loomed ahead flung wide open welcoming visitors, there didn't seem to be anyone around. I grinned and trotted in I could hear window shutters bang open and closed in the wind, "Chaos this is madness make it stop" a voice called out to me. "This madness suits me just fine" I purred and carried on. "Take one more step and i'll" "you'll what Amethyst? Turn me to stone with your magic unicorn powers? Dont make me laugh" I snorted and trotted by the crystal adorned unicorn who stared in shock.

"Please dont do this" she pleaded, I ignored her and carried on trotting through the snow until I reached a fountain with a statue of horse mid rear in the middle of it. Closing my eyes I felt for the words that would rip the veil between here and the planes of Astra, "aravest larkem zaresh!" I howled out to the grey sky. "Yessss, it's been so long since I've seen this world through my very own eyes" a seductive powerful voice purred into my ears

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Other:

Theme Song:

To do list
Why I want and what will I do: Working on
Personality: Working on
History/background: Working on
Snazzing up the form: To do
Other little bits: To do

[s y n]

I am looking to adopt and adore...

Kennel number:
This lovely lady currently resides in kennel number F65, though I hope that she wil soon come along with me.

Name:
I have donned her Andraste. It's pronounced "on-drawst-ay" and is Celtic for victory.

Breed:
This wonderful creature is a "Farshara Atishan". It's pronounced, "far-shar-uh/uh-tee-shun". These two words are of unknown origin, but they are believed to be of an ancient wolven language, which translates roughly into "sky wolf." These wolves have the power to levitate and actually fly, though they do not possess wings. The females average to be about three feet tall, while the full-grown males stand at about four feet tall. Yes, they are incredibly large, and also very strong and fast. They are not creatures to be trifled with.

Why do you want her/what'll you do?:
The first thing that I noticed, as you do with all first glances, was her appearance. The lineart is beautiful, but the design... It took my breath away. I paused for a moment, staring at the screen and wondered silently, "How on Earth is this gorgeous creature still up for adoption? How in the world could somebody part with her?" Obviously, I concurred, it must've been a difficult decision, but I was much obliged to try and give this sweet 'lil lady a home to call her own. It sounds stupid and cheesy, I know, but as I sat and stared for a moment, I knew that I had to have her. I just had to. I would pour my heart and soul out onto this form, but I knew that words were cheap - no matter how hard I tried, somebody else would manage to come up with a catchier saying, or a nicer name, or a more thrilling backstory and would snatch her up instead of me. So I, disappointed, decided I would not try out for her.

But then a burst of inspiration hit me today and I thought; "Hey, what the heck? I'll try my best and even if I don't win at least I'll get an 'A' for effort, right?" Carefully thinking out each of my words, I tried to put my feelings into a soppy, muse-induced form that, though it would probably not turn out to sound nearly as thought-provoking and smart as I hoped, would maybe stand a one-in-a-million chance at victory. Hmm, interesting, isn't it? I'm hoping to win, and I have chosen the name 'Andraste', which means victory. I believe that could be an unintended pun, if you will, that even though it's extremely lame, will hopefully make you smile - even if only for pity's sake. However, the name was chosen simply because I think it's a beautiful name, and only the loveliest of names could suit the loveliest of creatures. The meaning 'victory' was only an added bonus, going along with the personality I have begun to think up.

I may not be able to draw anything digital apart from a stick figure - and even then you would probably have to squint and turn your head at an odd angle to understand what exactly it is I had drawn - I will definitely cook up some traditional art and order many of her. How could I not want to show her off? Such a beautiful design deserves only the highest-quality artwork. Apart from that, I would certainly place her upon my character page and write up a whole biography for her, along with a three-hundred-page backstory. Alright, so I was overestimating my writing skills just a little right there, but it'll definitely be much more detailed than what I will post on here, seeing as my post would end up being extremely long and tiring to read, plus somebody most likely would've already adopted her by the time I was half-way done, so I suppose I'll just have to try and win the judges over with the best I can do here.

Personality:
Andraste is extremely selfless. She puts everybody ahead of herself and no matter what, her satisfaction and her problems are always the very last to come to mind. Only once she assures that everybody else is happy will she attend to her own needs. She's very bounteous and amiable, and very few people have an easy time disliking her copacetic, easy-going nature. The young, admirable lass is quite co-operative and decodes her problems first with words - as she says, "Violence is a last resort, not a quick conclusion."

As you could probably tell from that last paragraph, Andraste does not like to fight. She hates violence and mindless killing and will do whatever she can to avoid it. She's often the mediator of such things, helping to solve the problems of others before it turns into a fight. She's calm and level-headed, with a great knack for problem-solving. She doesn't approve of any type of violence and believes in doing the right thing, no matter what, and if she has a choice in the matter, she refuses to allow an innocent to come to harm. She would sacrifice her own life if it would mean that a wrongly sentenced person would walk free.

As goes with that, Andraste is also a very sweet, loving girl. She loves the simple things in life, the idle pleasures. When comes to actually falling in love, she falls quick and she falls hard. She finds it very difficult to dislike somebody, even if they have done her wrong, and believes that you should always forgive and forget - this is due to her love for practically everything and everyone.

Likes:
• sunshine • happiness • justice • loyalty • kindness • love •
sweet things • singing • flying • clouds • pretty things • nature

Dislikes:
• darkness • murder • violence • sorrow • injustice • betrayal •
rudeness • anger • boredom • confinement • hate • arguements

History/Background:
{ when violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter, i'll taste the sky and feel alive again. . . . . }

"Stop it, both of you! Violence is a last resort, not a quick conclusion."
The snarling and growling ceased, and the two males backed away from each other with narrowed eyes. They had been ordered by someone of higher rank; It was either they obey, or face harsh punishment.
"Now, Bhelen, explain to me exactly what happened." Andraste asked, sitting down in front of the two. She was once again acting as a mediator, trying to pick out the solution to a problem as she always did.
The golden-eyed male cleared his throat. "Well, Keeper, I was simply trying to point out to Pyral that Yirashk never did in fact brave the Deep Paths, but instead sent out his top men to do so. Pyral took it to offense, and said that I had besmirched his family name by pointing out that Yirashk had been too weak to brave the Paths himself."
"Alright. Pyral, give me your side of the story."
"Bhelen is correct. He did point out that my great-grandfather, Yirashk, did not go through the Deep Paths. But, he had said it in such a rude way that I could not help but start an arguement. He says that Yirashk was weak, when really, he had simply sent out his top men in his place for the sake of his family. His wife was due to give birth at anytime, and he could not leave her and his unborn son, for if he were to fail, his whole family would be torn apart. He was a strong man for doing so."
"Backing out was not a reputable thing to do. Because of his cowardice, three of his top men perished. They all had wives, and two of these men had young sons and daughters, the other with an unborn daughter on the way. They stood up to try and save their people because Yirashk was too afraid to do it himself, and died when they should not have." Bhelen insisted, growling.
"Make one more comment and I'll--" Pyral began to growl.
"Silence. I've heard enough. Drop the subject. Bhelen, you are on guard duty in five minutes, yes? And Pyral, I believe you have a class of apprentice healers to tend to, with which you are two minutes late. Off with you both, attend to your duties." Andraste replied. It was technically an order, because she was of higher rank than the two of them, but she did not demand it, as that was not here way - she simply told both of the males respectively that they needed to go do what they were assigned to do.
Grumbling, Bhelen and Pyral both stood up and walked away in opposite directions. They may not have looked happy, but at least the arguement was settled and Keeper Andraste had managed to stop a fight before it had started. She trotted off on light paws, glancing up at the sky, her violet eyes bright. The weather was nice today; She decided she'd go for a short perimeter check, from the air of course. She sped up into a run, making her way over to the cliff that they used to take off from. Andraste ran to it at full speed and once she neared the end, she launched off of her hind feet, shooting herself into the air. Though she possessed no wings, the strange, magical power she did have allowed her to take flight.
She soared high over the clan's campgrounds, off onto the very edges of their territory. The slim, magestic vixen flew around the edges until she arrived back over where she had started. She dove down towards the cliff and, the minute her paws touched ground, she felt the odd sense of confinement that she always felt when on the ground. However, unlike most land mammals, she was not actually bound to the land - she could soar through the sky whenever she wanted, just like a bird. That knowledge helped to cut off most of the feeling, but it did not cut it off at the roots; She still felt it, though probably not as strong as the other creatures she knew who possessed no powers of flight.
"Andraste?"
At the mention of her name, the tall female dipped her head downwards, noticing three of the young'uns at her feet. She smiled. "Yes, Ladara?"
"Would you tell us a story, please?" the pup asked, tilting her head to the side questioningly.
"Of course. Follow me, children." Andraste lead the children into one of the huge, hollowed-out tree stumps that lie on their campgrounds. This one was used for storytelling. Each of the children sat down in front of her, listening intently. "What would you like to hear?"
"Could you tell us about how we got here?"
"The story of how we arrived in this land, Adaran Vala?"
The three pups nodded in unison.
"Alright. It all began in our homeland, the Dales. I was just a pup at the time, not much younger than the three of you. My mother was the Keeper of our clan, the leader. My father was a highly skilled warrior, the one who had warned us all of the impending danger the humans posed. We, however, refused to move camp. This was our homeland, the one that our kind had lived in for centuries. We were not going to flee just because a rumor that a few humans had become a threat reared up. We were wrong, though. We did not realize just how many there were. They were enraged at the fact that we had escaped from our lives as slaves, and they would not let us live in piece. They came in the hundreds and drove us from our homeland, and thus was the fall of the Dales. My brother had been killed as we fled, and I, being young, was terribly frightened. I hadn't a clue of what to do, and I hadn't a clue that my brother was dead; He had gotten separated from us before his death, and though my mother tried and tried to find him, her main efforts were put into protecting me, and protecting the clan. We lost half of our clan that day, including my father. Some had died, and some had been kidnapped, taken back as slaves. Though we have rebuilt and grown even stronger in numbers than we originally were, we will never forget the bravery that had been shown that terrible day, nor will we forget the many who died as we fled. The humans had enslaved us once, and after they drove us from the Dales, we were determined that we would be slaves never again. 'We are the Farshara Atishans; Never again will we submit. Never again will we be bound. This, we vow.'"
The three pups looked up at her in awe. "Wow..." the male who sat in the middle, Varsharn, gasped. "And now you're our Keeper."
She smiled and nodded. "Yes. After my mother died, I took on her role."
"That must've been really sad. You lost your brother and your dad."
Andraste chuckled grimly. "I was very upset, yes, but it was also a good day. The sun broke through the clouds and shone bright on those that had lived, and we knew we had finally escaped the bonds of slavery. The Creator puts us all on certain paths, and everything that happens does not happen in vain. It happens for a reason."

Art:
Work in progess. c:

Other:
Thank you so much for this opportunity, I really hope you'll consider my form as a potential winner.