Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[kiriban]

I would like to adopt!
:::Number:::
Sixteen
(16)
:::Picture:::

:::Name:::
Shoteka
Meaning Sky
:::Species:::
Ibizan Hound
:::Personality:::
Sweet, loving, but a good person to have if you get in to trouble. Although he has a motherly instinct and tries to help whenever possible
:::Likes:::
Archery, Hunting, and feathers.
:::Dislikes:::
Failing, and not being able to help those in need.
:::Background:::
My family was very healthy and happy, all the time.
The only thing me, my family, and the rest of out town needed was for the Earth to keep rotating, the sun to keep revolving, the water to stay clean, the animals to repopulate, and our town to stay healthy and safe.
We begged forgiveness to every animal we killed, every fruit and vegetable we plucked from the trees or roots.
We respected each other like brothers and sisters.
But not anymore.
I remember it very clearly.
A large group of wolves invaded our little town in the woods.

~*~

They ran around in rage, kicking dirt everywhere, and knocking small huts of straw over.
I was foolish and stood up for my town.
"Stop wit this ruckus at once!" I said with a growl.
"What did you just say? Yer just a wee child, and you think you can just hollar at us and get away with it? Not a chance!" the middle, whom was the leader, growled.
I stepped back, but didn't back down. I was soon struck down by a slash in the chest. "Yer in denile of our powers, aren't you?" he said, pushing me down into the dirt with his paw. I felt so embarrassed. I swear my cheeks turned seven shades of red. My teeth bit down on each other, my eyes twitched.
But suddenly, I thought of my family, my friends, and my townmates. They were ALL in danger.
My eyes widened, my teeth loosened, and y fur turned gray again.
I stood up, leaving my whole body exposed, as if I wouldn't mind dying.
"Haha, giving up, aren't you?" He laughed. I stayed quiet, poking my self so that I wouldn't talk and put myself in more danger.
He lept to attack, but I simply dodged, and he hit a large rock. Every time he stopped because I dodged his attack, I would run and kick him, then run back.
He eventually collapsed. He and his friends walked back, snarling and growling.
But that night, I left. I was no kid. It was time for me to move on.
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I would like to adopt!
:::Number:::
Twenty Four
:::Picture:::

:::Name:::
Ara (Uh-Ra)
:::Species:::
Gray Wolf
:::Personality:::
Very playful, sweet and kind.
:::Likes:::
Exercise (i.e Running, jumping, hunting, etc.) and friends/family.
Dislikes:
Flying insects, bears, and loud noises (ex Gun shots, screams, etc.)
Background:
I was born to lead.
To be of a higher rank than anyone else in my pack.
But my parents should have known. You can't expect anything from birth.
When I was first born, I was praised by everyone in my pack. Elders, young children, and middle aged wolves.
It was too bad they did that for nothing, though the praise and loveI get now is better than any prize.
When I was one year old, my parents told me I could go out on my own, explore the the ways of a young wolf
like myself.
So I did. Who would be foolish enough to pass up an offer like that?
It was late afternoon when I set off for my adventure. I remember it like it was just yesterday.
As dusk fell, I heard the crackling and crunching of leaves behind me. As the noise seemed to come closer, getting louder by the second, it became obvious that there was something, or someone behind me. Just then, I felt the warm breath of an animal caress the fur on my neck.
My heart pounded and pounded against my chest.
Running so fast away from the foe that I could finally catch a somewhat blurry glimpse at it, I realized that the creature chasing me was a bear. I didn't know what to do. But there was only one thing to do. I jumped, putting all force into my legs. With a rough landing on the bear's back, I dug my teeth into his skin. The bear let out a ferocious scream.
I continued to bite, the bear slowly stopping and kneeling in pain.
Once he stopped and was unable to to start again, I slowly crept towards my pack. Once I couldn't see him anymore, I started to run. When I got back, my parents asked, just as I thought they would, "Why is there blood around your muzzle?".
I replied with a grunt and went back to continue my adventure. I walked slowly, still in shock from what had happened. I was far gone from my pack.
I layed down to rest for a while, when I spotted a lake. I couldn't tell what the water quality was from where I was sleeping, but I didn't care if it was clean or not, I was thirsty.
I limped in exhaust over to the lake, panting and licking my lips. When I reached the lake, I threw my head in, drinking the water so fast I barely had time to breathe. When I finally lifted my head up out of the water, I took a long breath and fell over again. Falling asleep within a few minutes, I thought of my family back home, and the slight grin of satisfaction on my face turned to a frown. I woke up with a fright, but relieved to find that my nightmare was just a dream. But I must go on, I don't need them...
Soon I reached a nearby town.
"Maybe someone will take me in..."
I thought to myself, smirking in hope.
I spotted a rather large house, made of solid marble and a brick roof.
My eyebrow rased in fascination. I walked up to the door and howled. Soon, a small girl opened the door with a fright, jumping at the sight of me. "U-um, hello. Are you lost? she stuttered. Bending down to my level and hesitantly holding her hand out to me. I licked her hand, trying to be as sweet and friendly as possible. The girl giggled, pulling her hands back to her sides.
"Come in, come in", She said, stepping to the left and throwing her hand inside. My jaw dropped to the ground when I saw the inside. "S-so big..." I thought, lifting my jaw off the ground and smiling.
From that point on, I had a home, I had a family. "This is what it feels like... To have a place I can call 'home'. To have people I can call 'family'.
A picture you drew:
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[tinydoodles]

I would like to adopt!

Number: #27
Picture:
Name: Marcia.
Species: Melanistic/Black Jaguar plushie. Her soul survives as more than just stuffing when she is loved by a child. When their special connection is broken, only her plush body can be seen, and the only one she can talk to is her shape shifter guardian.
Personality: Warm-hearted, gentle, comforting, sweet, brave, sympathetic, optimistic, lovable, pitying, happy. Overall she is very child-like.
Likes: Young children = if they love her back, the connection between them is so strong that she child can see her soul as a living, breathing being - such is the power of childhood fantasies.
Pi, her shape shifter guardian = he loves Marcia above all, and he is the only one she can talk to when she is is unloved. He has no body, only a soul that Marcia alone can see.
Her little red bracelet = her very first owner tied it around her paw, and it's been there ever since.
The stripes under her eyes = they were painted there by her third owner, who loved her most. He replaced her bracelet when it fell off, and said that the stripes would bring her luck.
Dislikes: Nighttime = being like a child, she has come to be afraid of the dark.
Closets = Monster?! Where!?
Being unloved = the shadowy land where her soul lives when she is unloved is for no one.
Background: I never thought that Brian would unlove me. he always was the most loving out of all of my owners. He painted on my stripes, because he said they would bring me luck, and he gave my a new bracelet when my old one fell off.
But he's gone now. He put me by the big brick building, all alone, and I don't know what to do now.

"What now, Pi?" I sigh.
"There's not much we can do," He became a rat, and climbed up my neck to groom my ears, "Except wait, and hope someone picks you up."
"But the chances are very slim."
"I know, but the only way we can get out of this is if we find someone who'll love you. There has to be more boys and girls around here," he continued to groom my ears.

~**~**~

Two days went by before a mother and a little girl of about two years old walked pass the building. Pi and I had dully been playing tick-tack-toe on the sidewalk when he nudged me with a strong wolf paw.
"Look! That girl's looking at your body!"
The little girl ran up and hugged me. She wouldn't let go until we got to our new home.
A picture you drew: Most will be included in the story itself.
Photos of the plushie that inspired my story: C:
Marci and Pi
Marci

WIP

~Bound

[tattoo]

DONATION!
Picture:

Name: Perdu
Species: unknown ??
Link to lineart: my own ^^
Any extra conditions?:
i refer to it as a male but it may be female ^^ you can change the name, and please dont change its design too much. it is not a happy go lucky charr either, it was found half starved and dying. please treat him well if you wish to adopt him :]

nevermind <3

[Rainbow Dash]

Donations are closed. You will have to wait until this round is over to donate.

[tattoo]

oh oops. sorry! then i shall wait ^^
thank you

[alas,]

WIP, obviously. :3

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:| I would like to adopt.
What a gorgeous hound. So many connections are happening right now.

:| Number.
16. (Sixteen.)

:| Picture.


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:| Name.
Rynn; a truly insignificant name to those who revolt to breaking it down.
R. Right, never wrong. His attitude and tranquil being is emotionally correct.
Y. Y, as in ‘why?’. His questions are endless and deep. These phrases are proof of his care.
N. Never. Never say never. Possibilities are endless. Soar the skies as a wingless bird, swim the seas as a gill-less shark, run the mile as a legless man.
N. Noble. He is a great fellow; gracious for everything that comes his way.

:| Gender.
Male. I chose this because of his personality and worries are more female, but I wanted him to be different than most. So, I swapped the genders.

:| Species.
An immortal Ibizan Hound/German Shepard/Great-Tailed Grackle hybrid.

Here are examples of the three mixed in species, because they are more uncommon :: Ibizan Hound. German Shepard. Great-Tailed Grackle.

:| Heath Issues.
Rynn's ears are constantly swollen because of their enormous size. The insides are practically always infected and any form of noise louder than an average noise pound against his ear drum and cast him far away.
Also, he has a limp from encounters with humans when he was a pup. He wings developed so strangely; they were amazingly slow. Humans took him in from wandering the streets as a loner and beat him. His leg was in a cast his whole entire puppy life. He wings sprouted and the humans threw him out, frightened.

He is immortal, but in a different way. He cannot simply die of age, but of injuries he can perish.

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:| Personality.
Rynn is very solid. He goes deep into thought and when he makes a metaphor they are so amazing that it send tears down your cheeks. As an overly intelligent canid, he is capable of many different emotions as well as expressions.

His main emotions are :: Tranquil, a leader inside, caring, care-free.

~ :| Tranquil.
He is noted as tranquil because of his ability to stay calm. He will not freak if something major is happening, nor will he become over-joyed at the sight of one he loves. Either way, he is a peaceful hound.

~ :| A Leader Inside.
He has never been a leader, but has always secretly wanted to be. He has everything that a true leader has, and then some. He has a strong voice that is perfect for ordering those to stay calm, or watch out. His stance is gallant proving his pride is at its fullest and is ready to win, or lose a well fought match.

~ :| Caring.
A very loving male. He will not leave anyone behind, whether it be his team-mate or his enemy. He is like a goose. He will go back with a flock member until they are healed and them fly back with them.

~ :| Care-free.
To him, what people think about him means nothing. It is means to him as much as trash means to a germaphobe. He will soar the skies without a worry tainting his mind. He will run with his odd limp not caring whether another cracks a joke about him. He doesn't care.

:| Likes.
Rynn likes many things but so very few are actually dear to him.

His main likes are :: Flying, laughing, thinking, tranquility, and peaches.

~ :| Flying.
The thrill of the air in his face when he soars is too much to dislike. He loves aerial diving and floating with the breeze the most. He will perch on a peach tree when done flying, and be bloated the next morning.

~ :| Laughing.
It isn't quite that he likes to laugh, but he likes to make others laugh. He will try his best to make them laugh just to shove the clouds away. For some reason, his ears are immune to this sound and the banging giggles don't faze him.

~ :| Thinking.
He loves to put thoughts in his mind, all roughed up and blunt and knock all the dents out of them so they become something new. He also shoots out metaphors like a bow and arrow, and they are always so well-planned, so deep and complicated.

~ :| Tranquility.
Rynn cherishes peace. He loves the silence of it because it doesn't hurt his large ears.

~ :| Peaches.
Rynn adores the sweet fruit. He likes the squirt of the juice when he bites into it. The clear liquid dripping down his mouth calms him for no particular reason. The flavor is superb to him and it explodes in his mouth.

:| Dislikes.
Rynn has a thing about not disliking things, though no one in the world can truly push themselves into hating nothing.

His main dislikes are :: disliking things, wingless animals- though he pities them-, adult humans and/or teen humans.

~ :| Disliking Things.
He does not like hating things, for he tries his best to be a pure soul with little anger. It is his goal to stay untainted because he is immortal and wants no regrets to be tortured by guilt for his long life.

~ :| Wingless Animals.
He rathers doesn't dislike them, but pities them. He tries his best to examine them from afar but they seem so strange and limp when they are in the air. He made the mistake of taking a wolf pup to see how it reacted to flight. It died of a seizure and the wingless mother wolf pumbled him. He is scared of them as well.

~ :| Adult Humans and/or Teens.
They are so emotionless and at first sight will attack him out of fear. His wings frighten them. He was neglected by the bipeds but has a certain soft spot for children, though he does not care for any form of the fleshy animals.

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:| Background.
Careful not to let the wingless organism catch a glimpse at him, he flew silently through the sky and stared intently at the rabbit as it quickly hopped across the forest floor. The path was unpaved and uneven for the rabbit making its bounds odd and clumsy. This long dirt street was bare of trees allowing the hare to be easily seen from above. How stupid, Rynn thought, the eagles can see it perfectly now.

Rynn was a curious fellow but rather scared of the unknown. He did not understand the mammal’s anatomy with its broad back lacking the feathery wings he had. He was frightened of this creature despite its minute size; he had interaction with the wingless before- they were terrible, terrible creatures. Especially the wolves. Out of curiosity, he decided to test the newborn’s ability to fly without wings. The pup squealed when it was dropped and splat! went the poor creature. He was beaten by the mother and now keeps his distance.

A falcon zipped past him towards the hare and snatched it with its talons. The bird then flew off out of sight.

“I could’ve saved you, hare. If only you were smart enough to look up,” Rynn sighed. He wanted dearly to be a leader, but he was an outcast of his flock and could not attack the alpha and possibly win. No, he would suffer death.

And he did not want such a thing for two reasons. One; he is immortal and still a few years old- a newcomer. You have a terrible reputation even after you pass if you die when you are an immortal being; especially when you are young. They call you irresponsible. Two; who wants to die from an unneeded riot? Rynn’s eyes narrowed at the pitiful thoughts and u-turned past a cloud back home.

:| A Picture you Drew.
I know it's not all that good, but his personality shines in this picture. <3 Also, you can see him in this pose when he's aerial diving; but of course not as relaxed. ^^;;

[bearlygrunge]

N'ermind. :B Don't has the time, nor do I really need the character. I think I'm just addicting to writing stories. . .

[nowi]

I would like to adopt!



Name:
Marcia

Nicknames/Codenames/Aliases:
Mar, Marry, Cia
(No Codenames)
(No Aliases

Gender:
Female

Species:
Melanistic Jaguar
Subspecies: Unknown

Number:
27

Kingdom:
Animalia

Phylum:
Chordata

Class:
Mammalia

Order:
Carnivora

Family:
Felidae

Size:
1.73 meters - head to end of body. Plus tail: 2.45 meters
Stands 70 cm at the shoulder

Weight:
80 kg

Habits:
Solitary, territorial, active at any type of day (normally around dawn or dusk), good swimmer and climber.

Family:

Age:

Voice:
Grunts and mews.

Diet:
Prefers larger prey, usually deer, capybara, tapirs, peccaries, dogs, foxes, perhaps anacondas or caiman. She will eat any small species she can catch, if it comes to that.

Habitat:
Forests, she travels a lot, normally settles near territories with water close by,

Status of Species:
Population unknown
Lower Risk; near threatened

Theme Song:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

History:

Interview:

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[crazy cranky critter]

I would like to adopt!

Number:
Four - 4

Picture:


Name:
Kura-Kai (Koow - rar - Ki)

Nick Name:
Kau (COW)

Species:
Arctic Snake

Instincts:
An Arctic Snakes key instinct is eat or be eaten, strike first or don't strike.

Length:
30cm

Weight:
5kg

Age:
19

Diet:
Anything living which he can poison

Voice:
Very raspy and hissy. Rather loud.

Relationships:
Friends - Not many, the occasional passer by
Familly - Being an Arctic snake it was only natural for him to eat weaker sibling so he could survive. Parents buiry eggs in snow then leave so parents are unknown.
Romantic - Wishes to be a loner, highly doubts he will find anyone he likes

Venom Side Affects:
Causes intense itchy feeling in lower half of victim. Will then cause extreme stomach aches, usually causing victim to fold in half in pain or start hitting the selves. Pain continues to intensify until victims stomach and other organs rupture causing almost instant death.

Health Issues:
Metbolism [much too fast]

Personality:
Kau is a very primitive but leathal snake.

Likes:
Exploring
Biting
Showing Off
Causing Trouble

Dislikes:
Tests
Dr.W
Civilization

Few Fragments of Dr.W's diary have been restored. For those who prefer a scientific view into things I have provided what little I can.

Doctor Wreichat's Diary:

~In memory of Dr.W, one of the worlds best explorers and naturalists. We have re-published this diary in memory of a man who died a sudden and sad death. (Doctor Rye - chart)~

February 11th:
While wars plague many countries of the world, I, Dr. Wreichat am setting sale to one of the most extreme environments in the world, the Arctic.

April 7th:

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I would like to adopt!

Number:
Sixteen - 16

Picture:


Name:
Air Force
Named so for his great flying abilities

Nick Name:
Pilot

Species:
Mystical being [species yet to be classified]

Health Issues:
Mute
No sense of taste

Personality:
Pilot is quite a free spirit. He does not hold hopes or grudges. Infact he thinks little of what he wants to do, should do or needs to do. Instead he glides forever an un guided soul. He has no prioroties and just lives because he is alive.

Likes:
Talking - He finds it interesting how he can learn so much from mere words
Eyes - Probably his biggest obsession, Pilot uses eyes to tell what he is feeling and he also likes to gaze at others eyes
Color - Pilot really does not see why, but he enjoys dark objects with a splash of color

Dislikes:
Stupid Questions - they are a waste of time and just annoy people
Not being able to express himself - especially when his facil expressions are miss read, he gets rather cross

Background:

[kiriban]

I would like to adopt!
:::Number:::
Sixteen
(16)
:::Picture:::

:::Name:::
Shoteka
Meaning Sky
:::Species:::
Ibizan Hound
:::Personality:::
Sweet, loving, but a good person to have if you get in to trouble. Although he has a motherly instinct and tries to help whenever possible
:::Likes:::
Archery, Hunting, and feathers.
:::Dislikes:::
Failing, and not being able to help those in need.
:::Background:::
My family was very healthy and happy, all the time.
The only thing me, my family, and the rest of out town needed was for the Earth to keep rotating, the sun to keep revolving, the water to stay clean, the animals to repopulate, and our town to stay healthy and safe.
We begged forgiveness to every animal we killed, every fruit and vegetable we plucked from the trees or roots.
We respected each other like brothers and sisters.
But not anymore.
I remember it very clearly.
A large group of wolves invaded our little town in the woods.

~*~

They ran around in rage, kicking dirt everywhere, and knocking small huts of straw over.
I was foolish and stood up for my town.
"Stop wit this ruckus at once!" I said with a growl.
"What did you just say? Yer just a wee child, and you think you can just hollar at us and get away with it? Not a chance!" the middle, whom was the leader, growled.
I stepped back, but didn't back down. I was soon struck down by a slash in the chest. "Yer in denile of our powers, aren't you?" he said, pushing me down into the dirt with his paw. I felt so embarrassed. I swear my cheeks turned seven shades of red. My teeth bit down on each other, my eyes twitched.
But suddenly, I thought of my family, my friends, and my townmates. They were ALL in danger.
My eyes widened, my teeth loosened, and y fur turned gray again.
I stood up, leaving my whole body exposed, as if I wouldn't mind dying.
"Haha, giving up, aren't you?" He laughed. I stayed quiet, poking my self so that I wouldn't talk and put myself in more danger.
He lept to attack, but I simply dodged, and he hit a large rock. Every time he stopped because I dodged his attack, I would run and kick him, then run back.
He eventually collapsed. He and his friends walked back, snarling and growling.
But that night, I left. I was no kid. It was time for me to move on.
:::A picture you drew:::
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I would like to adopt!
:::Number:::
Twenty Four
:::Picture:::

:::Name:::
Ara (Uh-Ra)
:::Species:::
Gray Wolf
:::Personality:::
Very playful, sweet and kind.
:::Likes:::
Exercise (i.e Running, jumping, hunting, etc.) and friends/family.
Dislikes:
Flying insects, bears, and loud noises (ex Gun shots, screams, etc.)
Background:
I was born to lead.
To be of a higher rank than anyone else in my pack.
But my parents should have known. You can't expect anything from birth.
When I was first born, I was praised by everyone in my pack. Elders, young children, and middle aged wolves.
It was too bad they did that for nothing, though the praise and loveI get now is better than any prize.
When I was one year old, my parents told me I could go out on my own, explore the the ways of a young wolf
like myself.
So I did. Who would be foolish enough to pass up an offer like that?
It was late afternoon when I set off for my adventure. I remember it like it was just yesterday.
As dusk fell, I heard the crackling and crunching of leaves behind me. As the noise seemed to come closer, getting louder by the second, it became obvious that there was something, or someone behind me. Just then, I felt the warm breath of an animal caress the fur on my neck.
My heart pounded and pounded against my chest.
Running so fast away from the foe that I could finally catch a somewhat blurry glimpse at it, I realized that the creature chasing me was a bear. I didn't know what to do. But there was only one thing to do. I jumped, putting all force into my legs. With a rough landing on the bear's back, I dug my teeth into his skin. The bear let out a ferocious scream.
I continued to bite, the bear slowly stopping and kneeling in pain.
Once he stopped and was unable to to start again, I slowly crept towards my pack. Once I couldn't see him anymore, I started to run. When I got back, my parents asked, just as I thought they would, "Why is there blood around your muzzle?".
I replied with a grunt and went back to continue my adventure. I walked slowly, still in shock from what had happened. I was far gone from my pack.
I layed down to rest for a while, when I spotted a lake. I couldn't tell what the water quality was from where I was sleeping, but I didn't care if it was clean or not, I was thirsty.
I limped in exhaust over to the lake, panting and licking my lips. When I reached the lake, I threw my head in, drinking the water so fast I barely had time to breathe. When I finally lifted my head up out of the water, I took a long breath and fell over again. Falling asleep within a few minutes, I thought of my family back home, and the slight grin of satisfaction on my face turned to a frown. I woke up with a fright, but relieved to find that my nightmare was just a dream. But I must go on, I don't need them...
Soon I reached a nearby town.
"Maybe someone will take me in..."
I thought to myself, smirking in hope.
I spotted a rather large house, made of solid marble and a brick roof.
My eyebrow rased in fascination. I walked up to the door and howled. Soon, a small girl opened the door with a fright, jumping at the sight of me. "U-um, hello. Are you lost? she stuttered. Bending down to my level and hesitantly holding her hand out to me. I licked her hand, trying to be as sweet and friendly as possible. The girl giggled, pulling her hands back to her sides.
"Come in, come in", She said, stepping to the left and throwing her hand inside. My jaw dropped to the ground when I saw the inside. "S-so big..." I thought, lifting my jaw off the ground and smiling.
From that point on, I had a home, I had a family. "This is what it feels like... To have a place I can call 'home'. To have people I can call 'family'.
A picture you drew:
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I made my final edits to my form, if it's not to late. c

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