Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Skyebreeze]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
4
Picture:

Name:
Akari (a-CAR-ee)
Species:
Smili (Most physical info referenced from the smili thread)
Sub-Species:
German Smili
Nickname[s]:
None
Gender:
Female
Age:
9 years old
Size:
About 1 meter tall and 5 meters long
Any issues/deformations:
None
Fur:
Long, thick, soft fur, rather pleasant to the touch, well suited for the coldish weather in Europe. She has lighter, more tanish colored markings, suggesting that she was born in a cold, bright environment.
Ears:
Long, slim ears, with almost invisible slits down the middle to about halfway down the ear.
Tail:
Very long tail, like most smili, with a large tuft of fur on the end.
Head:
Large, with (as Spotty described it) a mohawk-like mane. Very beautiful face pattern, about the same colors as her markings.
Over all body:
Powerful, strong body, definitely built to be a predator. Also powerful considering her role in her tribe.
Items:
None
Smartness:
Very intelligent, extremely good at just plain reasoning, as well as debating.
Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Skills:

Family members still alive?:
Mother (--), Sister (--)
Family members dead?:
Father (--)
Favorite family member:
Mother
Friends:
Kaleis (ka-LACE): Tribe Shaman;
Enemies:
Blodaos (blow-DAY-oss): challenged her for leadership of the tribe, blood-thirsty and ambitious
Mate:
None
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.)

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[siilence]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: Lark
Species: Canine
Personality: Very friendly, alway smiles, always puts others before herself.
Likes: Having a laugh with friends, Helping others.
Dislikes: Others laying mean jokes on her, others teasing her friends.
Background:

She lay in the cold, damp box in the back of a car, feeling so ashamed of herself.
All she wanted was a second chance, but he didn't mean to leave behind her only sibling.

It all started when the fresh spring air cleared Lark's nose, with that freshness of a new beginning. Lark was only two weeks old when she learnt the new smell of spring.
Life was tough being a stray, but Lark hadn't found that out yet.
Mother walked over to where Lark lay, and whispered,

"One day, my Lark, you will find a loving home."

But two months later, there was no luck.
Her brother and herself still lay in that saggy brown box, waiting for somebody to come.
Then one day, a young girl in a car came and looked at the pups.She picked up Larks brother. Lark herself was feeling jealous, so yelled out,

'' Bite her, she looks mean!"

Of course her brother obeyed her, and bit the poor young woman. Surprised, the woman let out a small gasp, and dropped the pup back in the box.
Then Lark gave her the biggest puppy eyes he could. And it did the trick.
From that day on, Lark never wanted to ever be selfish again.
But after that, Lark didn't like to socialise with humans at all.


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[owlcoholik]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:

Name: Francis
Meaning/Language : Free Man/French
Pronounced : \f-ran-c
Species: Felis catus (Domestic Cat)
Subspecies: Snowshoe Cat
Anatomy and Appearance
Height : 23 centimeters at shoulder
Weight : 17 lbs
Head Shape : Applehead
Ear Shape : Medium with slightly rounded tips
Coat : Plush/Furry; Dark Brown/Grey with White Belly, Tail Tip, Mouth and Boots; Point Colouration
Connections
Parents : Unknown
Siblings :
Friends :
Personality:

"Once I knew there was a love divine
Then came a time I thought it knew me not
Who can forgive forgiveness where forgiveness is not
Only the lamb as white as snow"

A solitary creature, to most not well described. He keeps to himself, and does not open up to others easily.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
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[mi ainsel]

I would like to adopt!

Number:4

Picture:
Name: Ayla

Species: Casmera Smili

Personality:
Ayla is young, but not as playful as most Smilis, her troubled childhood made her old beyond her years She does still love to play as if she’s making up for her lack of playing during cub-hood. She grew up thinking she was an invisible, worthless cub, and therefore has little self-worth. She is shy, often hides away from the others, and pleasant, loving to just sit and talk for hours. Secluded and lonely, she never did learn to playfight when younger, and now even the hint of violence sends her into a panic. On the other hand, she can get angry very quickly. She’s quick to learn and quite fleet of foot, though, like most Smilis, cannot run very far. She loves girl-cubs but, apart from herself, has never really been around them much. She doesn’t talk much, preferring to stay the quiet one in the corner, but wished that others wouldn’t tease her and the other Smilis who are slightly different.
They are excluded from everything but the boring jobs, and Ayla wishes she could be one of the hunters.
All you have to be is good at hunting.
And in Ayla’s case, she hunts very well.

Likes: The joy of the hunt, the adrenaline rush makes her happy, her best friend Deegie, sunlight, the desert/plains where she used to live, it was always calm, trees, hunting, eating, owls, other ‘different’ Smilis, peace and calmness, being free.

Dislikes: Cannot stand violence to other Smilis and fighting, it terrifies her and reminds her of the loss of Rush. She doesn’t like male cubs, they remind her of Dalan, hates water in any forms, dislike the forest, it’s too dark and crowded, hates the whole teasing thing about her markings. Doesn’t approve of fighting amongst yourselves, thinks it silly. Really hates Dalan, and quails.
Background:

I am lost… Alone… but I am always lost and alone, always living in the dark, though my home is in the sun. Always wandering, always bound.
But one day I will be free. One day.

I am Ayla. Who will accept me?

Ayla’s mother and father were Casmera Smili, living deep in the forest of the Philippines.
Her mother was a beautiful but cruel blue-black Smili called Deep, and her father, a kind deep brown called Swamp.

Deep was pregnant and living in a roughly made burrow in a dried up riverbed when the floods came. It had been a period of drought and famine, and suddenly it burst.
The river began to fill again and swept Deep from her burrow, away on the roiling tide of murky water. As she was swept away she saw Swamp returning from his hunt.
The male screamed for his mate and plunged in after her, but he couldn’t swim any more than she could, and he disappeared under. Fitting, in a way, that the water that had taken his mate should also take his life.

Deep herself was desperately struggling to escape the current, her heavy fur weighing her down and dragging her under. She roared in frustration and tried once more to get free, but to no avail. She fell unconscious and was dragged downriver with the tide.

-

Deep’s body was carried downstream by the strong river current, and eventually washed onto the shores of a place very unlike home. She lay still on the sandy bank, then suddenly, miraculously, her eyes flickered open and she coughed, emptying her lungs of the dirty water. Looking around in horror, and wonder, Deep got to her feet.

She had been incredibly lucky to survive the floods, but now she was really stuck.

Somehow she had been washed up onto the shores of… A desert?

-

2 weeks passed, and Deep had pretty much adapted to hunting on the area of land she thought of as a desert, but was more like the plains. She hunted at night, as her dark coat was not suited to the harsh heat of the plains during the day.
She grieved for her mate, though his body did not wash up on the shore, and her sooty owl guardian, Colai, who had not been there when the floods came, and was therefore unable to follow her lifelong friend.

She lived simply, and over time she became less cold and cruel, and longed for someone to interact with, so when her time came, she was ready.
It was a difficult birth, but a worthwhile one, and Deep was soon the proud mother of two young cubs, a male and a female.

-

When the cubs were 6 weeks old, as they began to walk, they began to get their true colouring, and markings, and by 8 weeks their pelt colours and markings had fully developed. Deep noticed that, far from the blacks/browns/blues associated with their sub-species, both cubs had inherited their colouring from their new surroundings.
She doted on the male; a handsome cream Smili with tan markings like leopard spots on his lower legs, and a mask shaped like a clover framing his electric blue eyes, and named him Dalan, but when it came to the younger cub, the little female, Deep was horrified.

Sure; the young cub was an amazing beautiful and unusual shade of pale yellow, with white coloured paws, underbelly and areas of her tail and muzzle, but the area around the cub’s startlingly greeny-yellow eyes was nearly blank, apart from some beautiful yellow flower markings coming from the outer corners of her eyes.

Deep despaired over the plain markings of the cub she’d named Ayla, knowing that sit was easier to be unique, be really different, and that she would have a hard life, and possibly not find a mate, so focused her attentions on Dalan, Ayla upset her too much.

-

Growing up as the ‘invisible’ cub in the family was hard on Ayla, who was very friendly and curious, but after several cases of her mother ignoring her in favour of Dalan, not only did Ayla begin to teach herself to be invisible, stay out of the way and bother no-one, but she also began to dislike Dalan, and indeed, Deep.

The favouritism continued throughout her cubhood, and slowly Ayla became more and more secluded and lonely. Her bubbly, friendly personality was longing to be let out from behind the façade that was her hard and cold ‘invisible’ cub personality, but there were no other Smili around, which was probably a good thing as Ayla would have been a bully magnet for other cubs.

One day, Dalan came back to the den with a friend, a small but colourful quail which had ‘chosen’ him. Dalan named it Cal, and it was his constant companion. Deep allowed the friendship, recognising the signs and realising that the small quail was her precious son’s guardian.
Still no bird chose Ayla.

-

When the cubs were 6 years old, Deep began to encourage them to leave her den and go their own way, eventually throwing them out and leaving them to hunt for themselves.
Caring was not her strong point.
Ayla, who loved hunting, went out hunting immediately, and hadn’t gone far when she saw a small, peculiar sand-coloured bird sitting on the ground, apparently asleep.
She pounced at it, snarling, but the bird, a young elf owl, vanished from between her paws!

Startled, the young Smili leapt back, yowling in surprise and frustration, and looked at the ground, wondering where the small fluffy bird had gone. It soon became apparent that the elf owl had hidden in a hole.

Ayla thought about staking it out, but soon became bored and walked off to lay in the shade, where she closed her eyes.

The sand coloured elf owl flew over and sat on her back, and she flicked her long tail at it, but it didn’t fly off. Opening her eyes and turning her head to look at the confused looking owl, she stared at it.

The bird’s eyes met hers, and she knew she was ‘chosen.’

After returning to her hastily made den with the small bird, whom she had decided to call Deegie, fluttering beside her, and stared up at the skies, wondering…

-

4 years later, Ayla was fully grown, as was Deegie, and wanting to see more of the world.
She’d never met any, non-family, Smilis, and was very excited at the prospect of finding a mate.

And so, on the anniversary of the day her father was lost to the river, 6 weeks before her 11th birthday, Ayla went and saw Dalan and Deep [and Cal] for the last time, then the pale-marked Smili and the sand-coloured elf owl set out to return to the forest.

-

The Current story:

Ayla plodded through the thick mud, wondering if she’d ever reach this ‘forest’ place she was looking for. Just ahead, Deegie was flying occasionally hooting back to Ayla,
“Just a little bit further!”
You’ve been saying that for 3 hours. Ayla thought, rolling her eyes. This better be close, I hate mud.

Finally, Deegie was right, it was just ahead, and Ayla and her companion raced into the trees, so relieved to finally be out of the sun that they didn’t see the tall dark brown Smili ahead until they crashed into him.

The male snarled and knocked Ayla to the ground, holding her down with one paw.
“What are you doing here, jungle scum?”
Ayla shrieked out in fear and twisted desperately, trying to escape. Jungle? He thought she was Jungle? It must be her eyes, the green-yellow eyes of a Jungle Smili.
No! No! I’m not Jungle! Please don’t hurt me, I’m not Jungle, I’m Casmera, my mother, Deep, she was Casmera!!”
She screamed, petrified with fear, she had never been in a predicament like this before.
The male recoiled as if struck. “Deep?” He choked, looking at her curiously, but he obviously didn’t believe her. “Right then Casmera, where’s your friend?”
“Over there…” Ayla sobbed. “Deegie, come out, please Deegie.”
A furious Deegie shot out of the tree and attacked the male Smili, shrieking in her shrill language. “How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!” The angry owl screeched.
The male ducked and covered his head with his paws, releasing Ayla, who scrambled to her feet, and gestured for Deegie to follow.
“Okay, okay Daughter of Deep, I believe you, call your bird off!” The male said, looking up as the bird sped off.
Ayla was gone.

-

She had leapt into the trees, swinging and running along branched, almost paralysed with fear, but unable to stop running. She couldn’t see Deegie, where was she? Was she okay?
Finally she collapsed, falling to the ground from a low tree, completely exhausted and still shaking.
Deegie flew hard and fast, but the male kept her in sight somehow, puffing and panting as he jogged after the swift bird. He was not made for running. He decided, and turned back, just metres from where Ayla was sleeping.

The little bird had known she was being followed, but thought nothing of it, she knew the male would turn back. No, it was Ayla she worried for, having not grown up with other Smili, Ayla never did play-fight, and even the smallest hint of violence seemed to upset her greatly. The owl flew faster, determined to find Ayla, and nearly overshot the place she was sleeping, but flared her wings and settled down beside her.

-

The meeting with the Smili had shocked Ayla and left her very nervous, but she still wanted to continue on, so her and Deegie slipped further into the forest.

There were several more meetings like the one with the male Smili, but Deegie always attacked the other Smili, giving Ayla time to escape. It was making Ayla very twitchy, almost paranoid, she felt like she was being watched constantly, but, as they say, every paranoid is right at least once in their life.

She felt it when walking through the forest, slipping between trees silently, like an orange ghost, a very strong feeling she was being watched, and she instantly looked up at Deegie to make sure she was still hovering overhead, then around.
Standing, almost hidden in the shadows of the trees, was the brown male.

Ayla froze, one paw off the ground, though she knew he’d seen her.
“You know you’re pretty conspicuous with that lovely coat of yours.” He smiled, approaching. Ayla hissed and crouched, glaring venomously at him.
He stopped. “Sorry, I guess I should explain. I needed to follow you, because you said you’re Deep’s daughter, but you don’t look anything like her because Deep is-“
Ayla cut him off. “Blue-black, I know. How do you know my mother?”
“I don’t.” The brown male sighed. “But I know your father.”

-

“My father?” Ayla hissed, certain the stranger was lying now. “He’s dead. Drowned.”
“No, Deep was the one who drowned.” He frowned.
Ayla rolled her eyes. “What am I, a ghost?”
“But I assumed… I thought you were from a previous litter!”
“Do I look older than 14?”
“No but… How?”
“Take me to my father and I’ll tell you.”
“Fine.” The male sighed. “By the way, my name is Bulrushes, but everyone calls me Rush. May I inquire after your name? And do you have any siblings?”
“Ayla.” Ayla parted with the piece of information unwillingly. “And my brother’s name is Dalan.”
“Ayla… Pretty name for a pretty female.” Rush smiled. “And who’s your friend, and has your brother been ‘chosen’ yet?”
Full of questions, isn’t he. Ayla thought, with a mental eye-roll. “The owl is Deegie, but you already knew that, and yes, my brother has been chosen, by a Gambel’s quail called Cal.” She replied. “Can we move now?”
“A quail?” Rush sounded amused, but he led the way down a faint path of falttened grass, to a large area outside a cave, full of Smilis.
“hey Rush!” Several cubs called. “Who’s the weirdo?”
“Boys!!!” Rush yelled, sounding horrorstruck. “Where are your manners?”
“Manners don’t apply when talking to Pale-Faces, they aren’t even proper Smilis!”
Ayla turned her head to the side to hide the fact that she was crying, what the cubs had said had really stung. Rush pulled her on hastily, towards the cave, but muttered in her ear. “I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what’s got into them.”
“I do.” Ayla said bitterly, “They’re boys.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with boys!” Rush laughed.
Ayla said nothing, and Rush skipped the subject.
“Here we are.” He announced grandly, before peering inside the massive cave Ayla had seen as they entered the clearing. “Swamp? There’s someone to see you!”
“Enter.” A tired voice called, and as the two walked in, Ayla saw her father for the first time, an old-looking dark brown who was lying on a slab of stone at the back of the cave.
“Hello Rush, who’s this? He frowned, looking very similar to Bulrushes.
“This is Ayla.” Rush stuttered, looking frightened, or maybe embarrassed, or maybe both. “She’s Deep’s daughter.”

-

“Rubbish!” The old Smili snorted. “Deep’s dead! She drowned.”
“So did you.” Ayla muttered, scared.
“No, Deep was swept downstream, my friend fished me out.” Swamp snorted, gesturing to a sea eagle sitting beside him.
No wonder Rush had scoffed at the quail.
“And anyway, one as noble as Deep would not have given birth to a pale-face.”
Ayla gasped at her father’s words, then turned and ran, sobbing, from the cave.
“See Rush?” Swamp said, looking pleased with himself. “I soon found [b[her[/b] out. Deep’s daughter indeed, she’s obviously a Pale-face Jungle Smili who wants attention.”
Rush was fuming.“You STUPID idiot!” He roared, storming out of the cave and expecting that Ayla was long gone. Instead, he heard a quiet scared voice. “Rush?”
He gasped as he saw several angry looking warriors approaching Ayla, who was backing into a large boulder. “No!” He yelled, running towards them, but the head warrior just smiled. “Don’t worry Rush, it’s just some pale-faced Jungle scum.”
Ayla whimpered, she looked absolutely petrified.
As the warrior lunged, Rush threw himself between the warrior and Ayla.

-

“RUSH!!!!!” Ayla screamed, as Rush fell to the ground, “RUSH! Oh please, NO!” She crouched next to him, crying. “Rush, please be okay! I’ll help you, I promise!”
Deegie pulled at her mane. “Ayla, you can’t help him now.”
Ayla didn’t want to leave, but the warriors were beginning to get over their horror, and she had to run, and so, still crying, Ayla fled from a place that could have been home, and the body of the one she had began to love.

Would she ever find home?

[versicolor]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
4
Picture:

Name:
Akari
Species:
Common Smili
[Relocated to the Colombian Jungle]
Personality:
Akari is a bottle of warm sunshine, always trying to cheer up anyone who may need it. On the outside she is usually bubbly and upbeat, but she masks her true feelings rather well. She is creative and spontaneous, acting upon impulses more often than thinking about her actions. She is shy and observant, but at times she will break out of her shell and actually socialize. Once someone gets to know her Akari can be outgoing and fun to be around. She is sweet and loyal, always trying to please others before herself. She can be a bit naive and thoughtless at times, but never too often. Akari has a playful nature and she loves to swing around in the tall trees of the understory, with Sunflower. She has had a sense of not belonging once she had settled in the jungle, but Sunflower helps her cope with that feeling. Due to her shyness, she only has Sunflower as a true friend.
Likes:
Akari is friend a close friend of Sunflower's and she loves her immensely. The two could almost be sisters. They are often seen together and it would be rare to see them apart. Akari loves the wet rain of the jungle as well. Even though it likes to drag on her heavy fur, it comforts and soothes her. Oddly, the rain keeps her out of going into depression; with the help of Sunflower of course. She loves it when others are happy, because she almost feeds on other Smilis' happiness. If the others around her are happy, she she is happy and cheerful as well. She likes to play in the rain forest and swing on the branches of the understory. Sunflower will play around with her on the ground, but she will never swing on the tree's branches. She is afraid her tail would not be long enough to hang off of. Akari has a liking towards the vibrant flowers of the jungle, but she knows to stay away from the poisonous ones. She is easily captivated by the nature of the lucious green rain forest.She will try her best to bring joy to others that may need is and it pleases Akari when she pleases others.
Dislikes:
Akari doesn't like it when others are sad, as it makes her feel down as a result. She hates her insecurities and the feeling of not belonging. Sometimes even when Sunflower tries to help she will feel that empty pain in herself. She doesn't enjoy being alone and will cling onto Sunflower when she can, but she has learned to never bother Sunflower when she was in a bad mood. There's even a long pink scar going down the inside of her right forearm, but she keeps it well hidden. That's another thing Akari dislikes; her scar. She thinks it makes her look too rough and challenging, so she keeps it hiding away from the world. Akari isn't particularly interested in males, especially not after what Sunflower had told her about them. She called them good for nothing beasts who don't deserve us anyways. If that is entirely true Akari has no idea, but Sunflower sounded pretty convincing to her. Akari cannot stand snakes, they scare her to death. Sunflower disapproves of her fear and tries to get rid of it to no avail. Sometimes Akari cannot stand Sunflower when she is being unreasonable and will storm off to cool down.
Background:
[Akari's PoV]
The wet rain washed over me and my fur slowly got heavier and heavier. Dragging down on the sturdy tree branch, it clumped together and stuck to my pink skin. I felt different here, like I don't belong. The Smilis here are so different from the ones back where I came from, in the United States. The Smilis here seem so much more exotic and fierce. They are nothing like the others I had grown up with; passive and dull. My thicker fur doesn't work like theirs, and even the way they act is different from myself. I've managed to make a friend, so maybe I'm not a complete outcast. Sunflower knows what it's like to be different from the others, with her stumpy tail and all. She understands what I'm feeling, and I am grateful for that. She acts just like the other Jungle Smilis in a way, but I think she feels like more of and outsider as well. The heavy tropical rain surrounded my sopping wet body and it comforted me. The blanket of rain made me feel safe, like I actually belonged in the jungle. Like I wasn't so different after all.

I made a struggle to stand up, the rainwater was pulling my fur down heavily. I hadn't seen Sunflower today, maybe she was feeling grumpy again. I had learned not to bother her when she's feeling irritable the hard way. I looked at my pale pick scar in disgust, that thing was so ugly and stupid. I also felt a twitching little pain in my forearm, I felt hurt. My best friend had given me such an unattractive scar and it felt horrible. I forgave her of course, but it still hurt inside. I slowly and carefully scampered down the tree, trying to keep my balance. The rain had moved on and now there was just the sound of the rain forest ringing through the air. The sparkling clear water hole nearby was high, and I could see the brightly colored fish even from where I was standing. I sloshed over to the water on the muddy ground. I stared down into the crystal clear water, watching my reflection. It seems that a vibrant red flower had fallen onto my head, nestled in front of my left ear. The Smili I was staring out was not me though, I was gazing at a much more beautiful and fierce looking Smili. One that actually looked like a pure Jungle Smili. That couldn't be my reflection, it was impossible. Suddenly I felt a mass of golden fur tackle me and my heart raced for a second. Then I heard laughing, of course it was Sunflower. That wasn't my reflection, it was her's.

I jumped back, still frightened by Sunflower's surprise attack. She laughed harder and nudged me in the back. I laughed as well, amused. We both laughed together until Sunflower suddenly stopped, she started to look serious. "What's wrong Sunflower. What happened?" I asked, the concern apparent in my voice. "I wouldn't look behind yourself if I were you." She warned. What could possibly be so horrible that I need not find out what it was? I glanced backward and let out a hiss. It was a snake, a freaking snake dangling behind me. I sprung up and back my body away from the abomination, those things are scary. I hid behind Sunflower, completely fearing for my life. I had known Smilis that were killed by snakes in the United States, so I guess snakes from the jungle would be worse, right? "Calm down Akari, it's just a small, harmless boa." She talk slowly can calmly as if trying to upset the snake as well. "Get it away from here, please." I squeaked. "Come on Akari, let's leave the snake in peace." Sunflower started to walk off and I followed suit. Sunflower looked disappointed and maybe even a bit sad. And I felt bad too, maybe I could find a way to cheer her up on this rainy day.
A picture you drew:

[Micki.]

((For number three, can I make it a relative of my fursona's mate? He's kind of like a second fursona, but he's not officially. I created an entire bloodline starting with him and his siblings, at which time he was not my fursona's mate. I thought it wise to ask because I'm not sure if that would be against the rules of TaN or not, plus I think it's also against the donor's rules.))

[Roonie-Roe]

I would like to adopt!

Number:
25

Picture:


Name:
Jokull
It's Scandinavian and means 'glacier of ice'.

Species:
Elemental Wolf
(can control air and water)

Personality:
He can be rather full of himself at times and loves to show off, especially for the ladies. His partner in crime is Eilert, another elemental wolf with the power to control fire. While Jokull isn't mean and as mischievous as Eilert can be, the two of them together can make for a pretty troublesome duo sometimes.

Other than getting himself into trouble and flirting with the girls, Jokull is actually pretty laid back and enjoys solving complex puzzles and riddles. He's very smart and inquisitive, but he doesn't always use it wisely and usually just goes along with whatever Eilert wants to do. Though often times if Eilert get's too out of hand with his fire abilities (which is quite a lot) Jokull will step in and stop it with his own. Eilert is usual not too upset about it though as he respects Jokull and looks up to him, considering him to be a sort of older brother in a way.

Even though Jokull can be quite the trouble maker at times he does care deeply about the safety and well being of others and isn't usually one to cause intended harm to innocent beings. He is very protective of his loved ones though and wouldn't back down easily from a fight if any of them were in trouble. He takes pride in his warrior heritage and feels it's his duty to protect others from harm.

Likes:
He loves showing off his duel abilities (to control air or water at will), especially when flirting with the ladies, though he's usually pretty laid back and easy going and enjoys solving a good puzzle or riddle in his spare time, or whenever someone else needs help working something out. He also enjoys spending time with his only friend, Eilert, even if it means getting in trouble, for he doesn't really have anyone else, other than his adopted father Tancred, and is afraid of being abandoned.

Dislikes:
He dislikes unnecessary violence and fighting and seeing innocent people being hurt. He will crack a joke from time to time but he does know when enough is enough and when he should stop. His buddy, Eilert, however doesn't always know when to stop and Jokull often has to remind him to be considerate of others or has step in and stop him before he goes too far. He loves Eilert like a younger brother but he does often get a bit irritated with the way Eilert acts sometimes, though he tries not to let it show if he can help it.

Because of a young childhood experience he's afraid of being abandoned and being left to live alone. That's the main reason he shows off to everyone and tries to be the center of attention. He's doesn't want to loose anyone else that he loves or be forgotten.

Background:
Jokull was born into the world from a long line of legendary warriors. But not just any warriors, a special breed of wolves who have colorful fur and the ability to control the elements. Jokull was very unique however. He didn't just have the ability to control one element like everyone else, he could control two, air and water. While this isn't completely unheard of among his kind it is extremely rare and revered, so thus from the moment his abilities were discovered (just a couple weeks after birth) the news spread quickly and he became the center of attention for his clan. Other elemental wolves would come, many from other clans and from great distances, just so they could look at him or touch him. For it was believed by many that being in the presence of a warrior with the power to control more than one element would bring good luck and health to those who simply gazed upon them or touched them. Whether that's true or not is another thing entirely however. But many of the elemental wolves are highly superstitious and set in their beliefs and traditions... Not Jokull's mother however.

Jokull's mother was a very loving gentle being and disliked all of the meaningless attention everyone else seemed to flaunt upon her son. She didn't believe in the silly beliefs of the others and often tried to hide her son from the crowds that would gather outside their den. She didn't want her son to grow up to be a snooty, spoiled brat, expecting everything to be given to him and to think that the whole world revolved around him. She wanted him to be like any other normal elemental wolf warrior. To be caring, considerate, loyal, protective, and strong. To her Jokull was special with or without his extra ability. He was her only child and meant the world to her.

Jokull never got the chance to meet his father. At least not knowingly so. His father died in battle, while protecting the clan, when he was still only a few days old. His mother told him many stories about his father through-out his young childhood though. She wanted him to know what a great warrior he had been so that Jokull could maybe someday be just like him, a great warrior, protector, and father.

Sadly however, his time with his mother was brief for she died protecting him from a jealous, power-hungry group who raided the clan's village trying to kidnap Jokull so they could use his abilities for their own evil purposes. They killed many of Jokull's clan and only a few of them survived and were able to flee to safety. The rogue wolves also destroyed the village that he'd only begun to know and love, forcing the survivors to move elsewhere, many to other clans. One of the survivors, an elderly male named, Tancred, who like Jokull could control water, saved him and vowed to raise him like his own son. He kept Jokull outside of the clans and raised him in secrecy from the others as much as he could. He agreed with Jokull's mother and didn't want him to grow up to be an arrogant snob with the mindset that he was better than everyone else. Despite Tancred's age he was an excellent hunter and warrior and began to teach Jokull how to hunt, fight, and use his wits. As the days and months went on Jokull grew into a strong young adult with many great skills from his teachings and turned out to be a quick learner with a love for learning new things. Tancred had very little trouble mentoring him, Jokull always willing to learn whatever Tancred wanted to teach him, and they both grew to enjoy each others company.

A bit of their peace was broken one stormy evening however, when they began to hear a young pup calling desperately out for help. He had slipped into the rushing water as he tried to cross the river and was barely hanging onto a tree root when they got to him. Once they got him out they discovered his name was Eilert and he had runaway from home after his older brother had turned on his family, killing them all. He'd somehow managed to escape during the chaos though and had been running for many days to get as far away as he could. It was obvious he hadn't had much to eat or much rest during that time, for he was much skinner than he should be for his age and his coat was a mess. Tancred, being the kind soul that he was, decided to raise him as well... and the rest like they say is history.

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[Miakemi]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 8
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Name: Taryn

Species: Fox

Personality: Taryn is a rather timid fox who is more comfortable showing his true self around his family than any other foxes in his clan. He would rather keep his opinion to himself than start a fight, and he often surrenders before a fight even begins.

He feels heavy resentment towards the wolves that control his family, but his timid nature keeps him from challenging their authority. His timid nature, however, does not prevent him from talking about the wolves behind their backs because he knows they are not spying on the foxes.

Taryn is fiercely loyal to his people and wishes that he could do more for them against the wolves. However, he’s never quite able to overcome his fears.

Likes: Taryn likes and needs the companionship of other foxes. He also likes talking about wolves behind their backs and thinking of ways to overthrow them (even though he would never put these plans into action).

Dislikes: Taryn has only known the life of being a servant to wolves, and because of this, his most intense dislikes are wolves, his people’s enslavement, fighting, and doing dirty work for Shade’s pack.

Background: Taryn was born into a clan of foxes that was taken over by wolves many years before he was born. Under the wolves’ rule, his clan was forced to act as spies under the pretense of their continued survival on what is now wolf land. The foxes were and still are too timid and weak to rise against the wolves; though, the situation looks to be changing.

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“Why should we trust you?” I asked, my voice shaking as I glanced towards the intimidating figure in front of me. I could feel myself shivering as I wondered why I had been chosen to speak to the wolf in front of me. There was no way I would survive this encounter. After all, my kind was rarely called into a private conversation with them and most that were called were never seen again.

“Don’t act so nervous, fox. I don’t work with cowards,” the wolf in front of me murmured, the crimson hair on his back rising in irritation. I tried not to shrink in even worse fear. Apparently the rumor about Shade’s disgust for submission and fear was true. Unfortunately, he had called on the wrong fox for this proposition. I’ve never been calm in the presence of wolves, and there was no way that I could hide that fear now.

These wolves had taken everything from my clan. Our families, our freedom, and our pride in ourselves were all destroyed generations before my time when Shade’s ancestors had taken an interest in our land and our sly abilities. Instead of a peaceful, though sneaky race, we were now spy and scavengers for them; too afraid to try and revolt. Now he had called me, as the next in line to lead my clan (nothing more than a title of respect because of our enslavement), to help him rebel against his own pack.

What was in it for him? Like me, he was next in line to be leader of his family. This had to be a cleverly crafted trap, a test of my loyalty to the wolves. Shade’s next words confused me even further as he broke the silence, “You don’t have to trust me. My motives are probably unclear to you. However, all you need to know is that I want freedom from my family just as much as you do. If you don’t want to trust me, then forget this conversation and wait for the sign that your people are free.”

I stared at him again, calmly this time. He seemed sincere, but I was still not convinced. Years of learning to fear the wolves had taught me that they can lie just as easily as my own kind. “I would have to speak with my clan about your proposal. I’m not their true leader, and they may question your motives as much as I do.”

Shade looked ready to answer when the sound of pawsteps resonated through the multi-chambered wolf’s den. I quickly shrunk in submission as another wolf appeared through the crack of this chamber’s entrance. “Shade, your father’s looking for you. He wants you to…” The young wolf’s voice trailed off as he noticed my presence and snarled.

I dropped low to the floor, belly fur touching the cold, dark earth of the den. Foxes were not allowed here. I should have known it was a trap. I wasn’t going to escape this.

“What is this pest doing so far into our den? Foxes only report information to us outside,” Shade’s packmate said. He sounded suspicious, probably thinking that I was there to try and spy on our enslavers. My instinct to go unnoticed had led me astray in this instance, making this entire encounter even worse. The young wolf too a step toward me, but Shade intervened.

“I know they’re not usually allowed to be here. However, I had a secret mission to assign him. You can’t tell my father I told you about it. Word spreads quickly in this pack, and it would endanger the entire mission,” Shade explained.

I was right. Shade could lie with little warning; though, I would have thought it would be me that he was lying to. I didn’t relax a muscle as the other wolf inspected me for a second time, his glance feeling hot on my fur. ‘Please believe him,’ I prayed to whatever divine power might exist.

Finally, the wolf nodded respectfully to Shade, “I won’t tell a soul about this. It really must be important if that creature is allowed in our den. Your father wants to talk to you when you’re done. Apparently, the Forest Creek Pack has been spotted on our territory.” With a final nod, he left Shade and me alone, his pawsteps fading in the tunnels of the den.

Muscles instantly relaxed when I was sure the other wolf would not come back. “That was a close one. Why did you call me into the den, anyway? It’s liable to get us both killed.”

Shade shrugged, “None of my packmates bother me. They’re too afraid I’ll ridicule them. However, I should probably escort you out before anyone else sees you.” Shade turned from me without another word and led me towards the den entrance using the back tunnels just like when he had lead me to his area.

When we made it to the edge of the den’s clearing, Shade motioned to dismiss me. “Talk to your clan and come back to me with their answer. I’ll be out hunting every afternoon until I hear back from you.”

I nodded, showing the most respect that I would ever show a wolf in my life. “I’ll be sure to get back to you in a few days.” With that, I entered the trees and ran back to my people.

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Cite: I used the original picture to try and reference his face shape.

I also used this picture to try and reference how to draw his back legs (even though this is technically an Ethiopian wolf instead of a fox): http://www.fluffyfeet.net/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Ethopian-Wolf.jpg

Also, this was don on oekaki (http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=273817&p=6771455#p6771455), so the shade of blue isn't quite right.

[Sapphirescript]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
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Name: Sapphire
Species: Anthro Main coon cat
Personality: Sapphire's personality can't be explained perfectly. The life she lived made her the character she is. The warm bright outside she has only hides her cold heart. As she grew up being hated by her familey she grew up thinking there is no such thing as love. Her younger sister was her only light and made her smile but when she left Sapphire was alone. Her mind only thinks shes beautiful when she is dressed in little clothing with makeup and her hair done. She hates herself and refuses to look in mirror if she hasn't done this. Her abusive father tore her lcothes up so she could only wear scraps but in public he seems to be so caring. She learned easily from her father that she needed a mask over her when she is in public. So to everybody around her she will always be happy...
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Background: I chose not to fill this I hope you understand.
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[Sparky95]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
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Name: Bleikur Akari
(Bleikur is icelandic and means fallow and Akari because it’s her old name - a part of her old life, and I don’t want to change it)

Species: German Smili

Personality: Bleikur Akari is a very friendly smili. Because of growing up in a social little family group, she loves to play (especially with the little puppies). She cares much about other smilis and is always there when somebody needs her help.
But she also needs time to be alone and calm down, because it’s hard for her to be the ‘happy, friendly girl’ all the time.

Likes: Sometimes she is very lazy and relaxes in the sun the whole day, but she also likes to hunt (especially bears, because they are big and strong, but they don’t move fast - she really hates to run) and climb on trees, so she can watches the other animals on the ground.

Dislikes: She is a cat of pray, because of this she hates fruits. Sometimes she eats a few berries, but only if she can’t find other things to eat or there are no animals to hunt.
She doesn’t likes to swim. If there is no other way, she would do it, bit it’s absolutly not her favorite element. Same for rain. If it’s rainning, she try to find a dry place - like a hole - to wait there until it’s over.

Background :
//Sure she has a backround story, but I’m from Germany and it takes me hours to write her Personality/likes and dislikes , and I hadn’t the time to write the background in english. But this doesn’t means that I can’t love this pet like someone who wrote two pages background story. \\
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just a little skizze.

(I hope you understand what I wrote, my english is very bad)