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[Syra]

Wow, I didn't think all three of those donations would find homes so quickly T-T I'm glad they are all loved.

[Steffi.]

(I used this picture because it's closer to the original in patterns, and I personally like it better this way ^-^')
Pet's ID Tag: 54
Name You'd Choose for It: Tessa
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: When I saw this rabbit, I loved it. It was so cute and simple. But since my character thread is currently under contrustion, I figured that there are many more people that could take better care of her than I currently can. But I like her a lot. So I finally decided that I had to have her.
History/Background/Other:

~Birthday~
March 19th 2009
~Theme Song~
I'm like a Bird
~Personality~
Tessa is very brave. She always acts tough, even when she's scared. The only time she'll ever show fear is if she thinks she's going to die, or something has hurt her very deeply, and then she'll start crying. When she's scared but strong enough not to show it, she'll yell and start acting angry. In spite of her tough actions, her heart markings and sweet looks also prove true. She'll die for someone she loves and is caring and compassionate to her friends and family. She doesn't really want a mate, but she'll know when it's a good time to say yes. She knows what she wants, and hardly ever changes her mind. She doesn't want kits to the point that she cringes when she sees them. She doesn't want to have to be responsible for so many small lives.
~Family~
Her mum and dad
~Friends~
Harriet, Cleopatra, Lillie-Ann, and Finder
~Likes~
Carrots, lettuce, green beans, forests,
~Dislikes~
Tomatoes, humans (especially Hailey), anything metal, cages

~Story~

The world I live in is a hard and unforgiving place. One false move and you're lunch for a wolf. Trip even slightly and you're dead. Squirrels, birds, and others have different methods. When you're a squirrel, you can climb the closest tree. Birds can fly away in seconds. Badgers never go too far from their home. But for rabbits, you have one natural instint; run.

Sometimes we get lucky. We're not too far from home or another rabbit lets you in. Sometimes you're chased the other way. Far from home. Far from anyone. These are usually the goners, the dinners of the carnivors that lurk everywhere. They're near me even now.

But animals help each other. Bird always see danger first, and dead silence followed by a single note from a bird means danger. Squirrels will tell each other to climb up their tree just because they see danger. These signals tip off other creatures, too, like skunks, and us rabbits.

Since the moment I was born, I was taught to fear everything beyond the mouth of out burrow. Foxes, wolves, bears, and anything to do with humans. I learned to speak other languages, like squirrel and badger. And I was named Tessa when I was a month old. My mother had no particular reason. She just liked the name.

As I grew older, I grew more cautious. As a baby, I thought my parents were just trying to scare me to keep me in the den. But when I was older, I realised how true their words were. I encountered several foxes and even a wolf, and every time I almost didn't make it home. My senses would go into over-drive. Everything I saw, I saw with clearity. I smelled everything in a 10-yard radius. I could hear the buzzing of bugs, the chatter and then silence of animals as the scattered to avoid being food. I could hear the heavy breathing only a few feet behind me. Then I would dive into the burrow, and after a few minutes of scratching, the animal would give up. My parents would calm me, but I would be shaking like a leaf and panting so hard I couldn't spit a word out.

I had always thought that this was the worst type of torture. Being chased past the point of being able to breathe, and then right when you're on your death bed, being shaken awake. Of course, that was before I knew true agony.

One day was a particularly nice day, so I decided to venture a bit farther from the den. Carnivores don't hunt as much on days like it because we can see them too easily. As I hopped farther and farther from my cosy hole, I found an odd contraption. It was silver, and square. It was woven, but the material was stiff. I'd never seen something like this before. It was carelessly covered in leaves. I found an opening at the front, and then the smel hit me. It was sweet and it smelled wonderful. I was pulled inside to find the source of the lovely smell. There was a fat, orange rod, along with some leafy greens and smaller, thin rods. I nibbled the orange thing, and it was one of the most delicious things I'd ever tasted. The leafy stuff and the lumpy thin rods were good, too. But the moment I bit into a round, red plant, something snapped and the opening behind me shut. I squealed and tried to figure a way out. But there was nothing. I instantly hated the fat, sweet veggie. Some squirrels came to the door, chittering at me. I started to cry because I was so terrified. I didn't understand much of what the squirrels said. I heard then tell me that I was in danger, and that there was nothing they could do. And after that, I didn't get a word. Soon, they left. I begged them to stay, to try and help me, but they didn't know rabbit, and they were gone.

I sat in the woven box, crying for help still, wishing someone would let me out. And then some loud footsteps, too heavy to be a canine's came towards me. At first, I thought it may be a bear, but then feet that were too alien to be a forest animal's came into view. My jail was human-made. So were the foot-covers it was wearing, and the material covering it's body. It was a human itself.

I was instantly terrified. It lifed my container and the small amount of leaves floated to the forest floor. It looked at me, it's teeth bared. I think it was trying to look friendly, but it looks scary and freakish. It was obviously male. "Let me out!" I squeaked. "I want to go home!" he just laughed.

He carried me for a while in my cell, and he placed me in a large, loud machine. We were in it for a very long time and finally it stopped. It carried me for a minute longer. Then he called "Hailey! I have something for you, dear!"

A little girl with blonde, bouncing curls, huge dark green eyes, and a face splattered with brown freckles flounced into the room. "Yes, Daddy? What is it?" Then she spotted the cage. "Oh, a bunny! That's just what I wanted! Let me see it!" she said, bending down to peer at my face. Then she huffed. "Daddy, it's wrong." she said. "I wanted a white bunny."

He smiled at her. "Dear, this rabbit it perfectly fine. All the white bunnies I found were sickly, and wouldn't have lasted very long. This is the healthiest rabbit I've seen in a while." she pouted and stared at me. I stared back incase she tried to make a move at me.

"Fine." she decided finally. "But I still want a white one to go with it." she hissed. And with that, she snatched my cage and trudged up the stairs.

She swung the door open to her room, opened the front of the cage up and dumped me into a hutch. There was enough room for about 10 rabbits, so it shouldn't have been a issue. But I counted, and I started to see a problem.

Now that I was here, there was 17 rabbit in the hutch.

Cream rabbits, brown rabbits, black rabbits, tan, spotted, patched, striped, multi-coloured. I'd never seen so many pelt colours. Yet in spite of all the colours, there wasn't a single white one.

"Your name is Love because of your heart." the girl said boredly. Then she skipped away without another glance.

I felt a tap, and I must've jumped 3 feet in the air, it scared me so bad. I saw a petit tan bunny. Her colours were closer to white in some places, and closer to beige in others. Her ears were very long and floppy. "Hello." she said in a miserable tone that didn't match her forced smile. "My name is Harriet. Welcome to hell." the other rabbits all looks sulky. "There's water over there in the bottle, and food in that bowl, and go to the bathroom in that corner. Other than that, go wild." she said, pointing to all the places. Sh started to hop away.

"Wait! Where am I actually?" I asked her. She grimaced.

"Well, that little girl is Hailey. She loves rabbits more than anything, but she really loves white ones. Her father is a skill poacher, and brings her back rabbits all the time. But white rabbits are getting hard to find. She used to put rabbits back, but she finally just decided to start keeping us until she gets here white one." Harriet explained.

"Can't we escape?" I asked. "I mean, there's 17 of us. Surely we can find a way out." I said hopefully. Harriet just sighed.

"We've been trying for a long time. I doubt there's a way out." She said. "Even the bucks have been helping, which is a shock. They usually don't mind being stuck in a cage with lots of girls, but I think even they're getting claustrophobic." she said. "She never nice to us. We're lucky if we get food or water sometimes. She yells at us, hits us, takes her anger out on us. She even killed one of us once." Harriet said seriously. "Going into the cage was a bad idea. So like I said, welcome to hell."

All I managed to choke out was "Oh."

This was it. I was going to live here. Probably find my mate here. Have kits here. And I was going die here. I would be abused, neglected, and hurt by humans until my last breath. I would feel every second of pain, every moment of loss, and every flash of hurt, but I would never die until I got old. It wouldn't be hurtful enough to just put me out of my misery. I had to be tortured first.

And I thought dying in the mouth of a wolf was bad.

An overly-fat black rabbit with a brown face and paws hopped over. "Telling the new girl?" she asked. Harriet nodded. "My name is Cleopatra. Just call me Cleo."

"Don't call me Love. I don't like that name. My name is Tessa." I told them. They nodded and smiled at me. I smiled back weakly, but inside, I had already started dying. And that was before the real fun had even begun.

For a month, I was screamed at, cried on, squeezed, smacked, and had my ears pulled. And I had enough of it.

"We're getting out." I stated. Cleo and Harriet rolled their eyes. They were the only people that ever talked to me. None of the bucks had taken an interest in me, not that I cared. The bucks were annoying, and flirted and hinted at things and gave cheezy compliments even to girls they didn't like. Most of the girls were with the bucks a lot just because it either gave them a sense of security, or they were just like that. The only ones who didn't were me, Cleo, Harriet, and Lillie-Ann, a little black rabbit with a single white spot on the tip of her right ear. Lillie-Ann was far gone. She'd been stuck in this cage with the horrid little girl for almost 3 years. She often sat in a corner, twitching and sniffing. She never spoke, but she would occationally squeal out as if in pain for no reason. She'd probably be dead, since she never moved, except that Harriet refused to let her perrish. She fed and watered poor Lillie, and was now one of the few people Lillie didn't scream and bite at whenever they got too close. Lillie had quickly warmed up to me, and sometimes I stroked her ears in failed attempt to calm her.

"Tess, there's no way out." Cleo said. "We've told you, we've already tried-"

"I DON'T CARE!" I snapped at her. "I'm not spending the rest of my life with this pack of dumb does and girl-hungry bucks just to starve to death! I don't want to end up like Lillie-Ann! I want to be home. With my mum and dad. And I don't care that you've tried everything. I'm getting out. And I'm bringing Lillie-Ann because I can't watch her act like this for another minute." I said with a very final voice. It ended the conversation.

And for the next two days, I sat in a quiet, out-of-the-way spot, watching how Hailey opened the cage. I practiced when she left, figuring out how I could do it from the inside. And then, after a lot of tries, I got it.

I let it hang there, not opened, but unlocked. I didn't want to bring all 16 of the other rabbits. Just Harriet, Cleo, and Lillie-Ann. I found Harriet and told her that I needed her. It was important. I added that we needed to bring Lillie-Ann and Cleo. So I went to find Cleo while Harriet coaxed Lillie to stand.

After a few minutes, we managed to bring Lillie to the door. And then, I pushed it open. It was heavy at first, but once it was free of the lip of the hutch, it swung open easily.

Harriet and Cleo looked like they were looking at an angel. Lillie-Ann looked like an angel had just told her she'd won the lottery and could eat carrots for the rest of her life.

We scampered away, leaving the door open. We didn't bring them with us, but they deserved to have a chance to get out. Lillie didn't need coaxing, either. Infact, the three of us were having trouble keeping up with her.

Once we were at the bottom of the stairs, we faced a challenge. There was no way out of the house. We stared at the door, hoping it might magically open, when we heard something. We looked behind us to see a blonde buck named Finder following us. He hadn't known his real name, and Hailey had named him Finder. So that's why he has a dumb name.

I liked Finder. He was the most decent buck in the cage. He never flirted very often, and was nice to everyone. And as a bonus, he was kinda cute. Okay, maybe a lot cute, but nobody really needs to know that... "Hey girls!" he said. He looked at us all. "Alrighty. Cleopatra. Harriet. Tessa. Lillie-Ann." he said, counting us.

"Cleo." Cleopatra huffed. "It's Cleo."

"Lillie." said a soft, babyish voice. We turned in shock to Lillie-Ann. It was the first word she'd said in 2 years. "Just Lillie, please."

Finder nodded. "Alright. Were you waiting for me?" he asked, staring at us.

"No." I said. "We were waiting for a way out." he laughed and walked to the door. With a push of his muzzle, a square of it lifted. "Cat flap." he explained. We nodded in thanks and crawled out.

"So where to now?" he asked. I started hopping in the direction of the forest, which was only a good 20 metres infront of us. They all followed.

Cleo and Harriet talked about the best way to dig a burrow while Lillie-Ann danced around silently. She hadn't looked so happy once since I lived with her. Finder walked beside me.

"You lived here?" he asked. I nodded. "Same. I love the forest..."

For a reasonably long time, the five of us bounced around the forest. We really made an interseting team. A tan, flop-earred bundle of kindness. An over-weight, powerful princess. A small, quiet piece of insanity. A blonde, sweet slice of beauty. And then there's me. A brown, normal person with a side of smartness and determination.

After what seemed like forever, we found a hole. I was excited, because it smelled exactly like mum and dad. hopefullness swelled to the size of an elephant in my chest. I crawled in and looked around, but it smelled all wrong inside. The smells were faded. The footprints in the floor we old. It had a pure sense of abandonment. And suddenly, like someone had popped a balloon, my hopefulness had gone from the size of an elephant to the size of a walnut in a second.

I pulled myself out of the hole and sniffed around, following a stale scent that belonged to mum and dad. Nobody followed. And then I smelled something new. Death and something else. Human-made. Metal. I found the trap, but I knew what it was this time. I knew the material, and the smell of death stopped me form getting closer. It was jawed with sharp teeth like a wolves. And I knew what happened to my parents.

I don't know how long I sat there sobbing before Finder was there. He wrapped his paws around me and I felt sick as I cried. Cleo, Harriet and Lillie joined us and they processed what happened. Nobody said anything.

We all hobbled back to the den. We emptied the den of whatever was in it, re-bedded it with our own loose fur as well as soft baby grass and stray feathers from birds that had flown overhead. Then, just as the night hit us, we all snuggled in, and I felt safe and at home. I rested my head on Finder's back and closed my eyes, forgetting the trap, and my parents, and Hailey, and everything except my friends. I sense and feel them close to me, whether it's Finder's back, Harriet's ears brushing my foot, Cleo's loud breathing, or Lillie's twitching whiskers.

And I knew that I was going to be okay, that everything was going to be okay, because I wasn't going to live there. I wasn't going to suffer there. I wasn't going to die there.

I was going to stay there forever in nothing but bliss and pure happiness with everything I had left. And it was everything I could ever want.


~I am home...~

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

I hope it's not too long. :\

Oh, and even though it didn't say I needed permission, it said that I needed to PM Bliss. So here's my proof that I sent the PM Here.

[.:dragonfly:.]

Pet's ID Tag: Five.
Name You'd Choose for It: Tommi
Gender: Male

Reason You Want It:
I love zombies and dogs, when I saw this character I fell in love, he is so epic. He will be used in roleplays and I will get loads of art made for him.

History/Background/Other:


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yup, sure do. ^-^

Work In Progress!

[snowflake139]

Pet's ID Tag: 21
Name You'd Choose for It: Sonata
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I play instruments, and love doing that, so naturally I would be attracted to anything with a design that has to do with music. xD I love the design in general as well; the softer, brownish colors really attract my eye, and the other white non-musical markings are very pretty as well. Her name suits her very well. Finally, she's a wallaby, which I think is extremely unique.

History/Background/Other:
Personality
Quiet - Sonata doesn't speak much; she prefers to speak through music.
Musical - Sonata's whole life revolves around music. She wouldn't be able to live without it.
Impatient - Sonata is extremely impatient; it probably comes from living with others who just never understand her, and never will.
Inquisitive -
WIP (Thought I should get to the story first xD)

The Story
I was born with music in my heart, my head, my body. It swelled inside of me and filled me with longing for it. Other wallabies, they were only interested in finding food and foraging. Me? I was interested in finding where that music came from.

I was always humming, from the moment I was born, according to my mother. The others were crying, and I was humming. Don't you think that would mean something?
WIP (And I still have to get permission)

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

[Gone Forever:.]

[EDIT]

[eiralune]

I used to be Delecri, then Miss-meo, I just wanted to cheak in, because I've adopted a pet or two from here.

[antler apathy]

Kennel number #93.
Old image
Revamp version
[Click for full Image ^^]
where you got the lineart Custom by me.

[Tammanae]

I think that the art the user has of that character was the one I made, and the eyes are pink, as the reference makes no show of green anywhere. Just pointing out as that means the character will have two different sets of eyes now.

[antler apathy]

Well quite sorry, but I just picked a color for there was no true color reference for the eyes on that sheet :/

[Tammanae]

Why are you apologizing? I was just pointing out.