Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Atwood]

Just asking over here, since my question wasn't answered and if the donation should be there, I probably won't have enough time:

Urp, was the spoonbill donation taken down? o3o It was number 18 last week and I thought it was up at the beginning of this week..

The spoonbill was taken down because it had been up for two months - you could probably ask the original donator about doing a private adoption though. :3 There was a copy-paste error when the new donations were put up that left the older donations along with the new ones, which has been fixed now, so that's probably why you remember it being up for a little while this week.

[BPeppers]

Hmm... I'm not sure if I've posted a form yet. ^^

I would love to adopt!
Number: 14
Picture:
Name: Celestia
Species: Winged Cheetah
Personality:
=Loving=
Celestia has a very warm, nurturing nature. Everyone she meets makes their heart warm, and she's secretly proud of that. She'd love nothing more than to have everyone feeling warm and light inside.
=Social=
Celestia has a way with people. Everyone she talks to laughs at her jokes, and listens to everything she has to say. Most people would rather talk to her then their own mate, or brother.
=Scared=
Celestia gets scared easily. If a mouse, or a bug were to pop up from nowhere, she'd give a small squeak, or scream. If someone for some reason, doesn't like her, she gets all tense and freaked out that they're going to come after her in her sleep, or something. She needs her friends' support then.
=Gullible=
Because Celestia is trustworthy, she's also very gullible. She'll listen to every word that any of her friends say, even if it's sarcasm, and believe it. So, some of her friends play tricks on her a lot. In the end, she'll always laugh it off, though. ^^
=Sweet=
Celestia is always like the sweet girl, loving and nurturing and motherly. She cares for every soul, even those who hate her and she's afraid of. She'd give her own life, not only for the ones she love, but also any one at all.

Likes:
-Lollipops, nature, pups, Celestial things, friends, flying, cherries, and anything sweet.
Dislikes:
-She doesn't really dislike, anything, so to say, but she gets terrified of powerplants, people that hate her, and anything that pops out of nowhere.

Background(Just a clip. ^^):

The ground shuddered, and it seemed that the skies awoke. The clouds parted, casting a ray of light onto the biggest being in the meadow. Celestia. She opened her eyes, and with a feeling of happiness, her wings started to spread. They were a gorgeous pattern, they were. Almost all of her friends admired her wings, full of oranges and the back and white. Her friends said it reminded them of the constant battle between Light and Darkness, and what would become in the end. She smiled at the thought of her friends. Most would think of her as a pussy, or a sap, but her friends didn't care. They loved her, for who she was.

She stretched, as she usually did before flying, her limbs screaming for action, being fully rested from her nap. She shook her head, as if it would rattle her brain and wake it up, as she was still a bit foggy. She blinked her eyes, attempting to bat out the crud in them, and finally, she started her way up the hill.

Her paws were tiny, as usual for a cheetah. Small paws, thick limbs, tightly squeezed fur, and a long, steardy tail, used for balance and speed. Her tail rippled, and started working as she bolted up the hill. She would need a head start, if she were to take off. The ground quickly became of rock, hard but firm under her soft paw pads. She fanned her eyes shut, knowing that suddenly-There was no ground at all.

She loved the feel of it all, the pressure on her shoulder blades as her wings sprouted from them, and flapping them, slowly, up and down. The air echoed as they lifted her, and she could feel her fur rustling as it rushed against her body. The wind lifted her stomach and behind, having it wave in the wind. Her stomach twisted, but in a good way, like when you're doing a front flip in the water. Her tail, stretched behind her, was steering.

She loved it so much. The clouds passed overhead, and she quickly dodged a small one coming her way. Her tail tip was damp, though. Her eyes opened, finally, and she glanced at the valley below. She was far past the meadow already, and she was so high that she could see small mountains below her. They seemed to smile as she passed by. Celestia knew that nature loved her.

She also knew she loved to fly.

A picture you drew: Maybe, if I have time.

[t i r e d.]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:

Name: Kumori Neko (Shadow Cat in Japanese)
Species: Maine Coone Cat
Personality: Kumori tends to stick to himself when it comes to crowds, but has a small group of friends that he keeps close. He never acts young, but often envies childish felines the ability. He isn't shy, and when he speaks, which isn't often, people listen. He is an amazing planner, likes everything to go his way.
Likes: Everything going his way, dark nights, chocolate pudding.
Dislikes: Water, wind, those that think they're smarter than him (Mostly because they're not)
Background:Kumori opened his eyes slowly. The dark night outside was lit by the sliver of a moon, the single light that stood out through even the city lights. It's a November night in Eastern Japan, and Kumori is three months old. His mother and the rest of the litter were curled around him, but as always, he was on the edge of their circle, closest to the shadows of the corner. Even as a kitten he had been drawn to them. His mother had often meowed her complaints about his dark gray and black coat blending in too well with the shadows. Often she had said that the only thing that had kept her from losing him was his icy blue eyes, stunning even in sunlight. The house around them was silent, abandoned long ago, but almost always inhabited by cats, mostly from his mother's line. Kumori stood, creeping along the edge of the dim moonlight, and slid out through a small hole in the wall to join the night outside. Almost immediately, he dissapeared, seeming to be only a floating pair of eyes in the darkness. He stalked through the yard, pausing every so often to make certain that his family hadn't awoken. He kept walking, staying in the darkness, freezing at every noise, until he reached a small, boxy home. He leapt smoothly onto a trash can, then to a window ledge, peering in through the window connected to it. Inside, a small family of cats was sleeping around an open fire, most curled up next to toddlers, or vice versa. Kumori watched them silently, his eyes never leaving the kittens. Soon, dawn began to come, and with it, his family's awakening. Hurrying, but with a gait that still matched silk, he trotted home. His family was still when he arrived, none of them seeming to have moved. He crept in, curious, for felines sleep for short periods, and move often. Standing over his mother, her watched her sides, waiting for the taletell sign of her being asleep-her deep breathing. But it didn't come. Previously unnoticed, a scent wafted past his nose. Humans. Poision. The stench was thick, and he immediately began gasping. Outside he ran again, to meet the still feeble rays of sunlight. Death hung about the house in an almost visible curtain. He sprinted away, further and further. In the unfiltered sunlight he was almost blind, so accustomed to night life was he. Panting like a disgusting dog, he finally stopped. His dark fur stood out against the cement, and he was easily spotted. He knew it. He knew it well enough that he wasn't surprised when someone picked him up. Something was stabbed into his arm, but too exhausted to care, he just laid there.
He woke slowly, the medicine was taking it's time going through his system. His forelegs were stretched in front of him, and therefore the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, but he blinked them slowly, not wanting to believe his own vision. His forelegs were striped, and a different base color than his body. As he gained the strength to move his head, he saw that similiar things had been done to the rest of his body. Humans had been the ones to do this, that much was obvious, but no humans were around. He wobbled to his feet, legs stiff from unuse. He leapt to the floor from the counter he had been laid on, and walked right out the open door. No one tried to stop him, and he had the feeling that no one was even there. On the pavement again. The pavement hurt his now sore paw pads. The humans must have done something to them too. He continued padding down the street, in a bit of a daze until once again, he was picked up. This time he fought like a demon, thrashing and clawing with all his might, yet he knew there was nothing he could do but wait once he felt the familiar stab of a needle in his arm. This time he awoke in a cage, smelling of animal fear and sadness. All around him other animals were locked up in similiar cages, and browsing through were humans, acting as if they owned each and every cat and dog. Kumori hissed whenever people came near, scratched them. This went on for months, and any other animal would have been put down, but the staff had grown fond of Kumori, of colorful coat and his obvious fear of humans. They waited patiently with him for a human that would be able to work with him and help him through it.
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

[nowi]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 14

Name: Arasteleva Kukkia, "Ara"
(means Shy Blossom in Finnish)
Species: Winged Cheetah
Gender: Female

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:

A picture you drew:

WIP~

[Meadow]

Thank you Atwood. ^^ Just ignore my form.

[alas,]

I would like to adopt! He would be perfect for a story that has popped into my mind<3


number; Seventeen.
name; Ikuinen, meaning 'everlasting' in Finnish. I searched through so many languages with the word 'everlasting', and Finnish's word for it was so pretty<3
alias; Iku. When others of his kind roamed the planet, they called him Socrates and/or Socra (short for Socrates), though.
pronounciation; ee-kwu-nen
gender; Male.
species; Robotic Newfoundland Wolf (canis lupus beothucus) [x] -please read history to find out more-

personality; Territorial, grumpy, responsible, wise, loyal, somewhat willing, sly, determind, sarcastic, motherly.
Territorial; He really likes his space, and being the last Newfie Wolf, he figures his own niche is a nice and respectful thing to allow. He really hates it when people try and take anything from him, as well, for practically everything else is gone. He is deprived of hope and wants nothing more but comfort for himself.
Grumpy; He really has nothing, and when you lack everything besides a home, life gets pretty empty and you don't want anyone inside to perk you up- lonliness makes you mad. Iku already knows that nothing will help him get better after his mate left him. To many mixed feelings for everything, there's really nothing else to feel. This is why he is so moody.
Responsible; He realy can't leave anything to die except his enemies and game. Iku must do what he feels it correct and no one can chang that. He's not nessisarily stubborn, just more so determinded. He takes good care of himself, too, though he just doesn't have much, is all.
Wise; It seems as if he knows all, what is bound to happen next, what fate and life and death are all about. He would be the guy everyone would come to, if he weren't an illegal citizen.
Loyal; If he isn't intending to kill you later in life, he won't let you down if there' one last breath inside of him.
Somewhat Willing; Sacrifice is what he does best. Hesitant to do it, but it's the outside that can't seem to grasp the fact that death is not an option. His soul is always ready to save.
Sly; Being an illegal citizen has is ups and downs. You can't been seen, trusted, or interacted with. You must be sneeaky to cover all that.
Determind; He doesn't give up easy, and always tries to reach his goals no matter what he must go though to get there.
Sarcastic; It's his way of being rude. He attacks, too, but he doesn't really taunt so much as use sarcasm on them. He has a habit of using sarcasm, anyway.
Motherly; At times. If he were up to it, though, he could easily replace a mother wihout the longing for her back.
likes; Children- humans or animals, winning, life, pain.
Children; They are so innocent, so unknowing of what death and life may be. He pities them, the fear that they will have for something that has happened that they don't understand. The the accidents, all the incendents the robots cause. Death is an unknown creature to them, only a hair away. He specifically likes Gaby, Shay, and Kallis, the only up and close fleshies he's ever been close to.
Winning; Pleasure? Of course. But there's something deeper- relief. Relief is so much weight of your shoulders, the only thing that' always there, giving out hands when it is needed. If you win, there's not as much to worry about later.
Life; It's something he won't loose to please the humans, something he's determinded to keep because of this factor.
Pain; It depends on if they deserve it or not. If they do, a gruesome grin will grow upon his snout. If they don't deserve it, he'll be like any right soul and be sad. He can carry on, though.
dislikes; Robots, trasspassing, adult humans, physical contact, helping, overwhelming emotions.
Robots; They cause death. Not that Iku minds death, but that's just the thing. It depends on who they kill, and/or if they're doing anything harmful to a species that he would actually desire to exsist.
Trasspassing; You own one thing in the whole entire planet earth, and everyone decides that they want to trample their dirty feel all over our lawn. How many things do they own, that they feel they must mark this area that solidly belongs to you?
Adult Humans; They are the ignorant ones, who can't run on their own decisions, but must rely on other of their kind to keep moving forward. The children are smart and do their own thing. Wolf-like, persay.
Physical Contact; There's a part of his that doesn't want to be altered any further, and he believes the faintest touch could do such a thing. He allows certain special people to touch him, though he still dislikes it.
Helping; If only he were to pity everything in the world so he would assist them. Too bad he doesn't. Iku only helps those he pities, and still regrets it most of the time.
Overwhelming Emotions; When they're directed to them he hates it. When he's the one sending them out it seems a little awkward, but he'll most likely continue with it.

background; Rough things are painful to the pads, loud noises painful to the ears, rank food painful to the tongue. Maybe the world was supposed to be hard for me like this, living an illegal life, trotting ‘round my small territory wincing with each step my paws can take. I live alone here- life with someone else is too risky. They might notify the security robots and come to take me away. No one cares now, the animal mechanisms are no longer needed and the humans have built robots that produce oxygen, so we have no need for plants either. I am on overdrive, by the way, a robot gone wild. I have my own feelings, my own ideas and dreams. Their best robot yet, I suppose. Though fleshies don’t live in the now, they live in the future, always making plans for bigger and better things. I was a rough draft, a sloppy copy- unneeded, just there to find flaws. I’ll tell you what; I may be flawed, but not as flawed as their recent creations…

Humanoid robots, they assist to every human’s need and desire. But I know something the fleshies don’t know~ My artificial brain is likes theirs, so I can tell you what the robots are thinking. They don’t want to serve, but to be served. I’ll bet you in a week they’ll declare world domination. Won’t trespass my territory, nope! Not in this landfill, they won’t. I can ward them off all by myself. I’m so strong, a mistake by the creators. But they don’t plan, just make blindly.

I am illegal because my kind was meant to be destroyed, and the people had enough heart to let the survivors go live somewhere far away, out of the city. I refused and hid while the other mechanical animals were shipped off somewhere where their death lay in wait. You really think the humans would let us live after all the scraps we stole from the trash? All the prey we ate that belonged to them? They’re too homicidal to do that.

Like I said, I was the first of my kind but wasn’t revered at all. In fact, I was avoided mostly because of my odd thoughts. They called me Socrates from the Greek world, whatever that is. My real name is Ikuinen, though. Means ‘everlasting’ in Finnish, though everyone speaks English now, every other language is dead. I’ve lived long enough to hear Spanish, though. It’s cool, all the letters we don’t use a lot they used a lot. Doesn’t matter now…

My paws were aching, all the human trash on my territory hurts your pads. I didn’t limp, though, and walked to my den. It smelt bad, but I’m used to it. There are good smelling things on reflective sheet of glass that are attached to the really old automobiles the fleshies used to use. I search for those like the real wolves would hunt for food long ago. They make the place smell better, sort of. I managed to find some cockroaches, but I ate them as I went along so I’m empty handed. No food, no good smelling territory, no good feeling spots on my body. Life is hopeless for me, but I’m willing to go on, to make sure the humans don’t get the pleasure to see me go. I wouldn’t dare make them happy.

Once inside my den, I curled up against compacted trash that I used to make walls. Today was tiring, not much luck with food or fresheners, but when do I ever? My mind slowed down along with my breathing and heart rate and I quickly fell into a deep slumber. Well, a recharging state, mind you.

.::.

I was wrong. Close to the real answer, but still wrong. Pings and pangs outside my territory could be heard and it was obvious. The robot versus human war has begun six days early than I’d assumed. I would say I was half-expecting this to come up earlier because I am so smart, but that would be a lie. A big fat lie because I was really just ranting when I said it before. Though I must say, you have to be wise to sneak around illegally for over a decade.

The noises were becoming louder as the fat fleshies who hadn’t done anything for years except order around machines appeared. They were on strange floating chairs and exo-suits with built in lasers, bombs, guns, swords- you name it. I think I saw a nuke on the biggest man, I swear, this guy’s suit had to be as big as three pick-ups! The robots were winning (as I expected) but I did feel a pang of pity overcoming me for the fleshies. Why? No clue, they killed my kin. Why should I care?

I chose to stay inside my den to keep from staying seen, it’s better not to be out and about today. I was pretty sure that I lived in a big enough dump that the roaches would come to me, anyways. It wasn’t long that the bugs came creeping inside away from the ruckus and I swallowed up every one. I sat there for hours, my eyes concentrating in the dark of my pit-den with my built in night-vision. Every insect gushed in my mouth, full of flavor. Yes, they taste disgusting, but I can’t turn into a cannibal because one; my wolf brethren is extinct, and two; I’m petty sure bug guts taste better than iron.

I lay down after awhile, my eyes pained and leaking special liquids to keep them moist. My body was comfortable and it was about to recharge again, but I heard a knocking at my den wall. I had closed off the opening before the bugs snuck in with more trash. My ears were erect and I was trying to decide if I was hearing things or not. There was another sequence of knocks and then grunts of frustration. They sounded like children grunts. I stood up and neared the door, placing my ear real close to it.

I heard many heart beats. Not just one. They were really fast from running far, and even faster because they were kids. I love kids, whether they are animal or not. Just not robot kids- they’re ugly.

“There isn’t anyone in there, sissy,” a small girl said on the other side.

“Shush,” the sister hissed, “one more knock.” Another hard knock; I had to choose. These innocent youngsters would die if I didn’t let them in. I swore under my breath that I’d regret this, but shouted to the other side:

“Hang on!” I shoved the waste to the side and the fleshies ran in. There goes my record of never being nice to them. Once they were in, the oldest, a female, began sobbing. I closed the opening and focused my eyes on the strangers. They couldn’t see me, it was too dark. I could see them, though, and there were three of them. A girl, about sixteen was the oldest. There was another female, about two, and the other one was a male, about eleven.

“Thanks,” the oldest sniffed once she collected herself. “Our house was bombed, my older sister is dead.” Another addition to the family? Ugh…

“How old?” I asked in my fake, robotic voice. I didn’t realize I made a mistake until the boy swore and took and gun hanging from a sash across his body. I sounded too much like a humanoid robot since I could speak like a fleshy.

“Shoot the walls so you can see me,” I suggested, knowing they would have to see to believe.

“I don’t trust you, I don’t want to see,” the boy said. The oldest snatched the sniper and shot the wall, igniting a clump of trash knocking it to the ground. The bugs fled back into their havens, away from the brightness. While their eyes adjusted, I was busy choosing a harmless looking pose, though my massive size wasn’t going to help, I soon figured. So, I just stood as their eyes grew huge.

“What…are you?”

“A wolf. The last of my kind. They others were shipped away somewhere while I hid here. I wasn’t ready to die.” I knew they didn’t believe me, so I gave them the huge, long, detailed story that made more sense than anything. “If you don’t trust me, get out of my home,” I grumbled when I finished. A mouth opened in protest, but shut again. The kid who said he didn’t trust me walked up and put his hand over my back. Normally I would freak, I hated being touched, but I let him. The boy caressed my fur and smiled.

“The name’s Kallis, my oldest sister is Shay, and my littlest sis is Gaby.” I nodded in approval and decided to tell them my name.

“Ikuinen.” I gave him my paw and he took it. My paw was twice as big as his hand. It felt weird, letting the things that killed my kin shake my paw. I felt it was too formal and pulled away. He frowned, obviously liking the feeling. Being the first normally feels awesome, I know.

“Is there something else I can call you? Like Ikki or something?” I suddenly regretted this. Kallis was the most annoying thing. At least the others kept their distance.

“Socrates.”

“Like the Greek philosopher?” He chuckled. “Okay, Socra’.” I felt like a doll, being dressed up with names, so I told him to call me ‘dog’. He objected, of course, but I threatened to bite of his hand and he shut up. I began to dig out some tunnels from the trash so different rooms. I didn’t want to be stuck with Kallis or any of the others.

I finished after a few hours, a small area big enough for the three of them to cuddle. I don’t know if humans squeeze together or not, but that’s all I was giving. At least they got the back. They walked back there quietly, trying not to sound disappointed, but I knew they were. It was almost too small for me, let alone three beings. I curled up in the front, ready to sleep. The fighting had died down outside and I was exhausted. I’m guessing what they had to improve on, the fleshies- the energy a robot could hold at a time.

I was all comfy in my corner, sleeping- scratch that- recharging, when I felt a light amount of pressure applied to my torso. I awoke instantly about to snap, but in the pressure’s place was a curled up Gaby, hiding in my fur to keep warm. I cocked my head wanting the organism off of me, but I was keeping her warm, and she was keeping me company, something I haven’t had in decades. I did something forbidden in my own mind; I let the fleshy stay, and was actually happy about it. I could almost hear her whisper in such a small, innocent baby voice, ‘night-night, puppy’.

.::.

The light of the sun was shinning through small gaps in my den. All the kids were asleep except for Shay. She had taken Gaby from my side and was staring at me in fear, obviously not trusting me because of my robotic life.

“Morning, Ikuinen. Nice to see you awake.” I nodded and beamed at the sleeping child in her arms.

“Why’d you take her? She was keeping me company,” I stated. Shay avoided my gaze and stared at the ground. I stood up, my insides creaking, and paced towards her. I sat down beside her and whispered, careful not to wake Gaby:

“You never answered my question.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah…I just, it’s a little weird, something so big near something so small. I thought if you rolled you would crush her,” she lied. I knew she didn’t trust me.

“I meant yesterday, how old was your sister? The one who died, I mean.” Curiosity killed the cat. But maybe that was better than any other form of death. I needed to know if her age was large enough to have been helping the fleshies kill my wolf brothers and sisters.

“Oh- her name was Kalia, she was twenty-three. Why is it so important to you?”

“Anything to know humans better makes my life easier. Was she like you guys, or like others humans? Y’know, careless brutes.” I knew the answer; I just tried not to sound suspicious. Kalia was too young to help.

“She was like none of us. Wild girl, she was. I didn’t understand her. Always mumbling about the one, the one who would save us. ‘Everlasting’ she called the person. Lingering creature, knew so much more than its kind~” She trailed off in thought as did I. It was a long time before her head shot up and she gasped in horror.

“What language is your name in…Finnish? I studied that in school-“ So, they still had those? “-doesn’t it mean everlasting?” Her eyes grew wide because she knew that she was right. “You are meant to save us, and she knew. Crazy Kal knew.”

I have to admit, I was scared. I had done enough for these fleshies, but now I’m destined to save their hides? That’s just not right, making me do so much that I don’t want to do. I like these kids, sure, but to sacrifice my life for them? I don’t think I love enough to die for someone. I’m too, y’know, fake. Robotic. I was built to assist, sure, but I was more an army machine. Not a life machine.

“Shay, I- I really don’t think this robot is meant to save anyone,” I revealed my thoughts to her. She shook her head acknowledging my words, eating them up. I don’t think she believed it, either. I felt bad. If I knew I would need saving and my savior denied it, would I die?

“Yeah, that’s alright. Kalia was crazy anyway.” I could tell she was sad. I scooted closer to her and she leaned on my side, sniffling. “Socrates was killed, by the way, and you lived through the murdering of your kind. I don’t think that alias fits you, Ikuinen.”

“Be like your brother and call me dog then.”

“But you’re not a dog, either. You’re a wolf,” she reminded me.

“Okay, well call me Ikuinen,” I shrugged. What was she supposed to call me? Nenny? Even for one you practiced Finnish, Ikuinen is a confusing word.

“How about Iku? Short and sweet.” Shay smiled, obviously pleased with herself.

“Yeah, sure, kid.” I grinned back at her and then stared at Gaby. Shay picked her up and placed the recharging bundle between my legs. Oh, sorry, my bad- the sleeping bundle.

.::.

We stayed inside the den for the longest time, eating bugs and anything else we could find. The occasional mouse or rat scurried by, and I would kill those and give them to the children. I cared for them for a lengthy while; as long as the war lasted they would be mine. It came to the point where the years were a blur and we celebrated all sorts of birthdays and holidays I didn’t know existed. I have so many mixed feelings for them, like Kallis who is now fourteen, three years older. Gaby’s my darling who’s five and the skinniest thing I’ve ever saw. Shay is nineteen and the alpha of the household.

I was watching Gaby play with a mouse who’s decided to stay around with her and trust us, when it smacked me in the face that we needed food. We’ve been living on insects and reptiles that we’ve come across in the den, also the rare small mammal. I gathered up Shay and we set off for food. She didn’t like the idea with the war still going on. Any human would be blasted in the first line of sight, though I said I’d protect her.

A massive amount of scared/dying people were on my territory. I told Shay how if there was a human who dared to cross the line of my area, they’d be killed instantly whether they are innocent or not. It might be because of a robot, or us. She didn’t mind being a cannibal, and I didn’t need much so I didn’t care, either. Just the occasional meat or berry to keep my artificial heart sending shocks to the rest of my body. Keeps me active.

We came back home with a fresh human and random limbs of all kinds and we had a feast. They explained Thanksgiving to me and I pretended that’s what we were having. It tasted so good; I wished that I had eaten the humans who took the wolves away. I would’ve had an amazing Thanksgiving feast. Seasoned with roaches and all.

.::.

wip~

a picture you drew; May not have time, but I might be able to do an Oekaki. :3

[Egaku]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 17
Picture:
Name: Okorimasu
Means "lose temper"
Nickname/Short: Okori
Age: 3 years (21)
Species: Wolf/Maned Wolf hybrid
Personality: Okori is very easy tempered, and loves to fight which makes him very aggressive. Okori is more of a leader than a follower, He likes to do things his way. He is very intelligent, he's not the type of give up in any circumstance. He is quite and keeps to himself most of the time. His goal is to be the best he can be no matter what the cost. He’s very determined.
Skills/Talents: He is a very skilled hunter, He loves the thrill of chasing down large game. He can climb trees and jump long distances with his muscular legs. He can't swim so he doesn’t like water very much. He is a skilled fighter
with his sharp claws and strong jaws, He is larger than normal wolves/maned so it gives him an advantage over others.
Likes: Oriibu (His mate), Night, Snow, Fighting, Climbing trees, Helping others, the forest, Hunting, and leading.
Dislikes: Water, Death, Humans, Birds especially Crows, Losing or failing, People who piss him off, and Being a follower.

Background: (Okori's father was a wolf and his mother was a maned wolf. It is unknown how they became to know each other but the wierd mix left Okori was strange colors and the large body. He was the only pup to survive from birth out of the two others. This is the only thing Okori remembers from his past because of memory lose from a shot in the head when he was one, the same person who shot him shot his mother and father killing them instantly. It is a also unknown how he survived, shortly after he was shot he was found half dead by a female wolf named Oriibu and shortly fell in love...Oriibu is a healer but she cannot heal herself, Only others.)

The top of the snow glistened like diamonds as Okori trotted through the beautiful forest around him. The sun light reflected off of the snow onto the trees around him. He felt alive. He began to speed up sprinting through the top of the snow, sliding left and right, jumping and sliding through the powdery snow. His fur was speckled with pieces of white snow, so He began to shake off the snow off happily and began to walk onward. His bright green eyes scanned the horizon and his ears shot forward. "Oriibu..." He whispered to himself and began to sprint forward.
He reached a medium sized hallowed cave with ice spears hanging from the entrance. He walked slowly toward the cave entrance to be greeted by her. "Welcome back, Okori.." Her beautiful tail swishing wildly in the air above her. Okori licked the side of her face. "Glad to be back my love..".
"Hunting trip didn't go to well did it?" She said in a disappointed voice.
"No. Couldn’t find any elk. I will go later tonight"
Later that night Okori decided to head out to find some game. Oriibu was already sleeping so he left silently out of the dark cave. Again out into the deep snow, but it wasn’t as bright and glistening as today was. He sniffed the ground and the air frequently trying to track the elk. After a few hours of searching he smelled an interesting scent he had never smelled before. It was of smoke and blood...He then spotted a patch of warm blood on the ground. A few yards away was a bright firery light up ahead. Smoke seemed through the fire up above and figures sat around it. He had never seen such creatures. He then spotted a few elk bodies laying in a pile covered in warm blood that made Okori's mouth water. He moved closer trying to get a better look of these creatures, until they caught sight of the strange animal approaching them cautiously. They stood up quickly grabbing their large guns, one of them already had him in his sights. Okori turned around quickly and began to run as fast as he could in the other direction. Heading for home. He kept running until he found himself falling into a swift river from a tall cliff where he was carried away....
He tried to keep himself up from going under the cold water but kept bobbing under every few seconds. He choked on the freezing water was he neared a bank on the side of the water. He began to paddle towards the bank. By the time he reached it he was panting and gasping for the cold air around him. His thick fur was soaked and freezing cold. He staggered to his feet and began to try to find his way home. As he reached his territory, he realized it had a different scent...Smoke and Blood. His green eyes widened as he ran as fast as he could go all the way home, until he caught sight of his cave. He ran toward the entrance and looked inside. He jerked his head away at the sight of Oriibu...Slaughtered. Blood coated the back of the cave, Gun shoots covering her body. He fell to the ground in grief and agony. He repeated to himself "I couldn’t save her...I was to weak...I couldn’t save her.."
His body became numb as he laid there for hours..
Okori forced himself to get up and walk away from her, the cave, and his home. Rage and sorrow filled his eyes as he walked on. He scanned the horizon looking for the fiery light and smoke. Days passed until he found "them". He circled them as they lay sleeping in their small sleeping bags. His eyes filled with hate, he sprung at the first, Killing him instantly with a bite on the neck. The screams of the first woke the rest of the two and reached to grab the pistols at their sides. He lunged at the next biting on his shoulder and throwing him at the other man. They screamed and ran away leaving everything behind, leaving them at mercy to the forest.. He had his revenge, but what was he to do now..?
(Okori went on by himself for about a year until he came across a pack of outcasts in the area. It was full of "different" canines that were kicked out of their pack because of disformed or missing limbs, Broken bones, or for just being different. The leader was arrogent and foolness, cared for nothing but himself. Okori challenged him for his rank as leader. Okori as strong and large as he was won the battle with minor injuries, leaving Okori the leader of this group of outcasts. He knew what he had to do. Take in any and all outcasts in his pack and protect them at all cost.)
W.I.P

[Chara Dreemurr]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 14
Picture:
Name: Lämmintä Kultaa, meaning 'Warm Gold' in Finnish. She is more often called 'Kultaa'
And yes, Finnish words are beautiful.
Gender: female
Species: Winged cheetah
Personality:
Kultaa is warm and frisky. She will help anyone in need, and will do everything in her power to help them. But, she can also be calm and quiet, soothing and friendly. The sun's glow when Kultaa is in flight will make her pelt glow like gold, explaining one part of her name. Her warmth explains the other part. She is loyal, and she will do anything for her loved ones.
Kultaa is quite stubborn. She will hold on to an idea, and almost nothing will make her change her mind. She is sometimes immature, unlike when she is calm and quiet. Though being loyal, she can sometimes go ahead and be bossy.
Likes: Kultaa likes many things, from the wind ruffling her feathers, to the hot African sunset. Kultaa loves to feel the wind's tug as she flies and the sun's warmth on her shoulders.
Dislikes: Being in tight spaces is her worst fear. She needs room to fly and for her wings.
Background:
The sun, oh the sun! A cheetah stood on a cliff, watching the sun go down and cast a red line across the waves, a blood red line. But this was no ordinary cheetah. This cheetah had wings.
The young winged cheetah, who's name was Lämmintä Kultaa, aka Kultaa, suddenly stretched her dark wings, revealing bright colors inside. The sun was gone, and left cold stars glittering above.
Kultaa felt as though she could do anything, fly to the highest mountain and even join the stars! But, it was not to be. She had heard gossip that there was a cheetah, winged like her, that wanted to see stars up close, so he flew up to them. He was never to be seen again. Some thing he died, some think that he's still up there, somewhere, living with the stars.
Kultaa raised her neck, flattened her wings against her side, took a mighty leap, stones crackling under her weight, and fell elegantly off the cliff, like a swimmer diving in water. Just as she was about to hit the sea, she raised her wings, and skimmed the water with her back legs. She rose up, and, making a huge circle, returned to the cape, the cliff jutting out towards the sea.
Kultaa slammed into the transparent window. It was only a dream. She missed those days, where she could fly to her heart's delight, but then a filthy human captured her. I haven't done anything to them! the pretty cheetah thought in vain. What would I do all day, stuck here, a tight enclosed space? She thought, panicked.
She had been peacefully hunting, alone, when this huge net appeared out of the blue. Surpried, she tried to stop her flight towards it, and fly the other way, bit she was going too fast. She slapped into it, and her feet got stuck. Finally, a human came and touched her! The human put a, a thing around Kultaa's left back leg.
The human brought her to a thing, which Kultaa had no name for, but it growled, and she thought it was going to kill her. But no, the human opened it's side and threw Kultaa inside. Kultaa had hated it. The thing, which Kultaa now called 'the growler', kept on jumping up and down, and it reeked of human.
Now, Kultaa was stuck here, and now, a human was approaching her. In it's paw, it held something pointy with a liquid inside. It opened the door, and it clearly wanted to poke Kultaa with this pointy thing. Kultaa shrank back and emitted a cheetah growl. On the human's paws, there was something covering it. A few other humans were following it. Four, to be exact. One of them darted and held Kultaa down, and this one's paws were also covered. One of them had something, and it strapped it around Kultaa's mussel. She tried to bite him, but she couldn't open her jaw. Kultaa was helpless.
They heaved Kultaa out, and put her on a table. It chilled her, and it felt even colder to her side, making Kultaa quite uncomfortable. She tried to move, but the humans were holding her down.
The one with the pointy thing pinched a part of Kultaa's skin, put in the needle, pulled it back out slightly, and pushed the thing on top. Kultaa was surprised at the pinching feeling it gave her, but also horrified that they put some liquid inside her. Who knows what that liquid might be?
Kultaa felt drowsy. She felt like closing her eyes and sleeping. But. She couldn't! The humans were with her. But, she felt so sleepy. So, so, sleepy.

Kultaa opened her eyes. She felt... odd. Different. Kultaa looked on her back. Her wings were still there, and no bones were broken.
It brought something else, having been put something in her. Anger, and determination. Determination to get out.
Kultaa was still on the table. A human had something bright, like the sun's brightness, but harsher. It opened the helpless winged cheetah's eye and put the light to it, inspecting it. It did this to both eyes, and when it was satisfied, it clicked off. A spot stayed in Kultaa's vision from when the lights glared into her eyes.
Kultaa struggled to move, but she could not. They put her back into her cage and closed the door.
A picture you drew: I can't draw :C

[crazy cranky critter]

To say I fell in love with this guy would be an under statement. The design is fantastic!
I would like to adopt!

Number:
17

Picture:


Name:
Tiki
[pronounced TICK-E]

Meaning:
A tiki is like a little man in the traditional maori style. Usually carved out of green stone or whale bones from an already dead whale. It is worn as a necklace.

Species:
Nokogalu
a subspecies of timber wolves, a small tribe thay has adapted and is much smarter than the average timber wolf.

Personality:
Tiki is strong, tough and doesn't fear anything [including standing on the very edge of a high cliff], the only thing he fears is girls who like him and children, espcially if they were to be his own. He doesn't like his only fears so he discuises them, he pretends that he is too buisy to like anyone and that love is not his thing. But he can't help it and will often act like a super hero for anyone, which usually means that he will get liked.

Likes:
Helping others, having show downs with oposing males, hunting, running, sitting at the edge of a cliff and howling, questioning strangers, showing he is a loyal pack member [unless he holds a grudge against the current alpha]


Dislikes:
Being offered a higher rank which he doesn't want, female wolves speaking to him and trying to earn his love, children who talk alot, children who try to trick him, children who are incredibly smart or cunning.

Background:
I never looked up to my parents. Right from the start I knew it was just me, helping my self through the hardships of the world. While most children would get cross at someone then say "my daddy 's gonna beat you up" I would tell anyone that I was going to beat them up, and I did, unlike the 'daddies' who never seemed to do anything. And this is when I first made a mark on the tribe.

To this day I'm confused as to how they didn't notice me, I was pure white back then. A creature of light in a forest of darkness. My coat was almost luminous in the pitch black forest. But that didn't matter, I was the first weaned, the first eating meat and the first granted permission to go out of camp. All the other pups of that season looked up to me as I adventured and battled my way through the forest. I set myself a goal, I wanted to be a chief of either hunting or fighting, either would do. I was bullied alot for my stupid pure white coat, and I suffered a lot as well, prey could see me a mile away!

It took me a lot longer then the other pups to earn rank as a hunter for the pack, my white coat meant constantly failing the test of sneaking up to biting range on a squirrel. By the time I finally completed the test their respect for me had rotted, the first thing I remember after becoming a hunter was this...

The most beautiful young female in the entire pack walked up to me. I almost forgot to breathe with amazement, I wondered what she would want. "Hey Tiki, your a great hunter." she said with a sweet smile. "Thanks." I said, grinning back. Then I froze as she said, in what seemed like slow motion. "I like you, meet me under the oak at midnight." and that was the last I saw of her, she darted off into her den. I was so excited I could barely pay attention during my graduation ceremony. When the moon finally made its way into the sky I headed over to the oak tree. It suddenly crossed my mind that she was the alpha pair's first daughter, what made her like me, I was the seventh son of the lowest ranked pair in the camp. But foolish me, I kept going and sat down under the oak. The hours went by and finally she appeared, grinning. "took you a while." I laughed nervously. And then I realized her grin was more evil then happy. In one fluid motion she signaled and all the male hunters from my season and some females came charging at me. I was paralyzed by fright, until the first wolf hit into me, head butting me over. I leapt back up in a instant, but another wolf was already upon me. I tore at him repeatedly until his pelt turned red. I continued to fight back the swarm until there was only Hope and one other male left. The male stepped forwards. "I' Krig, and Hope is my girl!" he snarled before launching a full on attack. "I never even said I liked her, she asked me out." I growled in between snaps. I had only injured the others, I didn't want to hurt them. But this wolf made my blood boil and my heart turn to lead. I plunged at him, snuffing out his life in a single rip at the neck. He lay there, motionless. And then Hope rushed at me. I was expecting my head to be ripped of, but no, she came and licked the blood off my face. "Tiki, I love you. You are strong and brave." she murmured. My eyes narrowed, after all she had done to me did she expect me to actually like her?! I made up my mind that instant. Females were stupid and love would only bring me more pain. "No, you have no buisness with me and I'm not going to waste my energy protecting a pansy like you." I murmured in a venomous tone. "But Tiki, don't you want to be alpha?" she said, her sweet round eyes set on me. "No." the word came hollowly from my mouth, I would rule all if I was alpha, but not with her as a mate, never would I accept this offer. "Oh but Tiki, you would be a great father for my pups, you would add strength to the alpha family!" she pleaded. That was it, I wasn't going to take some begging idiot to be my mate. Besides, the rules said I couldn't choose a mate until I was four and I was only three and a half. "I hate children. Now for the last time go away." I spat out before storming off.

Hours later a scout finally found me. It took him forever, given that I was howling and all. I walked back to camp on my own, longing to be back at the cliff, howling my head off. The next day Hope kept grabbing my attention then giving me sad looks. I couldn't stand it so I stalked off into the cover of the trees.

I was sitting there brooding when a little pup walked past. She was young, very young and rapidly heading towards the river. "Stop!" I yelped, but she didn't listen. In moments she would be in the river. I dived at her, shoved her back then fell into the river. Much to my dismay I got washed back to camp. But the little pup was already back and her parents greeted me with overjoyed licks. "Please Madame, it was nothing." I said, dipping my head.

On the day I turned four I had eight different wolves flirting with me. I ran away from all of them, the thought of what had happened with Hope staying clear in my mind. I left camp to find some peace, but found none.

A pitch black wolf stood to greet me just outside of camp. "You must be alpha," he said "and even if you are not you are the strongest here, I will kill you then take over this camp." he whispered as if he was telling a big secret. I nodded to him in agreement, I wasn't sure why. He grabbed my leg and pulled it, making me fall. "Oh your so smart." I said sarcastically. I grabbed his muzzle with my mouth. "Now, tell me where you came from or I will brake your nose." I said through my mouth full, then shifted my grip to his neck. "I came from Keerai pack, timber wolves, a mile away." he cried. "Very good. I don't need an idiot like you." I growled, pulling him back to camp. On the alpha's command I killed him.

I had grown into a murderer, much to my disgust. I stood at the edge of camp with my head hung low. I wanted to be a hero, not a fiend from hell. Silently Hope crept up behind me, put her paw on my shoulder then said coolly "I'm sorry about what happened, Tiki." she looked sincere and I almost forgave her. But that could have killed me that day. "Love isn't my thing." I replied and walked off. I knew she would easily choose another mate, she didn't need me.

I went out hunting with the pack a few weeks later. We got paired off and sent after a doe each. But our pack had un-even numbers so I went alone. Most people don't like to hunt stags because they can stab you, but I didn't really care, nothing much scared me. And I'm not saying that to brag, I'm saying that because it is true. I went after the stag by myself. He was fairly large as far as stags go, that meant more meat which is a good thing. I leapt on him in a single smooth jump, biting onto his neck, my full body weight slamming down on his back. I got thrown off and hit a tree, blacking out instantly. I came to moments later to see the stag charging at me. I blinked once as if bored then leapt to the side. The stupid stag charged right into the tree, getting stuck. I leapt on him and battled him to the ground. It was a hard fight but I finally won. I dragged the stag back to camp very slowly. I came back in time to see the alphas starting a ceremony. They were retiring to let their daughter and son-in-law take over. I let out a growl. I didn't want Hope and Arrow to lead. I dragged the stag away, feeling selfish suddenly.

Out in the woods there was a group of wolves gossiping. They were all females and they all stared at me, half lovingly and half afraid. I growled and narrowed my eyes, signalling that I didn't want to be looked at. I enjoyed being alone. I questioned if I would ever find the right girl for me. Never. But then again, the right girl might find me I noted. I ate a fair portion of the stag then fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and ran, standing on the very edge of the cliff. I stopped and let out a howl, rearing, my hind paws moving up to the edge of the cliff. I saw the new vivid colours of my pelt and knew I had been up graded to cheif warrior. I whirled around and ran off.

[Not me nope]

I would just like to know, could we try out for 2 at the same time?