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[Tammanae]

Oh wow congratulations Tripp! How sweet ~<3

A quick question-Are donations open? I'm not quite sure n.n

I believe that unless it states they are closed on the title of the topic, you are good to go with donations. I don't recall seeing any announcements of them being closed either. ;3

[cedaar]

Good, they know it's there.

Yeah Lirrie, that's old. xD

Imma LOT younger. Ive never even had a boyfriend. xD

[antler apathy]

Alright :3 I'm always a bit cautious about donations as to not get yelled at.

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-Keep her name, gender, and design the same.
-Despite her eyebleeding pink, she was my fursona, so please use her.
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Link Art Link: Custom by me.
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?: No.

[Tripp]

Thank you ^^-i'll be 22 in june :]

as of right now, no more forms/ or editing of forms :]

donations still open

i be starting the drop

[Lily Benet]

Nice donation! Haha! Rainbows! o.o

Tripp? ENGAGED?!? ♥ Have a nice ride, and may it be long! (Even though you're not married yet! ^^)

[.Lola]

Wow, I adore that donation, I might have to go for that one soon(:

Good luck, and us oldies (well, for this game xD) aren't that bad.

[The Agency]

PART ONE

Note: The language in here is Irish and there is a glossery at the bottom to help translate/

Pet's ID Tag: 12
Name You'd Choose for It: Seran
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It:

The minute I saw her I was completely drawn in. She was beautiful and fit the description for my darkness wolf pack. I loved her coloration and began seeing her as a mother figure for Inari, a previously adopted character. What if they had to go on a journey to seek others like themselves? Woud they prevail or would they fall? I have fallen in love with her and hope my reasoning is enough to adopt her.

History/Background/Other:



Name: Seran
Gender: Female
Age: 600 Years old
Breed: Soul Wolf
Job: Spirit Guardian

Job Description: As a soul Guardian, it is her job to guide and lead souls until they chose to depart from this world. She has friends and even a mother to help her with this, however it is her Job alone to figure out which souls will go where and when they will go.

Markings:

Iallacha Fairy (Fairy Laces): The lace-like markings on her leg represent her roghnaithe cosán (chosen path), however as her true path lead the other way, they will darken and dim. Should she chose an chonair an dorchadais (the path of darkness), they will fade to nothing.

Iarrthóirí Soul (soul seekers): The dots on her forehead glow when a soul is near and this helps her choose wether to guide the soul or to let it drift to the Flaitheas seo chugainn (next realm).




Personality-

She is one that you can become friends with, and despite some wolves' opinion, she is one of the friendliest ones in the pack. This does not mean, however, that she is a pushover. If you try to force her to do something, you will be met with tooth and nail. However. deep down she is a softy that is the perfect nanny for pups. She is fiercely protective, and no harm will come to her charges.

"Laonna agus teaghlaigh a thagann sa chéad" is a saying she lives by most of her life, its literal meaning is "Pups and family come first." In her irish heritage, there is another saying however, "Is féidir le Love mairfidh gach triail, agus ní féidir ach ngrá leat a dhéanamh i gcrích go fírinneach." or "Love can endure all trials, and only love can make you truly complete." She believes in this saying, and lets it guide her in her life.

She believes in the powers of the moon, and legends of old magic, and sometimes, wishes she could use them. Sometimes she thinks she sees the fey but she is not sure. She does have some ties to the old magic through her family, but she does not understand how to use that magic, and cannot harness it.

She has been betrayed once before and though she has a light side, she also has a darker side. The beast within her that yearns to be free, and if shes is near death the darker side may come out. Despite this, she always sees the light side of things, and will allways try her best.

She dislikes humans and is glad her pack is not located on the edge of the untouched land like most. She does not want to face one and if one does wander into their pack-lands, which almost never happens, they quickly wander out again. She always tries to be her own person, however, and does not to be told of how she should be.

She always tries to be respectful even if the person who is trying to gain that respect does not deserve it. She is fair to all howeverer and tries her best in all endeavorers. She is trustworthy and that is perhaps one of her most defining characteristics. She can be a bit awkward and even a little shy at first but then she will become more open.

She loves everything that is alive because her job has her surrounded by death, and she struggles to hold onto life. She was a normal wolf at one time and her death had been hard on her.

She found herself enamored with the young small fox spirit, Inari, and decided to become like a mother figure to her, though they were not related by species. She cares greatly for the little fox, and it is when she is in danger that Seran is most likely to fight.


Likes:

Ara is her best friend in the pack, and she loves her very much and would do anything for her. Ara is a true friend, and would stand by her through thick and thin. These two are usually inseparable, and where you find Ara, you can usually find Seran. Ara has always called Seran 'cara maith " or a good friend.

The old magic is a big liking for her because she truly wants to understand it yet she cannot. She has the ability to control it, if she could harness that power, yet, that eludes her. She can see the fey however and this brings her great joy and sometimes great sorrow as well.

The moon has always been a source of happiness for her, and often it has guided her in many of her endeavores. She calls it, 'shining draíochta', or shining magic, and in fact believes this is where most magic comes from.

Inari is a small fox spirit that she has become inamored with and would protect with her life.

Life is important to her because she is alway surrounded by death.


Dislikes:

Humans are the main thing that she dislikes, and she tends to try to stay away from them. Luckily for her, the pack is in the center of the untouched lands, and not many humans come there. If they do, they sometimes quickly wander out again.

She really dislikes her position as a guardian, but this is the fate that the shaman of her pack bestowed upon her. The reason she dislikes it so much is because it could possibly put her in direct contact with humans, although, that is very unlikely. The only thing she does like about being a guardian is that it lets her be in contact with others, and possibly make more friends.

Her inability to harness her powers is one of the things she most dislikes. She does not like it because it means that she had to become a guardian instead of a shaman like she origanallly wanted. She can see the fey, but she cannot harness the power within them.

Song:

Citizen Soldiers- I thought this song perfectly, showed her role in the world, and with her job. She is a soldier of a different kind, a kind of guardian.



Mionn an Guardian Soul

Geallaim riamh a thréigean mo muirir
agus chun tacú leis an ainm seo Noble
Geallaim go ndéanfaidh mé a leanúint i gcónaí ar chonair na dea-
agus a thuiscint más rud é nach féidir liom mo anam mo titim a ruin
Geallaim a chosaint mo pacáiste agus go léir a bhfuil cónaí orthu ann
is cuma cad ba cheart a bheith ina gcúis
Geallaim aillimhe a leanúint ar chonair na ghrá
Tuigim gur chóir dom a theipeann ar mo marcanna bheidh céimnithe
agus m'anam titim i do dorchadas
Mar a luaigh mé na focail seo a bheith agam go deo
Caomhnóra Soul








Bás Seran

Bás thagann chun go mbeidh ar a sé
agus iad siúd nach bhfuil
Is féidir leat nach roghnaigh nuair a
ach beidh a fhios agat nuair a dhéanann sé
do ansin beidh tú ag freastal ar an caomhnóirí Soul

In our land their are dangers that can be deadly to us, we may not notice until it's to late. For my pack, this was all to true, we didn't notice the danger until it was too late. But for us, that danger came from within, a faolchu dearg was within our midst and we didn't notice until it was to late. At first, our laonna began disappearing and we suspected a rival pack, then the in aon áit eile began speaking of a cold shadow taking them.

We didn't know what they meant, so we paid them no heed. That turned out to be a mistake that we would pay for with our lives. Slowly, many pack members began going missing and we did not know what to do. We slowly began thinking the déileáil was among us and we began to be afraid.

One night we were asleep and I heard a shrill yelp. We were surounded by our own pack members! They were the déileáil and we had fallen for their acts. There were six of them, as our number had dwindled we had become out numbered. It was five to six and we had no hope of victory. As



Excerpt from Seran-Caomhnóirí Soul


Nuair a sheasann an domhain ar an imeall an snáithe
agus is gá anam duine chun cabhrú
gheobhaidh tú freagra ar an glaoch
Beidh siad ar crith no?
Is é an rogha suas a thabhairt duit.
Ach tá a fhios ag gach cinneadh a dhroim
agus nach bhfuil gach dea-



In the center of our planet there is a place nown as 'An Tailte untouched', or the untouched Lands... In these lands live many wild and wondrous creatures not many have seen in ages. This is my home, home of mo shinsir, and home of mo phacáiste. I have lived in these lands for centuries, as a guardian of the land. My duty is 'a chosaint' or to protect and I try my best in the job, though it is not 'de mo roghnú', or of my choosing. I'd rather not face the struggles many of my fellow omhnóirí face such as the duine. But this is mo chinniúint, thought I do not wish it.

I would rather be a shaman, or a person who used the d'aois draíochta, but the previous shaman deemed my inability to call upon mo draíochta as a hinderance and settled me as a caomhnóir. It would be my duty to protect the pack from harm and to fail was to titim ó onóir, or fall from honor. This is not something I wish to do, so I will always try my best even if I dont like it. I will follow the path of the shining draíochta and will not stray.

Thus is my path and I will live it.

"There is one to your D'fhág," shouted Ara, moving to cover me in that direction as the cinn log moved in from all sides. We were trapped and all I could do was hope my friend would get out alive. I was the one they wanted anyway, they knew I d'fhéadfadh a fheiceáil Fey and they thought I could harness that power. However. if I could, I would not be fighting them at all, I would be learning to use the power.

"Run away, Ara Déanfaidh mé iarracht a shealbhú chur orthu!" I shouted over their barks and she looked at me, stunned I would even think to try and face these creatures alone. "Rith anois!" I yelled at her and saw her back away from me. For a few seconds it looked like she would come back, but instead she leaped over their head and headed off in the direction of our camp, hopefully to get help.

Our world is one full of danger and dorcha draíochta, the cinn log- wolves with no soals left- have started taking over and us Caomhnóirí Spiorad are having a hard time controlling them. Luckily for us, we have the shamans, but those are born few and far between.



Definitions for Bás Seran:

Bás Seran: Death of Seran


The first verse:

Bás thagann chun go mbeidh ar a sé
agus iad siúd nach bhfuil
Is féidir leat nach roghnaigh nuair a
ach beidh a fhios agat nuair a dhéanann sé
do ansin beidh tú ag freastal ar an caomhnóirí Soul

Means:

Death comes to those who will it
and those who don't
You can't chose when
but you will know when it does
for then you will meet the soul guardians


faolchu dearg: Rouge Wolf
laonna- pups
in aon áit eile- elders
déileáil- traiter







Definitions for Seran-Caomhnóirí Soul:

The first Verse:

Nuair a sheasann an domhain ar an imeall an snáithe
agus is gá anam duine chun cabhrú
gheobhaidh tú freagra ar an glaoch
Beidh siad ar crith no?
Is é an rogha suas a thabhairt duit.
Ach tá a fhios ag gach cinneadh a dhroim
agus nach bhfuil gach dea-

Means:

When the world stands on the edge of a thread
and souls need someone to help
will you answer the call
or will they perish?
The choice is up to you.



mo shinsir- My Ancestors
mo phacáiste- My pack
omhnóirí- Guardians
duine- humans
mo chinniúint- my fate
d'aois draíochta- old magic
mo draíochta- my magic
caomhnóir- Guardian
D'fhág- left
cinn log- hallow ones
d'fhéadfadh a fheiceáil Fey- see the fey
"Run away Ara Déanfaidh mé iarracht a shealbhú chur orthu!"- Run away Ara I will try to hold them off
"Rith anois!"- Run Now
dorcha draíochta - Dark Magic
Caomhnóirí Spiorad- Spirit Gaurdians

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

Pet's ID Tag: #23
Name You'd Choose for It: Anyu
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I am quite new to chickensmoothie, and I am not that sure how it all works yet, but my favorite aspect of this game is characters. I just recently made my 'hairsona' and I am very eager to get a few more characters. I absolutely adore this design, and a Gryphon has always been my favorite fantasy creature, so I think it was a perfect fit!
History/Background/Other:

I was cold. Hungry. Tired. Just waiting for someone, something, to rescue me from this horrible place.
I am a gryphon, one of the last of our kind actually. My mother was hunted and killed soon after I was born, so I have had to fend for myself. Life was good in the mountains. There was plenty of food, many kind creatures of all sorts, and there was never a bad day. Until they came. The humans.

As soon as I was about 1 year old, my wings were fully developed, and I have always wanted to venture out of the mountains. The others warned me, but I took no notice. Once I had eaten, gotten a good nights sleep, I was off. You will never know that feeling of soaring through the sky, completely free, with not a care in the world. I had gone a bit to far though, and I didn't know how to get back. I swooped lower, and I could see these strange places, they were like rocks, but completely square. And humans were walking in and out of them. I was to busy thinking about this weird place, and I didn't see the plane ahead of me. All I remember is a large pain in my stomach. I could barely breathe, and then all went black.

Next thing I knew, I was in a small area. I attempted to fly out, but there was this strange, shiny mesh around me, like I was trapped in. I called out for anyone who would hear me, but I got no reply. Suddenly, one of them appeared. They had a long stick, and he was putting something in it. His white coat was blinding, and he pointed the stick at me. I attempted to run, but the mesh was holding me in. I heard a loud pop, and a sharp pain in my shoulder. It all faded away, but not completely. I remember them poking me, strapping me down and pumping fluids into my veins. I tried to escape, believe me. I finally gave up and let them do what they wanted with me. Once they were finished, I started to wake up. They shoved me back into my cage and closed the large door onto it. This was how I lived. For five years.

Then something happened. I met her. The best thing that ever happened to me. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a cold winter night, and I dreaded another day in what I learned was called a 'science lab'. But right when I awoke, the human came with a girl. She was about 15, and she was different then everyone else. She had a gentle voice, unlike those of the adult humans. She stroked my head, and she cooed me with gentle words. She called me Aryu, which I generally caught on to be known as. She came every day, and finally I left with her. She took me to her home, a small cave next to a creek. She had no family just like me. We were the same. We would play together, eat together, sleep together, everything. I needed her and she needed me. Once we had been together for a few months, we flew for the first time. It was all new to me, but as soon as she got on my back and we flew into the air, I knew this was the best feeling I have ever had. We would soar over my old home, and never go back to that horrible place again. Now I live with her, living out our days soaring above the clouds and living to the fullest. I learned to call her Alice. We were one.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I am working on a picture of him and Alice together. If I don't get him, I can edit Alice out and the picture can go to whoever gets her(: I hope I did this right:/

Pet's ID Tag: #30
Name You'd Choose for It: Scooter
Gender: male
Reason You Want It: Because this dog just amazes me. I've admired him for as long as I've known the Agency, but I never knew when the right time to adopt him was. And now after he's been sitting and rotting away in this agency, I decided to adopt him. I really love his designs, and I've always wanted a gray charrie. I love his green eyes, they really stand out to me. I hope that you decide to allow me to be his proud owner.

History/Background/Other: Scooter has lived in a cave his whole life. Neglected, you might say. But one day he poked his head out into the light of day. "Ow." he moaned, since the light hurt his eyes. he looked around and saw footprints. Odd footprints. No, it was HUMAN footprints. He inhaled deeply. "No..." he said, scared. His fur stood up. He slithered into the back of his cave and huddled there, alarmed. "How did they find me?" he asked the roof of his cave. But of course, there was no answer. Scared, he huddled into the nooks and crannies in his cave until exhaustion made him fall asleep...

He awoke the next morning to a large, alarming boom. His eyes widened. "I'm not safe here.' he told himself. "I have to leave, now." he looked around his home, the only thing he'd ever known, and tears formed in his eyes. "Goodbye cave." he whined, and a tear fell from his cheek and splashed against the floor. He looked around one last time, and then turned tail and ran out the entrance, his voice echoing behind him in the cave. "Goodbye."

He was out, into the world. His fur spiked, he was totally alone. he looked around franticly. No sign of the humans. Then he heard another loud booming sound. A crow's warning call told him he had no time... "RUN!!!" he screeched, dashing North. His mind yelled at him, "Where are you going!?" but Scooter didn't know, all he knew was he had to run. Then he heard the man's footsteps behind him, and the next thing he knows, he's being held by the scruff of his neck. Then everything went black....

By the time Scooter became aware of the world, he was already stuck in the back of a dark kennel alone. A large sign was taped to the cage door. #30. "Where am I?!?!" he howled. A voice growled. "Your at the Agency, kid." Scooter stuttered, "I'm where?!" "The Agency." said the voice, annoyed. "How do I get out?" Scooter protested, scraping his cage door. "Simple, get adopted." said the voice. "Adopted?" Scooter said, scared. "Yup." said the voice. "Oh god." Scooter whispered. He knew that he'd never get adopted...
But he was wrong.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. 110%.

You have my permission. Take good care of him. ^^

And if you ever don't want him, please return him to me. C:

(only giving them to you cause i know you wouldn't try to lie to me, but if i find out you did i will put you on temp ban)

Pet's ID Tag: #35
Name You'd Choose for It: Aussie Peridot
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I really love this chubbly little girl, I think she would go greatly with my pack of charries. The first time I looked at her I had mixed feelings, I forced myself to wait a couple codedrops before quickly trying to claim this beauty. I feel like I have a really deep connection with this beauty.
History/Background/Other: Hello. My name is Aussie, and I am here to tell you my story. I have had an interesting past, and I dont know where to start. How about when I was born?

I was born from a beautiful mother and an extremely handsome father. Both of them had wonderful and interesting markings, and so did my siblings. Yet... I didnt get any of my parents amkings, I barely even looked like them at all. Because of this I was the least favorite of all my siblings. My mother still let me drink from her, but as I grew and learned how to walk, talk, hear, and see, I became a little more distant to my family. My parents provided me food, but then I would crawl away.

As I got older my siblings were sold to other people, and to say honestly, I was kind of glad for them to go, its not like they ever cared about me? Our owners kept the most beautiful female of my family. The owners tried to desperatly to sell me but no one took me. One day without warning me, The owners took me away from my family and my parents acted like it was no big deal...

The people put me in the car and drove off. before I knew it they had handed me off some people from an agency and I was being lead down a hall. every kennel I looked into had a different animal with little sheets to fill out on the outside of their pen. Many people looked inside each of the cages, there was over 100 cages in this hall. Some people even had other pets with them that looked like they also came from this agency before getting adopted. The people lead me into kennel #35 and I sat there... I still sit here... waiting for someone to come along.

I dont know how long its been but finally after almost 2 years someone has walked up to my kennel and filled out a form. This person goes by the name of Mocha, the only thing I can hope for is that Mocha is aloud to adopt me and bring me into her warm arms and hug me. I have made friends with the kennels around me and infront of me, but its time for me to go and be free...
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. %110
Yay! I got permission:

Pet’s ID Tag: # 41

Name you’d choose for it: Imperial (Imp)

Gender: Male

Reason you want it: As of yet I actually have no real characters. Scrolling down through The Agency on my first day looking through this board, Imp immediately caught my eye. I guess it was that pose he was in, the markings; everything put together. As soon as I saw him I knew that I wanted to adopt him. Badly. Just looking at him for a few moments a story began to form. I wanted Imp to be one of the main characters. As of yet I don’t have any others, but I will soon. I plan to attempt art of Imperial (though I couldn’t draw to save my life), give him a good home on my website, use him in roleplaying (where he can be used) and give him a home on a character thread when I finally make one.

History/background/other: Cold, wet hail mixed with rain was dumped over the crowded city streets, bouncing off of hats and bags and soaking through fur with an icy wetness. Imp watched the humans scurry into stores or grab umbrellas with a light smirk on his face. How ridiculous. It was sad that such pathetic creatures even had need for these things, while a cat was born with all he needed- from the fur on his back and the claws on his feet. That was why Imp preferred cats. They were intelligent. Not worthless, like those slobbering hounds the miserable humans seemed to favor.

It was August of 1916. The humans had advanced considerably in the past years, and the cobblestone streets were now filled with the most ridiculous looking mounds of metal that blinked and flashed. Cars, they called them. Imp had to say, he missed the old days- these cars filled the air with a disgusting stench, and when oil was spilled fires could erupt easily. It happened often in London; the buildings were at incredibly close quarters, enabling both disease and fire to spread quickly.

He had been born here years ago, on Valentine’s Day. His eternal humiliation. When else should he have been born but Halloween, the one day when candy corn markings and glowing red eyes might be considered normal?! His lip curled in disgust as he reflected this. His birth memory was bad enough without him having been born on the sappiest holiday in existence!

He closed those strange eyes. The icy water had soaked him to the bone, but he felt nothing. Only warmth. It was one of those strange attributes that he had. One that made him unique.

Or just about as unique as any other demon in the body of an animal.

He had been on this world since the Black Plague had ravaged London. He’d watched it all. He’d watched the foolish creatures known as humans kill off cats one by one in an effort to quench the disease. He’d seen the rat population grow and the deaths of more and more humans spread throughout the world.

He’d merely laughed. Bitter. Resentful. Hateful of the world into which he was born, hateful of himself.

He’d just learned to enjoy it. He was the one demon in London- in all the world, perhaps- that had no particular desire to live. But he lived anyway.
He lived just to give those angels a good slap in the face.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Thank you for this opportunity. c:



I must have deleted the reply that said this, but looking in my Sent Messages folder I found my reply. Would this work or should I ask for permission again? D8

PART ONE

[The Agency]

PART TWO

Pet's ID Tag:
48

Name You'd Choose for It:
Galaxy

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It Her:
As soon as I saw her, I thought that the owner must've put so much time into making her design. Then I read that stars come out of her paw pads and tail, and I knew that she was the perfect character for me. Except she would be more than a character to me. A dearly-loved friend would be more like it. She has the most beautiful design I've ever seen. I have always loved the nightime and looking at the stars.

Personality:
Galaxy is very entergetic, to say the least. She is very open and will trust anyone with her life secrets. Of course, she loves to watch the night sky, and prefers nightime over daytime. The Stars just seem to . . come alive when you are around her. She can be very whiny, and a tad bit negative at times.

Mate:
She isn't really looking for a mate as of now, so that she can focus on writing her book and doing her job.

Profession:
Astrologist

Likes:
Night swimming, walks on the beach, long discussions with Mother Star, coffee, watching horses gallop, Milky Way candy bars, and watching a globe spin on it's axel.

Dislikes:
Parents, hot summer days, change, and abandonment.

Poem:
Galaxy
Thought it'd be grand
but just like sand
you slipped through our fingers

We sacrificed so much for you
what we went through
you'll never know

You came, then you left
as if there was a theft
but what was really stolen?

We miss you. . . .

History:
Please remember that in dog years 2 years would be a long time.
"Are you sure?" Klona, Galaxy's mother, asked.
Guff replied, "She won't fit in here. She's different. We'll never understand her and she'll never understand us. It's best this way. I don't want to give her to the Stars either, but she'll enjoy it better there. Besides, the Stars promised that when she reaches her 2nd birthday, they'll send her back to us."
Klona started sobbing. "I guess you're right. . . . But it's just so hard! Why do we have to give her up?"
"Klona. . . . Trust me. It's best this way. All she has waiting for her here is pain and sorrow. . . Teasing and ridicule. And it's only until her 2nd birthday! We can wait. . . For Galaxy's sake."
Klona walked over to her pup, who looked so different from all the others. Klona licked Galaxy and walked away.

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Klona ran out to the fields, tears stinging her eyes, with Galaxy in her mouth. Klona set Galaxy on the soft, green, grass and thought about what was to come. What if this isn't the right decision after all? Klona thought. Klona kept having to remind herself that she was doing it for the good for the good of the newborn. She backed away just before the waves of bright blue and white lights appeared. She had to look away or she would be blinded for the rest of her life. The Stars had told her to beware of this. When the lights disappeared, Galaxy was gone. Not forever, but long enough to make Klona feel deep, deep, sorrow in her heart. She wouldn't see Galaxy for a long time.

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Mother Star gazed at the newborn child. "Someday, my child, you will leave us. And we will dread that day." Mother Star whispered, even though she knew that the small wolf couldn't understand.

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"Mother Star, do I have to?" Galaxy whined. "She's probably just a grumpy old wolf who abandoned me because she didn't like me, anyway."
Mother Star gave a light laugh before replying, "Of course, my darling. I know that you've loved your life here with the Stars, and we've certainly loved having you with us, but it's time for you to go back to your real family, on Earth. Please know that you're always welcome here, no matter how much you've changed. And you will change. Your parents on Earth will teach you their customs and you will accept them, no matter how strange they may be. I'm sure that our customs here seem very odd to those on Earth."
"Mother Star, I like your customs here. Why do I want to learn customs somewhere I don't even want to go?"

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"Galaxy! Oh, Galaxy!" Klona half-sobbed, half-laughed. "Finally you're here again!" Klona ran and embraced her daugher. "Galaxy. . . Whats wrong?" Klona asked, when she saw that Galaxy was drawing back from her kisses.
"You think you're my mother, but you're wrong. The Stars are my only real family. . . You abandoned me!" Galaxy shouted harshly.
Klona managed to say, "Galaxy. We gave you to the Stars for your own good! Here, with us, in the pack, you would've been teased and laughed at. . . the Stars offered to take you and teach you more about their world. We thought it woud be great for you. I see now that you needed your Mother more than you needed the Stars. I'm very sorry, please understand that it was for your own good. We did what we did for . . . . you."
Guff had stayed quiet until now,"Galaxy, we love you and who you've become, and we want you here with us. Please stay. It's your choice . . . . go, or stay."
Galaxy replied gruffly, "I don't need you two. I've survived two birthdays without you, I can survive more." Galaxy walked off bitterly.

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Galaxy has of yet to go back to her parents and make amends, but I can tell you now, her ending is happy.



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

Finally done with my form! Whew!

Pet's ID Tag: 49
Name You'd Choose for It: Tawny
Meaning: English name derived from the vocabulary word, meaning "light brown, tawny."
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Tawny caught my eye the first time I scrolled down the list of pets. She is beautiful, and I knew that we had a connection. I tried not to adopt her, as I have some stuff do to at home and probably wouldn't be able to finish a form, but I couldn't resist it. Also, I had a character in mind but couldn't seem to design the perfect canine. Tawny would be perfect though, and I promise to always love her.
History/Background/Other:

Log Book
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Code Number: Experiment #0175
Full {Birth} Name: Tawny Anisa
Species: Unknown, some sort of Canine
Day of Capture: Friday, April 14
Day of Experiment: Tuesday, June 12
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June 12: #0175 has been experimented on. The Toxin has been injected in her right leg (front). First experimental trial of this particular Toxin. May be fatal, but probably not. #0127 and #0251 have been injected with similar Toxins. No irregular feedback.

June 15: #0175 has been acting odd. Is afraid of everyone and everything. Eye color seems to be changing from a bright green to a murky, indistinguishable color. May be an aftereffect of the Toxin.

June 21: #0175 has definitely changed in appearance. Her eyes are now a pink color, though they do not seem to give her trouble. The markings on her back seem to be changing too, into a heart shape. Her body seems to have shrunken. She is considerably smaller.

June 30: #0175 has had a drastic personality change. She had finally snapped out of her fearful stage. But now she is incredibly stubborn, willful, and aggressive. She has bitten me on my arm twice already.

July 3: The Toxin seems to have seeped into my blood system. It is affecting me, too. The Toxin is fatal to humans, and can kill. According to research, I only have a few weeks left to live. The Toxin, when in humans, can affect everyone near me. In a few days, everyone will be affected by the Toxin. We will all die.

July 7: I have officially 1 week and 2 days to live. #0175 has escaped. There is no stopping her. She has the power to destroy the whole country, maybe even the whole world.
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Tawny's point of view:

I never wanted to be taken away. I never wanted to be experimented on. I never wanted the power to kill.

You see, I enjoyed my days as a small pup, romping with my siblings in the forest. We were happy, and always played around.

But everything changed when I was captured.

On a warm, sunny day, I was taking a stroll through the trees. Everything was normal until I came across the humans in white coats. As soon as I passed by, a large human grabbed a hold of me. I barked and howled, hoping that some way my parents or siblings can save me. No one came to help.

I was terrified as they put me inside a large white van. I whimpered throughout the whole drive. Finally, they stopped in front of a large white building. Inside were other humans, all with with white lab coats and clear goggles. Although I was afraid, I was also intrigued. What do these humans do? What's going on?

The human then put me inside a large cage, with room to stand and walk around. The humans were obviously surprised that I didn't fight them. I just wasn't an aggressive Canine.

After 2 months or so, they finally took me out of the cage. I was curious, yet scared. I wondered what they would do to me. I had seen what had happened to the others that were taken to this room. Some died. Some stayed the same. And some went insane.

The scientists (I finally figured out what they were called) gave me a small shot and I went to sleep. I figured that they would either operate on me, or experiment on me. I hoped that I would stay normal, like some of the others. Maybe after this, I would be set free.

I finally woke up, and the human took me to another room, with different cages. This was the experimental room. They had experimented on me. At least the scientist didn't operate on me. I was placed in a cage next to a large pit bull. He didn't seem harmful, as many would think. Actually, he was quite friendly. His name was Fang, he told me, though he hated the name. Fang and I became good friends. However, the most terrible thing happened. After 2 days, Fang died because of the chemical they had put in him. I was devastated.

However, the chemical toxin I was given started to change me. I was becoming aggressive, and my eyes changed, according to the others. I became smaller and stronger. I suddenly had the urge to bite any human that came to me. Finally, I bit the scientist who kept track of me in his book. I bit him twice.

After that, I couldn't stand it any more. I broke through the iron on the cage and escaped. I escaped with the full knowledge that, because of me, many people will soon die. It is all my fault. Soon, my personality came back, though I am incredibly claustrophobic.

I wandered around the many streets and roads, trying as hard as possible not to bite someone. Soon I was incredibly weak. I hadn't eaten for a long time, and I was so tired. I could barely bark. I thought that I would surely die.

I was wrong.


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

HUGE WIP!

Well, I've never done anything like this, so if I screwed the form up somehow, or didn't post at the right time, etc, please tell me. XD


Pet's ID Tag: #79
Name You'd Choose for It: Jared (I might change it later)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I saw him and fell in love immediately. I've never had a lot of characters, or had one that I was particularly close to, but I can really connect with his design. I'll definitely get art of him, and probably draw him quite a bit myself! :3 I'll most likely add an off-white messenger bag, and put his halo around one ear instead of floating above his head if I get him.
History/Background/Other: SUMMARY: Jared is basically Heaven's Courier. You don't actually have to read my failure of a history if you don't want to, that's really all there is to it. :3

I've never liked rules much...

And that didn't change when I died. I guess I was kind of in shock when I actually got to heaven. My life hadn't exactly been a virtuous one, so imagine my surprise when those giant, golden gates opened for me. Perhaps I thought that the few good deeds I had done in my short lifetime had been enough, but, of course, the angels weren't that merciful.

I had been a young man (yes, I was a man once!), still quite new to the world, when I was killed. It was just after my 26th birthday, if I remember correctly, and I had made Nex angry enough to pull a gun. I deserved it, I knew I did - my gambling debt was through the roof, and I was no where near paying Nex off. I really was trying to get the money, too. Nex was a good guy. But I had gone months without a job and was no closer to paying him back as when I'd borrowed the money, and picking a fight in Nex's bar was the last straw. He had come out from the back room and seen a customer beaten to a bloody pulp. It was me, of course. The guy had made one too many snide comments - I couldn't help it! Well, after that little fist fight, Nex demanded that I either pay up or get out. I refused to do either, the fight escalated, and I ended up with a bullet through the chest.

Anyway, I ended up at the gates, thinking that I'd somehow managed to get in. But those damn angels were too cheap for that, the jerks. (Oops, probably shouldn't have said that. Well, if you don't tell, I don't get caught!) In case you didn't know, the angels are the authority in heaven, keeping the peace and providing the departed souls with whatever they desire. Gabe, Ralph, and Mike, the three archangels, oversee the regular-ranked angels. ...Well, technically I'm supposed to call them "Archangels Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael", but whatever. They can't eavesdrop on our conversation here. Back on topic, Gabe met me at the gates, and wasn't sure whether he should let me in or not.

"I don't think you deserve the comfort of this place," he said, "Perhaps you'd be more suited to spending the afterlife elsewhere."

Well, I wasn't having any of that. I may not like heaven much, but I'm sure hell is a lot worse. I asked the boss what I needed to do to get in, and he said something like, "Hm... Maybe if you work off you debt to humanity for a few millenia." Excuse me? A few millenia? It's longer than it sounds, I assure you - and it sounds pretty long to begin with! Ignoring my look of shock at the ridiculous amount of time, Gabe continued, "Mr. Michael, Mr. Raphael, and I have been busy up here lately. We haven't had time to go around delivering messages to earth for a while... All right, it's settled. You'll be our new messenger!"

Being Heaven's Courier isn't as fun as it would seem, as I found out. My job is basically sprinting around the skies - and occasionally down to earth - to deliver messages from the big boss and the archangels. And they even turned me into a dog, under the pretense that it would make me quicker while I ran around delivering their mail! -sigh- I'd much rather be back in Nex's bar playing pool, but I guess that's what got me here in the first place. I suppose the job really isn't too bad. For once in my - err - afterlife, there are people depending on me. I get a lot of breaks, because I'm only on duty when the big guys need a message delivered, and (to my great surprise), they have an okay pub here, complete with pool tables and some pretty good guys to hang with (although, playing pool with paws isn't the easiest thing I've done, I tell you!) And I suppose I'll see Nex and my old friends eventually, if they get in. So I guess I can deal with this for a few more years... Oh, shoot! Look at the time! Gabe's expecting me, so I have to run. Perhaps we'll meet again, but until then, farewell.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Oh yeah. >:D

I'm not sure if the story was any good. It's what came to mind when I saw him, so... Yeah. XD
I've already drawn a quick sketch of Jer... If I don't get him, it can be fanart for whoever does. :3 <3

Oh, and congratulations, Tripp! Good luck. n_n

ty :3

Ohhh, Tripps gunna get married!! xD Congrats :3

Pet's ID Tag:
#90

Name You'd Choose for It:
Satin Coffin

Gender:
male

Reason You Want It:
There were three designs up that I really liked, but Satin really caught my eye especially.
His markings seem the most original, and he just seems so cute and huggable looking. :3 I felt a real connection with him, and as you can see, I write really well with him. If I get him I will write even more and add to his story.
And I have a really good place for him in my chars, so, I feel it would be much better with him.

Personality:
In the beginning of his life Satin is rather quiet and subdued, but mostly because he doesn't know whats going on. He does, but just doesn't get how people work. Like his mind is just tuned differently. After years of work in the Band of Thevies he becomes stronger and rather gruff, with a I've seen it all attitude, but that doesn't happen for awhile. He gets the workings of socniety, especially in his little group, but still doesn't bet why people act the way they do, and think what they think.

History/Background/Other:

Prologue

I don't understand why canines hate cats so much. If anything it’s us who should hate them. Cats are beautiful well lubricated, silent and we can fall and land on our feet. Dogs and other such things are large, lumbering, smelly, and loud. They need others to guide and tell them what to do, they cannot be solitary.

I did know one canine though, who was just as good as any cat.

I suppose that's not one hundred percent true though, he was a robotic dog, from the company Future Tech. They seem just like normal dogs. They look like Dobermans, with unique colors and patterns. As I recall, he was a bluefish gray, with stripy steel blue designs on his body. Beautiful dog, he was. Shame I had to leave the thieves, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

got struck by the first volley
of the war in the corps
never held my service
send ‘em a wire, give em my best
this ammunition never rests
no one serves coffee, no one wakes up

Part 1

I remember the day I met him, and the theives. It was a bright, sunny day. To add drama, it probably shold of been bleak and stroming, but you can never count on weather. I had just gotten away from my parents, I was barely old enough to leave, but full grown I was. I certainly didn't act it when I heard something large coming through the bushes, and then when a huge red wolf with big bat wings came out I may have blacked out for a bit.
When I came to I heard a deep, gruff voice, and several others milling around, the first wolf, who seemed to be arguing with a small bluish jackal.

"Yes, I know it’s a cat, it’s a cat, so what? He has wings and its young, we can mold his mind to our desires."
"No, he is a cat. Feline. Sneaky, mischievous, solitary. Cats are forbidden."
"Joseph, you're in it for the money, we all know that. This thing will make us money. The one thing you truly love, wealth."
"Fine, but when tragedy strikes or he rats us out don't come crying to me."
I felt sick and scared. I looked around wildly at the odd assortment of canines around me. What's wrong with me being a feline? I never chose it. Never did anything to and canine my whole life.
"Uh, who are you guys?" I said, cringing as they all turned to me.
"We are The Band Of Theives." Answered the jackal who had wanted to mug me and go. Because of my species?

The Band Of Theives, I remembered, as I heard my parents talking about it one night, was a organization of criminals set up by the two jackals, Joey and Stil, run around, finding people to mug, and others to recruit. They would mug you of anything they wanted, maybe ruff you up a bit, then go. Or force you to join them. They had found me, and were going to recruit me.
I whimpered and he laughed coldly. A small female came up to me. For a second I was taken aback at her assortment of pink, purple, black, white, blue markings. She turned fully to me and looked me right in the eye, she has frightening lime green eyes. She was small, but I could see a fierce determination and toughness in her eyes.

"I'm Shatter. You're going to be joining our little force. Okay?"
"I'm Satin." I answered stupidly.
I saw her raise her eyebrows in amusement, but she said nothing.
"Cool, Satin, glad to see you aren’t complaining. That’s probably just shock though. So, you can fly. You'll be the...third. Revenge and Lost can fly too. Revenge is the red one with the leathery wings, Lost isn't here right now, but he's soft gray, with feathery wings and branch patterns..."
All I noticed was how much she seemed to like this 'Lost' fellow. At the time I had no clue why, but I was falling for Shatter. Why, I still can't gather. A rude, arrogant splash of color on an insufferable canine.
"He must not be so great if he's lost." I grumbled.
She turned to me, and for a second I was worried she was mad at me. She then she laughed loudly. I smiled too.
"I think it’s more of slipping from attention, than missing. " She smiled at me, and I felt like I was floating. "There’s also Caz, I think he's here somewhere. He can almost breathe underwater. And Vengeance, since she's not flirting with Revenge, she probably checking if we’re being followed again. She thinks if her and Venge have similar names they're meant to be together." Shatter sighed. I felt bad this bothered her. Maybe I should stop it. "Lost's kid is around here somewhere, little brat. Probably digging a hole in the woods. Platinum! Stay over here!"
She then stalked off, which made me sad. Suddenly, a small, natural-colored jackal stalked by me. Shatter hadn't told me about him. I watched as he walked over to Revenge.

"Hey, have you seen that one black and blue mutt? The one with the floppy hair."
"No, not since he ran off when we tried to recruit him."
"Ehh.. We need to find him. We'll convince him."

Running off, that hadn't occurred to me. No, I'd stay. Shatter would need comforting about Lost and his kids.
What would serving with them be like? A life of running and stealing. Well, I didn't have anything to do today anyway.

i can see the lines open shutters
and the leaves flocked on a grid
that's what they made my hero say
but nothing gets me off so completely
but when you put it down
ten feet down in the ground
call and response in the negative home

Part 2

I woke up the next day being shaken by the blue jackal that hadn't wanted me. His name was, Joe, right?

"Hey, kid, newbie, wake up. Now."
"Joe..."
"Kid, my name is Joseph or Joey. Nobody calls me Joe, okay. Now get a more on."
"Okay, Joseph."

I saw as he walked away, he threw me an extremely upset look. Now what had I done exactly? Yesterday I couldn't seem to get anything right.
I saw everyone in a huddle and walked up beside Shatter. "What's going on now?" I asked sleepily.
"Revenge saw a huge dog, said it looked Doberman-like, but was all gray and blue. It looked tuff. Were looking for it so we can try to recruit it. He also said it looked extremely strong, and oddest of all, had no smell. Like a robot, or ghost."
So you guys don't need me anymore? I asked, suddenly worried.
"I don't think Joey'd let you go now."
"Why?"
"We, I mean he, doesn't trust felines. Sorry.."

Then there was a commotion and a silvery flying wolf flew down. That was probably Lost. I felt my fur bristling against my will.
"I saw it, it’s actually heading towards us. May want to get ready." Lost shouted.
Everyone in the camp tensed. Now a sound came from anyone, which was probably hard for the bulking canines. I was always silent. And yes, as I said in the begging, the robotic dogs here cat-like in grace so also silent, like a feline. That why we suddenly found ourselves being ripped apart by that very same dog.

All the sudden, he stopped. He stood, staring at me. I just admired how smoothly he moved, the smoothness that most would never see in a canine.

"What's a superstitious guy like Joseph doing with a cat, hm?"
I didn't answer. His voice was smooth, flowing, and almost melodious. But is had a hard, cold, almost metallic sound laced into it. Shatter nudged me. I didn't notice. Joey came forward. Pretty brave, actually.

"Simply because it was a worthy investment. He could get us more money. He is inconspicuous."
"Why are you following me then? Joe, I hear you know about everything that goes on. You know, unlike most of your followers, that I am a robotic dog. Escaped from Future Tech thanks to that one bloody faulty experiment, 007. I have no money, nothing of value, I'm trying to get away."
"Yes, I did hear. I know, We're not going after you for money. We want to recruit you. And why would you say no? What else do you have to do, where else to go? Don't fight, come with us. What’s your name?"
"B589(rd) Or, if you can't remember that, Define. And yes, you're right Joseph. I have nothing else to do, nowhere to go. I know you are a pack, and if I were to join, you would protect me from people trying to round me up. I have no good reason not to, so yes, I will join your band of criminals."

That was it, everyone seemed stunned. Even Define himself was a little confused, I could tell. He turned to me, and I could tell he approved of me. Perhaps liked me. He walked up to me and sized me up.

"Okay, kid. I can tell you've got plenty potential. I can also tell your completely innocent, and have no clue what’s going on. You're gonna need my help if you want to stay alive."

With that, my training began. He taught me everything I know. He made me tough, hardened, and intelligent. He honestly saved my life many times though. With his help I became the best there was.

stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.

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

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[nowi]

Oh, XD wow, I just finished worked on my form~
My timing is impeccable, isn't it?
I guess I'll wait until next week, then.

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