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[Not me nope]

I would like to adopt!
Number
8

Picture


Name
spadei

Species
long-haired emprer snake

Personality
sly and witty. has a bubbly jumpy manner and Is fun to hang around with. knows right and wrong things, although he might always use his senses and follow them. He will often be planning a prank on someone or thinking of what he will do the next day. He can swim on top of the water and glide on it smoothly like a water snake. He cannot breath underwater, but he can hold his breath for an hour or so. he has a small backpack- but he never wears it- because its baby pink. I think he actually left it in the water last time we went to the lake. he will take a quick nip to the lake or pond. he lives up a oak tree, he is not scared of hights. he is hardly scared of anything.

His jumpy and mishivious nature does lead him into alot of trouble. if he ever does get caught- they teach him a lesson alright. he hates it when this happens and always refuses to say sorry- wich makes more trouble. he loves exploring and finding out peoples personalitys.he has friends who will back him up though. They are all dragons/birds though. His best friends are kai and Flannery.

Likes
Water gliding, It lets him be himself and go crazy. Sour foods. he seems to have a sour tooth not a sweet tooth. he loves natural food- not animals. Is vegetarian. Likes people who understand why he is veggie. likes books- but can never settle down onto 1 book.

Dislikes:
Large bears- from past experiance. Long dark alleys. Brown. moldy blue/green. Buttons, They scare him.

Background-
It was a midsummer day- the heat of the sun beating down onto the long water of the canal. It was a hot day- one where you had to relax or take a quick dip in the cool, refreshing pool. The hassle of running to get a drink was now begining and everybieng ran down to the canal to take a quick sip. I looked up at all the animals. What a site they where. There was all kinds- from birds to reptiles. from reptiles to mammals. Their large beady eyes seemed to stare at the water as they drank as much as they could hold in there belly. The larger mammals seemed to dissaper in the distance first- you could see them trudging along over the hill away from the water. A few stayed close by- taking a quick snooze in the midday sun. I swirved from side to side- Ducking my head un der now and again to refresh it. It was too hot to play- but a quick dip was quite enough for a good day.
Yep. I wish.

~

No one was happy and jolly in our community- heat? Never herd of it. The long alley way filled with squeming rats seemed to now be crawling with spiders. The black blood that was smudged- quite carefully - down the long red-brick walls seemed to move as you tilted your head towards the very little light peeping from the dust on the dim orange lamps surrounding our area. There was also a curse laid on viluoak town. thats the name of a town- you will find out why later.

To me- I feel that everyone should walk this earth in happiness, hope and harmony. But sady- this will not happen any time soon. Here they all walk in the shadows of shame and disiet. The curse I mentioned earlier- Is linked to this. This is what legend suggests happened-

A young man of the age of 20 was invited by his mates to a midnight clubing house. It was pretty moden then and they used to have great enjoyment.




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[TrillSpots]

DONATION!
Picture: Above
Name: Electrastorm
Species: Winged Wolf
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[kiriban]

..::I would like to adopt!::..
..::Number:
18 <33
..::Picture:

..::Name:
Danziel Axel
(Dan-zee-uhl)
..::Species:
Flea-bitten Gray Horse
..::Personality:
Sweet and kind. Pretend your being dowsed with sunshine and rainbows. Thats what it's like being with this horse. Danny will go out of her way to make you happy, and is a very loyal horse.
..::Likes:
Apples. She'll do anything for an apple, but only red apples.
Rainy Days. On rainy days, Danziel's handler will take her into the warmth of the barn.
..::Dislikes:
Snowy Days. Cold, wet and dark. Even in the barn its still freezing.
..::Background
I sat down in my usual spot. Nothing special. Just a quiet place to rest my frayed nerves. My handler walked up to me with the same grin he always had on his face. I stood up and snorted. "Easy girl, easy", he giggled. He was a handsome man. Tall and slender with bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. He reached into the pocket of his thick, brown leather suit and pulled out a red, perfectly ripe apple and held it out to me. "Be good while Im at work". He walked toward his small, blue rusty car and drove out of sight and sound.
I turned towards the barn. Unfortunately, the horses weren't allowed in the barn on hot Summer days. My handler had to make sure there was enough room to fit the hogs, cows and sheep. Not only that, but the animals inside the barn got air conditioning, while us equines had to stand outdoors in the scorching sun. The dogs and cats got it even better, though. They got to stay inside my handler's house and sleep on his bed all day.
My handler arrived at 5:00, as usual. He walked up to me so fast it looked like he had floated out of his car. He was carrying a plastic bag, full of carrots, apples and other fruits and vegetables. He walked toward the horse feeding bin and dumped what was in the bag in. But right when I was about to bolt towards the food bin, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I fell over and began to choke. My handler rushed to my side and beat on my back as if he were burping an infant, but it was no use. I collapsed in pain.
When I awoke, I was in a stretcher bed covered with bandage tape. My handler was there by my side again, but for the first time, he wasn't smiling. That right there told me something was wrong. There were women dressed in white coats and sky-blue shirts, all holding clipboards as they chatted amongst there self about my condition. One of the women with a more yellow-ish coat walked over to me and stroked my mane. "Will she be OK?" My owner spurted in anxiety. "We...we're not sure yet, sir". I could feel my heart come up my throat. But what really set me off was when one of the white-coated women came over to my bed and pushed a large, needle into my leg. It felt like a coyote had set there jaws into my leg. I screeched and broke out of my casts and bandaids. I leapt through the window and dashed away from the building.
I decided to live outdoors, wild and free. I guess winters are harsh, but it's not that bad living on the lam.
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I'd draw her if the deadline wasn't so soon XD

She is such a beautiful horse. <3

[Lirrie]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 13

Picture:

Name: Mariamaia

Species: Leapord Wolf

Personality:

Likes:

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[bearlygrunge]

I would like to adopt!
{ Number }
Sixteen

{ Name }
Jaxin

{ Species }
Domestic Dog
[ Shetland Sheepdog x Shiba Inu ]

{ Personality }
Unusually bright and cheery, Jaxin developed this rosy outlook and case of intentional ignorance to protect himself from the atrocities that surrounded him. Luckily, he witnessed little of what actually took place in those years of pitch blackness and permeating evil.
Jaxin has a severe distrust of humans in general, yet he has a grain of hope and a speck of pity for them. He has come to rely more on his Shiba Inu independence more than his sociable Sheltie side. Quite self-sufficient, he does well fending for himself out on the streets by way of discretion and tricks. Jaxin can very well play the poor, pathetic stray and, given his cute Sheltie heritage, this works quite well for him. His outlook on begging is that the poor, pathetic humans fall for his act. He begs mainly to get food that he likes and enjoys, rather than what he actually needs; as he prefers not to rely on anyone, but himself. His Shiba Inu side becomes apparent in his greediness and clever tactics to take what he wants.
The only physical markings left that tell of his unspeakable past are two parallel scars that run horizontally across the middle of his forehead.
Jaxin has extraordinary senses, as well as speed and agility, which are his main means of defense. His intuitive sense of human feelings helped him to stay out of trouble and on his people's good side—most of the time.
He has trouble finding a relaxing place to be, as he doesn't like anything that resembles a cage or underground, yet he desires a safe place and a knowledgeable friend—preferably a feline, as dogs don't understand him—to help him get around the city. Though he is blind to it, Jaxin really would do best in a home with good, kind people to aid in the dismissal of his constant worries. With little to occupy his energies and thoughts, flashbacks are triggered by misconceptions of objects/scenarios in the streets.
Proud and animated, sweet and gentle, Jaxin is a swift, light-footed runner and jumper. He has a high prey drive and quick reflexes, and will pursue rats with a fervor. He can outrun and outdodge any human. His ingenuity and jumping/climbing/digging skills may send him over or under an ordinary fence. Once he's loose, he's gone.
Exceptionally bright and attentive, he is also sensitive, dominant, and clever. Jaxin often tries to manipulate through intimidation. With his marked stubborn streak and mischievous sense of humor, his attitude resembles that of a cat.

{ Likes }
Cats
Grassy parks
Fire hydrant news
Pretzels & cheese
Running
Chasing vermin and balls
Fresh air
Sunshine
The change of seasons

{ Dislikes }
Bicycles
Cages
Conspiracies
Two-faces
Criminal Insanity
Single family human homes
Rats

{ Background }

[Chara Dreemurr]

I would like to adopt!
{Number:}
10
{Picture:}

{Name:}
Aiyana
{Meaning:}
Eternal blossom
{Gender:}
Female
{Species:}
jackalope
(In this case, jackrabbit and deer)
{Personality:}
.:Calm:.
As calm as the wind blowing through a river, making it ripple slowly, Aiyana keeps her cool most of the time. When someone seriously bothers her, she might snap, but a few minutes later, as her blazing eyes and anger subsides, she will have her cool one again, after all, every storm dies down after it starts.
.:Notices things:.
When someone lost something, she will probably would have seen it, or would have remembered where they brought it. She tends to notice stuff, such as a bent branch, which is surely the work of a 'hooman' which is basically a human.
.:Intelligent:.
As Aiyana tends to notice things, it helps her learn. She loves to fill her brain up with intelligent ideas, not the immature junk that the others might have. Is there such a thing as luck? How do you get feelings? Where do thoughts come from? And many more things. She pounders on these question for long periods of time, until coming to a suitable conclusion.
.:Brave:.
Most people think brave equals fearless. Not necessarily. Aiyana thinks fearlessness equals up to foolishness, since if you are not afraid of anything, it might end up costing your life. To Aiyana, brave means to be afraid of something, but doing it anyways, such as doing something to help someone else would not be brave, since that person would actually be there, fearlessly. But going back there even if you know the great danger, and are afraid, is brave.
.:Easily agitated.:
Such as a rabbit, Aiyana will be agitated and surprised easily. She actually dislikes it,
.:Ferocious if provoked:.
.:Secretive:.


{Likes:}
Whiskey (I hope this is not inappropriate for this site; I searched on the net, and it said Jackalopes like it), smooth, clear lakes, stormy nights, with lightening and thunder; that's when they can mate, dreaming, mimicking hoomans, singing along with cowboys, clear days
{Dislikes:}
Being captured, being held, being fed whiskey to get captured, getting chased, being agitated,
{Background:}
"There she goes, over there!" Aiyana mimicked the voice of the hoomans chasing her. "Look, over there!" She mimic- cried, desperate to get away. How foolish had she been to drink the whisky? She knew that that would only drug her.
'It started all quiet. Aiyana had smelled some whiskey, which like all other jackalopes, she loved. She followed it's tantalizing scent, arriving on the spot. A broken bottle lay on the floor spilling it's delicious contents on the sandy floor, letting all determined jackalopes take some. Aiyana tentevely lapped some up, but soon enough, the warm taste of it, spilled through her lith body, pleasantly warming her up. Happy and drowsy, she bounced away slowly, as if she were drunk. And she was.'
Aiyana's ears perked up. The natives were getting closer.
'Her ears heard a shuffling sound, but being drunk and warm, she flicked her ear and ignored it. That's when all exploded. They were running after her. The cunning, quiet natives. She drowsly started to hop with all the might her drunk legs would take. She that 'she was over there', but it didn't work. She hopped away, hoping to tire them. They determinately ran on.'
Something slipped over Aiyana's neck. She stopped, when the thing over her neck yanked her back. She 'flew' back, and skilled hands grabbed her. They were gentile, but they grasped Aiyana's neck firmly. She was put in a make- shift cage, and was being brought. Aiyana, drowsy from the whiskey, fell asleep
***
Aiyana's eyes snapped open. She was in a warm, comfortable place. She wasn't quite sure where she was. It was like a cave, but...
Hoomans came to this comfy place. They respectfully entered, their hands loaded with paint ("Note to self: must find out!": Aiyana) and there was another one behind them, holding something in his hands. It was made of leather, Aiyana noticed, and it had green things on it, and it had a feather. It probably would have been beautiful if she was not frightened.
The hoomans took something and dipped it into the leaf- like thing which held the so called paint. They slowly approached her, frightened that she might attack them. The oldest looking one, the one with the leather thing, had berries. He (she assumed) threw her one, and it skidded to her feet.
Aiyana sniffed it cautiously. It smelled good, of autumn and dry leaves and snow. She felt the urge to taste it. And so she took a tentative nibble...
Aiyana woke up to feel soft, slow movements of the thing the hoomans held on her back. It felt odd around her eye, ear, tail, paw and neck. Part of her back too, when they moved the thing around. She curiously opened her, seeing the warm colored floor all around her. The elder too, he jumped back slightly when she opened her eyes.
The painters moved back. Aiyana partally missed the soft, rithmitic strokes of their thing, almost like a heartbeat. She felt them move back, and she started to stand, surprised to find her paw beautifully painted over with a darker brown. She straightened, wondering what would happen next. The elder had the leather thing dangling between his fingers, calmly moving it back and forth. Thats when he approached Aiyana.
She knew she should have attacked, but his presense calmed the raging fire in her. She let him approach.
He carefully held one of her antlers, and he strung the leather thing on. The elder made sure it was well put, and let her go.
Aiyana scampered outside. She felt honored. The hoomans had been nice.
She jumped away, the light moon far in the distance.

(FYI, the parts with ' around it is the past)
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[pacificcc]

I would like to adopt!
Number: The Lucky Number 13
Picture:
Name: Pure Luck
Gender: Female
Species: Snow Leopard/Wolf Mix {Hybrid}
Personality: Pure Luck is loud, and is willing to talk to anyone. Loves pure gossip, well, likes to hear it. She doesn't spread it. A bit flirty around males, {only males} she creates friendships quickly. In other words, she loves to socialize.
Likes: Males, snow, ice, hail, basically anything cold. She loves the rain, breezy windy days, and just hanging around with the closest to her.
Dislikes: Liars, anything with warm or humid temperatures, death, 'saying good-bye'.
Background: {This is going to be in the first person narrative. I find it easier to express details and hear the story from the creature that experienced it}
I remember my first look at my mother. A beautiful she-wolf with a dazzling leopard pattern. I have never met my father. My mother tells me he was an amazing animal to be around. Neither of us knew what came about him. In my optimistic first few years on our planet, I would wag my leopard-like tail and say, with, as my mother said, 'gleaming eyes' "Fa will be coming soon! I mean it!" each day went by. Nothing. Next day the cycle would repeat. My mother just played along. Until, the 'incident happened.'

You are probably thinking, "What is this incident?" Well, I guess I will tell you.
It was a warmer day, which I really don't like. There was no wind, so my mother took me down to the river for a swim. I leaped into the churning, chilly water. It was like pushing over something that was meant to be pulled. I couldn't swim against the current, so my heroic mother leaped in, risking her life to save my younger one. I remember, the water dragging me under with it's cold fingers grasped around my throat. I couldn't breathe as I was yanked under once more. I felt a force under me. Not pulling down, but up. I was thrown out of the watery monster's grip by no one other than my own mother. She pushed me to the banks, swimming against the rapids. I managed to gather the tiny morsel of strength I had and gripped the bank. The dirt quickly turned to mud at my touch. I slid down, and my mother pushed me up with her head. I turned after finally getting up and she was gone. I assumed she died from drowning, and tried to live my myself. It was a lot harder than it looked at the time. After about two winters, I was in my, as you humans call it, "teenage" years. I met a male, and after meeting we went from friends, to best friends, to lovers. He made me happy, and helped me keep my mind off my mother's death. I know it was a long time ago, but it's heartbreaking to relive that moment. We hunted together most of the time, and his name was Aruu. {Out of her speaking, this is Canis- If I did win her, I would design a hybrid for her which would be Aruu, not mates, just friends as you will later read in her tale}
Often we would split up and take down a full-grown elk together. What a rush that was. We'd communicate in pitches so high the elk couldn't hear and that was our secret language. He'd charge first, fearing I would be hurt if I did first. Then I would rush in, and at full speed, try to knock it over. Then we'd end it, and enjoy a long, delicious meal together. One day he and his friend, Axel {one of my characters} decided to have some male time. I can only imagine what they did. Probably kill livestock. He always slightly scented like blood, and mainly mud, obviously trying to hide the blood scent. As time went on, we didn't hang out as much, so our love.. there was no more spark in the fire. We were just friends, and always stayed that way, until many winters later he was shot down killing cattle. I think of him and my mother every day, even though they aren't 'here', they always will be in my heart.


A picture you drew: {I am not very good at drawing leopard print. I would definitely order art of her, as of right now I have people in mind, but it's not worth it if I don't win.}

Nevermind. I lied well I mean about me not drawing.. Just don't gouge out your eyeballs in front of me. It's bad, I tried my best..


Other: My favorite animals are wolves and leopards, in fact, that's my username. I probably, to be honest will add two thin silver bracelets on her left front leg. They will have small light blue beads.



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[Erille]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 8 (Eight)
Picture:
Name: Isader
Species: Erli Snake
Personality:
Isader. Oh Isader. Where to begin? Well to get to the point as quick as possible, Isader is blunt and honest. Don't expect her to tell you what you want to here because she won't. She'll tell you the straight-forward truth. She sort of lurks around in the shadows a lot and dislikes being recognized as a person who did something, good or bad.
When Isader does speak it might be a few words or sentences. NO speeches or long lectures. That would be in the spotlight. Isader will speak her mind when she does talk though, like I said, she is honest.
Isader is not the kind of person you want to be on your bad side. She has a fiery personality, no matter how shy, and will use it silently. She loves revenge but will do it secretly and quietly.
She is also slightly selfish and cares first about her before you.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:

This world of ours is called Earth. But, mind you, this is not your Earth. Not the one with tiny little countries and lives that you think are so important. This is the Earth that doens't exist to you. But trust me, it's the one that's really.
But others will never know that. I've only chosen you to tell about our Earth. My Earth.

~~~

This is our Earth. There are no four elements like your world. We have only two. Darkness and Light. The Darkness always comes first. But right now, when the Darkness has agreed to leave like so many years before and let the Light reign for it's six months, Darkness doens't agree. And Light, I have to say, it weaker then the evil of Darkness.
Darkness is a living enity like Light is on our Earth and the evils Darkness contains likes storms and death. Misery and sickness. It's nothing compared to happy memoires and the warmth of our sun.
And for us, the Erli Tribe of Southern Macacra, well that means certain death. We are not the only people like us. There are many shape-shifters in our world from the Fraun Tribe that shifts into wolves from Northern Gregoru, to the Orre people who are known as fierce whales in the Dedorian South.
And my tribe is no differnet. But in a way we are. For we are the Erli Peopel. Tribe of the Snakes.
And it may seem like since we are such horrible creatures, us snakes, that we would be bad, creatures of Darkness. Poison and anger. But we are not. All living things here are work of the Great God Light.
Darkness. Well he is the destroyer. The One of Storms, the One of Everlasting Pain, the One of Darkness. All four of those are his names. And now Darkness has taken over.
Every tribe has been ordered killed by Darkness himself. This is the only time in history where Darkness is a creator. For there is a great army coming, made of shadows and ice. And they are coming to kill all of Light's creatures.

Our tribe must hide, our leader, Gui, says. So that morning, in our human forms, the ones most of us dispise when we must be in them. The human skins are so uncomfortable and itchy. And these unfortunate creatures called humans, why they can't even swallow mice whole. These teeth are awful and we have no poison to defend ourselves while like this.
I uncomfortabley pack up my few things. A sleeping rug, a oil-powered lantern gifted to us by the whales, and a small kijjograph of my mother. A kijjograph is much like your puny photographs on Earth except these have more feeling to them. You can smell the kijjograph, hear the sounds and taste the place where the kijjograph was taken.
I put the kijjograph away right as the attack begins. The soliders of Darkness are faster then previously thought. They were not suposed to be here until tomorrow.

But maybe it was tomorrow. Without Light to free us from the darkness, our Earth has been dark endlessly. The soliders slip silently into our cave so many don't notice them at first. They are demon-like in appearance and have leathery skin and fangs like ours. They don't cause panic at first. They just wait. But then I see a solidert aller then the others lift out a pair of hand-chains. Wait. The orders to were kill. Not capture. They said something in an odd language and I was petrified. I could understand them.
Darkness has ordered us to capture. Not kill. The prisoners must be tortured. Light must feel the Darkness that rules now. Light will be hurt directly. These living things are her life force.
We would be tortured. Killed slowly while Light's direct life source - us- was destroyed. I couldn't let this happen. I pack up quicker. No one else can see them. Suddenly there's a bang and Gui falls. There's a gun shot in his back. Then the shadow soliders emerge. This is my only chance to escape.

I run to the back of our cave and turn into my snake form. My vision improves and I can see the Light Gem glowing faintly. That's it. I throw myself onto it just as a shadow solider grabs me. The Light Gem makes me invincible momentarily so UI am safe. Suddenly there is a flash of light and I'm somewhere else.
I see no cave. Only trees and grass. There is Llight above me. I am on Earth. Your Earth.

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[Coali]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
16
Picture:

Name:
Kai
Species:
Domestic Canine
[Chocolate Labrador x Alaskan Malamute]
Personality:
At first glance, Kai is very violent, cruel, and untrustworthy.
When you first meet her, she comes off as rude, and antisocial, when the truth is, that dark, cruel shell hides a kind, caring soul waiting to break free.
Kai can be violent,absolutely unpredictable, and uncontrollable.
But, everyone that sees her likes her pretty face, her purple markings, and petite frame, followed by floppy ears a curled tail, but when she snaps, most people are shocked. She is like an eternal fire, always burning, and changing.

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[Mario]

I would like to adopt!
Number: Eleven.
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