Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[iPawki]

I would like to adopt!

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Domestic Dog
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[Chelz]

I would like to adopt!

.:. Number .:.
13 - Thirteen

[lucky thirteen]

.:. Picture .:.

[beautiful]

.:. Name .:.
Nakita

[nah-KEE-tah]

.:. Species .:.
Wolf x Snow Leopard Hybrid

[not natural]

.:. Personality .:.
Nakita is quite a gentle, innocent soul. Having been sheltered for much of her life, she can be naive and gullible. Nakita appreciates the company of others, but is just as happy with her own company. Nakita can be temperamental, and quite unpleasant to be around when her temper has been set off. She is friendly to those she doesn't know, but often feels like a monster due to her being not really a wolf nor a snow leopard. She feels as if she doesn't fit in, and thus has no family - she feels alone.

[who is she?]

.:. Likes .:.
Nakita seems to take joy in very little things a life. A pretty sunset, for example. She also quite enjoys the company of others, but can cope just as well on her own. She enjoys climbing trees, as she believes she can see 'the whole world from a tree'.

[interests]

.:. Dislikes .:.
Nakita is quite innocent and easy to fool, but it stills bothers her when she is tricked or someone pokes fun at her. She also can't stand being hungry for extended periods, and can become quite snappish when she is starving.

[hates and pet peeves]

.:. Background .:.
(Please note, just about everything in this background is completely unrealistic and highly fictional. xD)

The humans clad in white coats made their way to the rows of cages lined against the plain, stark white wall. A cage door screeched open. The inhabitants of the other cages began to stir. They wondered what exactly was going on. Gloved hands placed a young, sleeping wolf pup into one of the cages, closing the door after the pup.

"When will we see the full effects of the snow leopard DNA?" asked one human, a cleanshaven young man in his early twenties.
An older man shrugged in response to the question. "We don't know. But if all goes to plan, we'll have something of a magnificent predator. Just think, lads, we'll have created a new species!"
Surrounding figures gave halfhearted murmurs, keeping their eyes on the caged wolf pup. As the group headed towards a nearby door, one man stayed behind.
"Jones?" questioned the older man who had spoken.

The man by the cage replied, but didn't look at the other man. "Mm?"
"Aren't you coming?"
"I think I'll keep an eye on the experiment."
"Brilliant idea, Jones," the older man nodded. "You do that!"
"I will, thank you, Richards."
The older man exited at this, leaving Jones alone with his 'experiment'. He had helped defy nature. He would admit it. The wolf pup had been drugged, and he had administered the drug. The wolf pup had been given the DNA of a completely separate animal, and he had had injected the DNA. This creature could die, and it would be his fault.

Jones had taken part in these sorts of experiments before - many ending badly for the experiment. This pup was the 'last straw' of sorts. Jones didn't want to kill any more creatures in the name of science. And if this pup were to die, he would at least try and keep her comfortable during her first and potentially last night with the DNA. "You at least deserve a name," he muttered. What for a name? Something strong, but graceful. Somehow, the name jumped into Jones' mind. "Nakita," he decided, grabbing a chair leaning against a wall as he sat in front of the pup's cage.

***

When Nakita awoke, she felt sick and dizzy. As she climbed to her paws, her tail felt different. She swished it out to the side, the movement throwing her off balance so that she landed with a thud.

From the gaps in her cage, she saw a human on a plain, white, plastic chair fast asleep. At the sound of Nakita's tumble, he awoke with a start. "Are you all right, Nakita?" the human asked in a dazed state.
Nakita tipped her head at the strange figure.
"Probably don't feel well, huh?"
Nakita swished her tail once more, jumping slightly as it appeared completely different to when she'd last seen it. What had happened?
"Well, you're alive, Nakita," the man muttered. "Meaning we have probably succeeded. We have created a wolf/leopard hybrid."

The man walked off, leaving Nakita to her own thoughts.

"What's going on?" Nakita whimpered, lashing her newly long tail once more.
A creature in the cage next to her stirred. "What?" its croaky voice began. "You don't know? You've been given the DNA of a snow leopard."
"What's DNA?" Nakita asked gently.
"Think of it like... codes that make us who we are."
"Oh. What's a snow leopard?"
"A big, grey, spotty cat."
"Oh. Thank you." Nakita murmured in response.

"This way, ladies and gentlemen!" Richards cried from afar, marching into the room with a group of scientists following him. "We have succeeded! Meet Experiment 13!" Richards motioned a hand to Nakita's cage. She drew back out of fear, leaning against the sturdy, cold, metal back wall.

The scientists just applauded, offering occasional questions. To them, Nakita was merely an object. She was an experiment, nothing more.

Their experiment, however, grew older. She was relatively tame, taken for walks daily in custom made habitats to find out which habitat their experiment preferred. Her hunting skills were never put to the test, as she was painstakingly provided for when not walking.

If anything, she was more like a pet than a canine/feline predator. Nakita knew this, but it didn't particularly bother her. She was comfortable. Although curious about a world beyond her laboratory home, she figured she would never see it.
Interestingly, that's when things began to change.

***

Richards announced a meeting amongst all of his coworkers. He explained that they were being shut down, and as their experiments had had no legal approval, something would have to be done about the experiments.
"They're too dangerous to release into the wild," one man commented.
"And I don't think any of us want to try and find new 'abodes' for them," said another.
"Then that leaves us with one other option," Richards gave a heavy sigh. "We'll have to put them all to sleep."

The crowd sobered. Jones in particular felt a sense of numbness at the news. Even the experiments he hadn't hurt were going to die. But Nakita was special to him, and he couldn't let her die.
"When shall we, ah -" said a feminine voice.
"Tomorrow morning," Richards finished. "The inspection will be in the evening tomorrow."

Jones looked down at his feet, folding his arms. He had one night to save Nakita.

***

When the door opened and the light from the other room lit up the room of cages, Nakita awoke. It was the nice human, Jones! He unlocked Nakita's cage, beckoning for her to leave the cage. Nakita crawled out, flexing her limbs and glad to be doing so.
"Nakita," Jones began. Nakita had eventually learned to recognise this as her name, and knew to pay attention when someone used it. "We're going on a little trip, okay? But first," Jones placed a black backpack on the tiled floor. He took out three pieces of jewelry; a necklace with a crescent moon and two bracelets. "These were my daughter's, but she doesn't like them anymore. I want to use them to know where you are - and know who you are if I find you again."

Nakita tilted her head as Jones draped the necklace over her head. Gently lifting one of Nakita's massive paws, he clipped on the two bracelets. "There, don't you look pretty, Nakita?"

Nakita was soon bundled into another cage in a car trailer. As the trailer began to move, Nakita jumped. Her cage was moving. Eventually, she began to realise the motion was harmless and settled down once more.

She remained in the cage for some three hours, sleeping for the last half of the journey. As her cage door was opened, Nakita leaped out. Snow met her paws. She turned to Jones in confusion. "This is goodbye, Nakita," Jones muttered. "I'm sorry, but this is for your own good. You'll be okay. I promise. Goodbye." Jones climbed back into his vehicle, slowly driving into the distance. His hand waved to her out of the window. Nakita felt rooted to the spot with fear. Why was Jones leaving her? What was going on?

Nakita settled down to ponder over the last question, happiness beginning to overcome her as she thought.

There were no barriers here, no fake plants, nothing! It was all real. It was all Nakita's.
She was free!
"I'm free," Nakita thought aloud. "I'm free!"

[mad scientist's experiment]

.:. A picture you drew .:.

[Gabri]

I would like to adopt!

Number:

#15

Picture:



Name:

Joseph

Nickname:

Joey

Species:

Jackal

Personality:

Joey is...well, shy. Extremly shy. He has a paranoia of people thinking about him, or rather, thinking badly of him. He tries to stay away from anyone he doesn't know, and never, ever, can be convinced to go to a party, gaduation, whatever. He won't. You can't make him. He'll either, attack, run away, or he'll just completly shut down. None of those are really good.

He's also rude. If he know you enough to be considered a friend, he's pretty sure you're not going anywhere, and thinks he can get whatever he wants from you. He doesn't have many friends.. He has to meet them, then think he'd like to know them. Once he's brave enough to tak to them, he has to continue. Then get to know them. Then hang out a bit. Then get along with them. Then hang out some more. Then he trusts them, and always asks for things. And gets mad when they sad no, or can't. If he's gone through that cycle the "friend" is usaully gone.

And it's extremly diffucult to have a crush for him. Though he has terrible self esteem and is afreid of people judging him, he is quite shallow. She has to be pretty and nice, and very smart, funny, and caring, and he'd rather her to be blue. He'd like her to be like him. He wants her to be falling over him. Madly in love. In his life he's had one crush. She didn't quite reach requirements once he got to know her. He didn't like that. She ran away. Long story.

Lastly, he has a temper. The smallest thing can set him off, and after you should probably stay clear. In a fight he lets everything he has lose, he'll scream out every fault you have. He shows no mercy, untill after. When he usaully feels bad.

Nice guy, eh?

Likes:

Angel, tea, whipped cream. Um...rabbits... Candycanes.

Dislikes:

You, me, them, him, her. And coffee. And green, and marshmellows. And tomatos.

Background:

I followed the pair slowly, every step stop, and careful. I watched their backs. His siver and blue, her's brown and tan and blue. She was beautiful, and kind. She seemed to like me. Why did Cazenovia have to have her? I was just as good as him. I kicked a rock out of my way. Up ahead, I heard them laughing. Were they talking about me? What were they saying. If they asked me to come along on their walk, why wouldn't they include me? I growled and a bird, watching me, looking amused.

He continued to stare, but I ignored him. As I continued to walk a plan began to swirl and formed. I'd just go, leave this stu[id little village, and start new. If I didn't get away form Angel soon I'd do something I'd regret. I suddenly veered to the right and loped down the pavement. I'm gone.

A picture you drew:

[nowi]

I would like to adopt!

Number:14

Name: Ziemiia
"Earth" in Polish
(Formerly Podstawa,"dirt")
Species: Feral Cat - Siberian

Personality:
Likes:
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A picture you drew:


~Work in Progress~

[.:Chime:.]

how do you adopt and can more than one person get the same animal? i looove #11 the fixedog its sooo cool:)Amy

[Rainbow Dash]

how do you adopt and can more than one person get the same animal? i looove #11 the fixedog its sooo cool:)Amy

Please read the first post to find out how to adopt.

No, more than one person cannot get the same animal.

[gingertail98]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15

Picture:

Name: Jazz

Species: Dog

Breed: Husky crossed with Basenji


Personality:

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A picture you drew:



WIP

[asdjlasfjksdf]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2

Picture:

Name: Zara

Species: Bat

Personality: Zara is a hyper active little girl! She zips and zooms all over the place when she's excited. Although, when she calms down she is the sweetest little angel. Thats why she has her halo and feathers. The wildly colored feathers represent her wild streak and her halo shows that she has a sweeter side. Zara is usually found laying on her masters pillow drawing, or possibly sleeping, but this is only in her sweet moments. Zara has been known to break things when she goes wild and no one can really stop her. She's very timid around strangers and prefers to stay among people she knows.

Likes: Sugar, Fall, Fresh snow, Warm summer days, Lemonaid, Drawing, Beaches, and fancy hotels 

Dislikes: Getting hurt, Super cold days, Salty things, Greasy foods, Snakes, and new people

Background: Hanging upside down, Zara let all the blood rush to her head. She giggled and let go of the tree branch, enjoying the brief adrenalin rush she got from free falling, before she wipped out her wings and soared upwards. She twirled and spun in the air, enjoying every moment, before she heard her mother call out to her. "Zara! Get back here before you hurt yourself!" Zara just rolled her eyes and replied glumly "Yes mama..." She fluttered back to her mothers side and hung from the branch beside her. "Mama?" She asked quietly "Yes dear?" Her mother turned to her. "Why am I the only bat that seems to enjoy life?" Her mother stared at her for a long moment beforw replying. "Because honey. All of us adults don't have time to play. We work hard to feed you wild children. Now go to bed." And with that, her mother wrapped her wings tighter around her silky black body and dozed off. Zara watched the sun rise before falling asleep. "I'm going to have the most interesting life ever. I'll never be bored." She promised her mother, just before she fell asleep. 

Zara awoke when her mother slowly stretched her leathery wings. "Wake up Zara. We only have a few hours to hunt." So her mother took off and flew after a swarm of moths. "Alright mama..." She drowsily stretched her wings as well and took of, rather haphazardly, into the night. Zara was fluttering along, intent on catching a particular moth, when she crashed into what seemed to be a giant spider web. "MAMA! Help!" She screeched loudly as it collapsed on her and a pale white hand reached out for her. "What do you make of this Paul? A little bat with a halo! Huh... How odd. YEOWCH!" The human screamed at Zara bit into his hand with her tiny little teeth. In return, the human threw her roughly into a cage. "The little wretch bit me!" The man exclaimed. Zara snickered and peered out of the cage. The human called Paul looked into her cage. "We should take it back to the lab..." He said to the other human, who was now swearing under his breath. "Do whatever you want! Just keep the little monster away from me." Paul just rolled his eyes and loaded her into the back of some kind of vehicle. 

Zara awoke the next day in a new cage. The bars were cold and the food she found was discusting. She pushed it out of the cage and sat smugly in the corner. Teach them to feed her crudy food. The weeks passed and no one came to her rescue. Ahe thought of her mother, who was probably giving herself a heart attack from worrying about her. Zara sat in the cage, living the same routine every day, hoping that she would escape someday.

A picture you drew: None

[CharyouTree]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 10

Picture:

Name: Takoda

Species: Jackalope

Personality:
Takoda is very forward. About everything. Thoughts, feeling, and ideas never dwell for long in his mind, which tends to make those around him uncomfortable. This behavior works well for him, because he never has difficult things weighing on his mind. It lets him look at things openly. The negative, however, is that he isn't able to maintain relationships with others for long. They get frustrated with how blunt he is with things. Takoda can make impulsive decisions that have a way of getting him in trouble. Weighing out the concequences of a situation is something he just can't seem to do. On the other hand, he is frequently hit by the urge to just observe. His fascination with everything around him is unending. The smallest detail like the rippling of grass or the way a particular cloud looks can keep him glued to the same spot for hours, just watching.

Likes: The things Takoda likes changes constantly. As of now, some of the things he likes is the way the snow falls, the feeling of ice, and how feathers look in the wind.

Dislikes: Loss. He can't stand to see the few that he feels close to walk away.

Background: A light. Takoda could now remember the flickering firelight from the camp is what had brought him here. It was sad that such a beautiful thing was the reason he was in such a predicament now, trapped in a small cage with the loud chuckling of men coming from all around. The jackelope, who was barely old enough to leave the den let alone get himself trapped by a bunch of humans, prodded at the edges of the cage with the small horns that had been growing on his head for the past week or so. What Takoda didn't know was that it was these horns that had kept him alive this long. Any other rabbit would have been dinner if it had been sitting right in the heart of a camp full of hungry soldiers. But the horns fascinated the man who siezed him so roughly, so he had been set into a dark cage to wonder what would happen to him. Takoda realized quickly that his efforts were useless.
"What have you done you idiot?" He asked himself.
Seconds later, the top of the cage opened and the face of the man who had grabbed him appeared. Takoda closed his eyes tightly as hands picked him up for the second time. So this was it. These things were going to kill him. To his surprise, the hands set him down gently onto the ground. Confused, Takoda looked up at the man who had taked a strange thing out of his pocket that vaguely resembled a spiderweb with a feather attatched. The man knelt down at fastened the object around his left horn. Then without another word, he walked away. Takoda's instinct to run finally hit him like a freight train, and he tore back into the woods, the object on his horn fluttering.

Looking in a clear pool in the woods, all these memories of the night Takoda recieved the small dreamcatcher raced through his mind. It was the night that instead of being struck down by the hand of a more powerful being, he'd recieved a defining feature of himself.
(I might add more to this later)


A picture you drew: WIP

[InsomniacFox]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Name: Arkius
Species: Flame Wolf
Personality: Wise and aged greatly, Arkius's flame burns gentler than this young days, where he was quick to fight and big-headed, such as young Flames are. Now he is greatly valued and gives advice when you need it.
Likes: Helping his Tribe and the other Tribes, giving advice, meeting with Shining Tribe, all of the Tribes' starry ancestors in his dreams.
Dislikes: Ambition, lies, strong ones overpowering weak ones, the Tribes in conflict, war.
Background: Born of the Burning Tribe to Prince FreeWalker, Arkius was a great warrior from the birth. When the time of the Great Scorching came around (the war between Burning Tribe and Flowing Tribe) he was already powerful and head-strong, charging right into battle without a plan. Though he was a great fighter, he was not left unscathed. He had serious wounds and had to retire from fighting early, making him grow old and wise fast. Now, he mostly stays in his den alone and remnisses about his past, with the other members of the Burning Tribe bring him prey and give him company when he needs it. To this date, he is the oldest of the three Tribes to live; Burning Tribe, Flowing Tribe, and Storming Tribe.
A picture you drew: I'll draw one if I get the time.