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[Xanre]

Kennel number 78
Old image
Linked for blood, I guess.
Revamp version

where you got the lineart
http://kokamo77.deviantart.com/art/Rear ... -129967856

Lul, it was the only stallion-ish lineart I could find. You might want to separate them into two different kennels or something, or I could just combine and resize it. XD

[Tammanae]

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel 91

Name You'd Choose for It:

Flamel

Gender:

Female

Reason You Want It:

I have no idea why, but I am oddly attracted to her. The more I see her whenever I browse through the adoptions, the more I feel like I would love to be able to care for her along with my other charries. As a rule, I steer clear of feathery creatures, but I would be more than happy to make an exception for her. ^^ The thought of drawing her scares me quite a bit, but I am quite willing to take the challenge as I did with my little Pyrite~

History/Background/Other:

Personality

Flamel is a fiery girl, her spirit showing very strongly the force of life she embodies. Eternally stubborn, she has a hard time admitting when she is wrong, which has proven to a be problem in the past. Recklessness tends to make her be even more of a hassle, yet gratefully, her optimism prevents her from getting too angry too often, as when anger does get the better of her, the consequences tend to be rather critical for those around her.

Despite her regal looks, this small feathered dragon is quite clumsy, usually provoking her anger further than needed. The thing that drives her the most is the need to find out why she survived, or rather, why she was reborn. Little does the inquisitive Flamel know that her reason for having survived had to do with her incredible will to live, and nothing to do with the cosmos she looks up at for answers.

History

I wasn't always like this... Not always this colorful, not always this shape... not even this... this thing I've become. I should be grateful. How many creatures can say that they have lived through what I have? Then again, maybe this blessing is a curse in disguise.

A reptilian head shook as the words were thought, an angry look on the feathered face. Thoughts like this sometimes plagued the winged creature that could really only be described as a 'dragon' of sorts, although she was by no means massive or an embodiment of fear. Maybe it would be best to start at the beginning... you see, this dragon was not always so. While the skies were indeed her home in the forests of New Guinea, this girl used to be nothing more than a bird of paradise in her day.

- - - - -

Songs filled the air, and plumage and dancing could be shown all over the sky. It was spring, and the mating rites of the birds of paradise were taking place, males showing off, and the girls choosing the right one to pair with. Those that had already been chosen happily stayed with their females, ignoring their surroundings. If only they had been paying more attention, maybe they would have noticed the strange air of the forest, the way other animals were hiding, as man found their way through the foliage, their sights on the beautiful plumes of the males that were now courting the remaining females. Shots filled the air, killing the males that they hit, and as they fell to the ground, a young female fell with them, her wing wounded, and pain clear in her screech.

As footsteps approached, the fallen female, the instinct to survive strong in her, she hid from view, and watched as men took the bodies of her family and friends away, muttering in a strange tongue she had never heard before. Scared of being found, she remained quiet and stayed under the bushes, praying she would not be discovered. Her pleading was answered, and men left the area, however, wounded, her pride shattered, and too weak to keep moving, she stayed where she was, sleep overtaking her. Her eyes closing, she gave a grieving sigh, hoping against reason that when she woke up, this had all been nothing more than a horrible nightmare, nothing more than nerves getting the best of her the day before the mating rituals took place. Little did she know that things would only get worse...

- - - - -

Desperate cries rouse from the forest, birds, mammals, even the plants and air seemed to cry out in fear and pain. Eyes bursting open, the small bird of paradise looked around and saw smoke billowing in the sky, birds flying as far as they could, and those who could not fly were scampering for their lives. Scared and confused, the young female looked around, trying to understand what was going on, why the others were acting so. The sight that met her eyes made her scream in horror. Flames consumed everything in it's path, as the men had left their campfire unchecked, and a large fire now threatened the animals of the forest.

Heat encompassed all around the helpless creature, and as she cried out for help, she was left behind, still weak from the wound inflicted on her earlier, the pain on her wing crippling her as she attempted to run. As she fell to the ground beak first, tears would have run down from her eyes as she realized that this was the end for her.

This cannot be it... I am too young to die... I will not die!

- - - - -

A strange sense of awareness overtook the small bird as she regained conscience. The ground beneath her was wet and slippery, a muddy feel to it as ash and grime clung to her feathers as she gingerly got up, her limbs shaking on the forest floor. The devastation from the fire was very evident, the trees scorched, the earth charred. As the young bird slithered out of the pile of ash she had risen from, she tripped, her new front limbs getting in the way of her hind ones. Confused, she turned her neck around to view her hindquarters and realized how much longer it had gotten, and how colorful she looked.

"Ah... it seems to be I did not need to come for you."

A calm and surprisingly pleasant voice came from behind the bird of paradise, and she turned around in fear, not sure what to do, especially with how clumsy her body seemed to be reacting to the changes she was just now noticing. As she did so, she noticed the voice was accompanied by a body. A creature she had never seen before, a canine of some sort, ears erect, muzzle thick, tail bushy, and some strange garments covering areas of the fur, bandages, which she had never seen being used before.

"Who are you?" she asked, incredulous that such a creature even stood in front of her with such a calm look on his face.

The creature smiled, his blue gray fur and menacing red eyes looking out of place on the gentle wolf.

"Now where are my manners... My apologies, Flamel. I am Anubis, the Ripper's familiar, and bringer of death," he answered, sitting down with a complacent look.

The black eyes of the smaller creature burst open in fear, her feathers trembling at the mention of who he was. Had this happened in any other occasion, she probably would have thought the creature mad, but there was something about him that told her without a doubt that he was telling the truth. The fact that he knew who she was was almost proof of that to her simple mind.

"So does this mean... I am dead? Is that why I look the way I do?" she asked, her wings giving a half hearted drop.

"Quite the opposite. I came here to gather the souls of all of those who died today in this fire. You were the one I could not find, I can very much see why now. You seem to have turned into a phoegon, a draconic phoenix of sorts. That would explain why you can see me as I am now, and why you can understand me. You have ascended to a higher plain, the plain of immortals."

A blank look crossed Flamel as he explained all this to her, her ignorance obvious as she sat down, trying to process the information she had just been given. So many questions were crossing her mind, and just as many were being forgotten. The young bird had never been one for paying attention to things for too long. The one question that stuck however made her feathers bristle with an unquenchable need to know the answer.

"But why?"

As she turned her head up, her question out of her now reptilian head, she realized she was all alone, still covered in grime and soot, the place where the wolf had stood in only seconds earlier bearing no trace of her visitor. A scowl appeared on the small phoegon's face, her tail lashing out angrily, her fiery nature surfacing now that the initial shock had left her and the impending doom of men and fire had vanished. Her wings giving an angry beat, a snarl crossed her muzzle as she clenched her talons.

How dare he? He just left without finishing his explanation? What kind of a 'bringer of death' is he? Who does he think he is? I swear, when I find him, I will rip him to shreds!

These thoughts were too fast, too many for her to retain, and soon enough she calmed down, her feathers flattening once more. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked up to the sky, by now stars flickering in and out of view. Alone and with the need to know why, she beat her wings once more and took to the sky, first to find a safe place where she could regain her strength, and later to find Anubis and the answers she needed.

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

[Sapphirescript]

-drags Tasha over police line-

XD We be in ur scene messin wit ur evidence. XP Take that, CSI. :lol:

Edit: I'm debating on putting a few up for adoption. myself. Anyone like snakes?

D8!

Not cool D8<

Lol I liek but I don't matter XD.

Rawr, I just came up with a good story for them but blah... I still love the ones I adopted x3!
Wish I Could say I've gotten tons of art, but I'm cheap 8D. So I rarely pay for things x3.

[keydemon]

I don't really think that lion needed an extra revamp so soon... I actually kinda liked the older revamp. X3

Sorry. ):

S/He was my original design and s/he's been up there so long, I was thinking added accessories would help a bit. I was actually thinking of just asking for him/her to be taken down soon.

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My permission from the owner to adopt her:




Pet's ID Tag:
#3

Name You'd Choose for It:
Arachni [A-rack-nee]

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:
There are many reasons as to why I want this beautiful girl.

Reason #1, Her Personality

I love the personality that her design has. She seems to stand out from all of the others. Things that stand out are always my frist choice, as I hate anything bland or boring. Nothing about her seems normal and like she will follow any guide lines. She looks like a rebel and nothing could change that to me. :]

Reason #2, Her Colors

I love the dark colors she has. It gives her a dark and mysterious appearance, and that's one of the major things I want in a character. I love dark and evil looking things, and she is no different. I came here today to find a new character to add to my dark little gang, and she just seems like a perfect fit!

Reason #3, Her Wings

For some reason, I love her wings. I don't have many characters with wings, in fact I have none. I think a winged character would be a nice addition. The wings add a bit of spunk to her design that I just can't resist.

Reason #4, Her Skull Tattoo

I'm a sucker for skulls. It's just something that I like to see in a character. This is no different for me. I saw her skull marking and the first thing that went through my mind was "I have to have her. No one else, but her!"

History/Background/Other:
Arachni has had a dark past. She was created in a cold cellar under someones home. Beginning as a normal homeless kitten, they changed her very bone structure to create her. Her creator was described as a mad man, always picking up stray animals and changing them into monsters. When he finished with Arachni, she was no different. She thought of herself as a disgusting creature that no one could love. In her mind, who would want a winged purple cat? Over the years, her anger at the scientist grew and she became more and more violent. She tends to control herself though, only lashing out at inanimate objects. When she releases some of her pent up anger, she becomes visibly more happy and joyful. Other people have described Arachni as a rebel, never wanting to obey rules. Which is entirely true. She hates anything that has to follow guidelines or instructions. In her mind, being a free spirit and not following rules is the way to live your life. Rules are made up by people who want to control you, she has said. Of course, that's another thing she can't stand. Being controlled. Nothing can keep this wild cat under control and when someone has tried, they have failed. She's just a free spirit at heart.

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

[Tammanae]

I don't really think that lion needed an extra revamp so soon... I actually kinda liked the older revamp. X3

Sorry. ):

S/He was my original design and s/he's been up there so long, I was thinking added accessories would help a bit. I was actually thinking of just asking for him/her to be taken down soon.

I actually don't think he looks bad at all without the items. I think the main problem is that most people don't look much at the bigger cats or non canines adoptions. It's a real shame too. ;<

I can't really tell you much about making him more attractive as I don't see anything wrong with the design, I am actually surprised he's been here so long.

[crazy cranky critter]

Nice revamps Kandi Kid. I was thinking about going for them and now I think I will.

[Cerestes]

Oh, I am in love! Here is my form, I hope I get him! <3 I will edit with the permission form shortly.

EDIT: Please click here to see the proof of permission!

Pet's ID Tag: #93 - Kituen
Name You'd Choose for It: Xian (pronounced Si-an)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I have recently been looking for some new OCs; I do not roleplay or write stories (often), but I am an artist and my characters are usually the subjects for my pictures. I also do not have many male characters, or natural colored ones at that.
History/Background/Other: Xian is a tough wolf; he is a fighter. He was born to a small pack; one group of a greater pack. He had two siblings, both of which are now deceased, having never made it fully through puphood. His father was the Alpha of his small pack, and his mother is also deceased, although he can somewhat remember her assuring voice and warm body. Growing up with only a father (and Alpha at that) made Xian tough. Upon entering his young wolf years, he left his pack (on good terms) to join the Greater Pack, a force of wolves who patrol the lands, keeping order to their forest. Hard work and dedication caused him to rise in ranks, until he was second in command, next only to Kajj, leader of the Greater Pack. Kajj was eventually overthrown by a corrupted wolf within the pack, who aided an outside pack into taking over the forest. Xian fought desperately to protect his beloved home, but failed (too many of his own ranks sided with the newcomers). He hasn't seen his family pack since his departure, and no forest creature has heard of the pack. He does not know whether his father is dead or alive. Having been defeated by the now new leader, Gaar, Xian barely escaped with his life. Wondering on his own, in a daze and without emotion, he leaves the heart of his homeland in search of a new beginning. It is on this journey of his life that he meets Dani, a beautiful she wolf that fills an empty void in his heart. Though bitter upon their meeting, Dani shows Xian that while one's whole world may be turned upside down and shaken, starting over with nothing left behind you just may not always be so bad.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Rosalind]

Creature's Name: Unnamed
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Preferences:
Please love either through RPing, stories, or artwork or even better all three!
Please give me credit for her/his design and PM me with your form if you win because I would love to see it.
Link Art Link:
By nijabunnygirl
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

Nope!

[TheScamperPony]

I believe #20 should be mine. Tanner no longer wanted the foal, and since I owned the father, I should have rights to the foal. Or Tasha should, since she now owns Uprsising.

Is this true or not?