The SCAA - Officially Closed!

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I want some critique!
Username: NotMe
Link to your form: viewtopic.php?f=58&t=594698&p=27354539#p27354539
Who do you want to critique you {Any judge; for example, Pix, Wesley, Ocean, etc.}: Anyone
How harsh do you want us to be {Soft, Honest, Brutally Honest}: Brutally Honest
Other: I can't write much mroe but if the form needs more stuff I'll draw until my arm falls off
Banana Cream Pie

[ubiquitous]

A little late, but I'm so glad you're trying out for Liliana, Palm Tree! Even though you don't need it, you have my permission.

[byyrde]

I LIED!!! I MUST HAVE MY VOLKNER <3333333
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{{We will find out what happened, whatever the cost...}}
((I still undergo such torture inside and out...))

{{Just couldn't hold back... The gas mask was such a reminder of my obsession~}}

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Username:
Festus(CH)

Kennel Number:
Kennel #25
{Twenty-five}

Reason for Adoring this Character and Use for It:
As I said, I couldn't hold back.
This character caught my eye the absolute second I saw he was donated. I was in love with his slightly grotesque display, despite how many might be drawn away from that. His gas mask also touched me, a reminder of my obsession, my favorite show in the whole wide world, one that I could never, ever part with. I think it would be hard to part with this guy as well <3 Such muse for him courses my brain that I fear I may overwrite for his majesty to become a member of my character family. I'm not going for any other character, anyone else. My love, determination, and muse is focused on this guy. I'm just infatuated, in love with, can't go without Volk. He's already beloved. I know I have a lot of competition within Pix and Aysan, and I'm sure someone else will want to go for him too, so I'm just hoping that perhaps I can just beat them. I know the likelihood is slim, but it was worth a shot anyway. I just love Volkner that much. <333333

Of course, he won't sit uselessly in my character site, I would never let that happen. He's got too much meaning inside him, too much to go for. If I figure out how to draw his gas mask on paper I would love to make a comic for him, maybe one that lasts longer than the many others I have pursued. He's just so... Special. So worthy of attention. Dying for love, maybe, although it doesn't fit as well. I want to give him this attention. To satiate the need to show him absolute respect and treat him like a King. Receive art of his design is something that will start as soon as I find someone who will draw him. What is love, but a feeling to be obeyed?

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{{Scientist's Compilation of Creature Data}}

"This is the information we gathered from the monster from the time it first stepped into our facility, to the moment we started the interrogation."

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Height:
Around 16 inches from suggested measurements.
Weight:
10 Ib. in comparison to height and appearance.
Distinguishable Characteristics:
It has an unmistakably large 'mohawk' sticking out of it's head, a thin body, and a short tail.
Accessories:
Its gas mask, an old style mahogany brown, is its only apparent one.
Weaknesses and Injuries:
It's whole body is... deteriorating. The backbone pokes out and the skin around it is moldy and drippy. A leg is missing, but we think it has nothing to do with its condition.
Scent:
The creature smells of rotting flesh.

God bless us, for trying anything with this beast.

{{"Now then, let's start with the basics"}}
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{{Scientists in black; Volkner in red}}

-A bright, blinding light shone down on the creature. It had already made it apparent that communication was possible. The scientists were already puzzled by it. They started slowly first, attempting to break the silence between them and the beast-

"Now then, what's your name?"
"My name is Volkner, if it matters"

"Why?"
"Because it's my name, dimwit! Don't ask silly questions like that!"

"Moving on... What's your gender?"
"I'm a guy, a male, if you can't tell by my appearance or voice."

"Species?"
"Monstrosity. No, I'm not a monster. I'm a canine, a Jack Russel to be exact. Well, I was a Russel. Now I'm an undead freak sitting in this room being bothered by you"

-The scientists each jotted down this information-
"We'll leave you alone for now, 'Volkner', but later we'll be returning to learn... The deeper stuff."
-They left the room, locking the door behind-

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{{"Time to go a bit deeper.."}}
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{{Scientists in black; Volkner in red}}

"Hello again, Volkner. We're here to continue the interview"
"Sure it's an interview? Or an interrogation? I don't know anything about what that crazy scientist was doing, if that's what you're wondering."

"Never mind that, they're just words. Now, tell us, what's your orientation? You know, your sexual preferences?"
"I know what orientation means. I'm not stupid. I'm straight, if it means anything to you."

"Alright then... Do you know your age? Are you sure of it?"
"I'm not entirely sure on that.... I know that I am around four years old"

"So you were created four years ago.. Alright. Exact date of creation?"
"Call it 'date of birth' because I am not a creation. I believe I was born on October 24th, the year would be four years ago."

"So... Can you tell us all your physical traits, such as diseases and injuries?"
"Well for one thing I'm undead, if that wasn't apparent enough for you. Something else, I have heart worm and ring worm but they cannot kill me.I am missing a leg but suffer only slightly from it. Another thing to note is my gas mask. It's my only way to breath. Underneath this mask is a horror you don't want to see. So don't ever ask to!"

"You're making this difficult on yourself"
"I don't care."

-The scientists sighed at the difficulty of getting Volkner to talk. They wouldn't get the most important stuff until he was slightly loopy or broken into his surroundings.-
"We'll be leaving now. We'll be back later to learn... A lot more."
-Sticks tongue out-
"Suit yourself. I won't be breaking anytime soon."

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{{"Now let's get to the good stuff"}}
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{{Scientists in black; Volkner in red}}

"We're back, Volkner. How're you feeling?"

"What the he** was in that drink....? Ohhh Man..."
"Good... He's woozy. Now, Volkner, would you like to continue? We'll give you something to make you feel better if you answer everything truthfully."
Uhm... Yeah. Sure.."

"Thank you. Alright then, can you tell us what you like? Here's a piece of paper if you want to write it down."
"Uhh... Sure."

Wandering
"I love to wander. I've been doing it for two out of the four years I've been alive. It's something I enjoy, not that I'm curious or anything. I like it because I find it a way to take a look around, or to vent to yourself. It's quite a nice thing, truly."

Fighting
"Yes... I'm a fan of fighting. I like to analyze my enemy's attack patterns and take them down with their own strengths and weaknesses. Every time I fight, I learn more. I have so far not been beaten by any of Dr. Dreild's other creations"

Creeping About
"Don't ask much about this one. I am undead, and still have undead-like enjoyments. I like to creep about and spy on people. It's just something zombies like me do. Not that I'm a zombie or anything, more of a zom-dog."

Raw Meat
"Yeah, sure, I'm a huge fan of raw meat. It's so tender, fresh, and positively amazing in taste. Ever had some? It's really good. I think part of my preference is because of my undeadness, or the fact I was once a dog... Maybe both, I'm really not sure"

"Ah, thank you. Such nice likes. Now, what do you dislike? Will you tell us that?"
"God, sure. I feel really bad man, I just want that stuff. Just promise you'll give it after this."

Humans
"Seriously. What's the deal with you guys? I mean, you like weird things, you capture animals and torture them endlessly. Why, dude, why? Dr. Dreil was as bad as you! You captured me! I'd kill you if my stomach didn't burn with fiery passion.... Ohhhhgggg"

Scientists
"I hate scientists too. I was created by one. They're evil and mean and just humans in fancy labcoats with fancy names. Bah. No use to anyone except themselves."

Cages
"They're death traps. I hate being trapped. It makes me feel... like a wild animal. I'm not wild though, I've been a domestic dog my whole life, and into my undead life. Cages are a living nightmare to me anymore. To be trapped for long amounts of time is.... traumatizing."

Rebirth
"I'll admit it guys. I hate being reborn from death. I'd rather be dead than suffer this eternal torment. I was made to last forever, you know. Never die unless I was killed by knife or gun. I hate rebirth and immortality. If you knew what it was like, to realize you've been reborn, you'd agree Mister."

"Wait... Both times you mentioned a 'Dr. Dreil'? Who is he!? Where is he!?"
"Why? He doesn't matter. Give me that medicine... I'm going to puke."

"Just a few more questions. We'll cover Dreil later. For now... What would you say your personality is?"
"My personality!? You know exactly what it is! I suppose you want it more in depth though... Yeah, fine, whatever."

"I am sarcastic. It's so fun to roll your eyes at a person, and watch them steam their head off as you laugh and stare. Simple too. Sarcasm is normally how I express my feelings towards you dimwit scientists anyhow. It's like... Never having to tell the truth, yet knowing it and knowing the other knows."

"Another personality trait I see myself stuck with is fear. What's the fun of fear? I fear not many things, mostly you creeps and some other... More personal phobias. I don't fear things like, shaking in the corner of a room with my legs on lockdown. More of a 'I am somewhat afraid of you and ready to kill you' sort of fear."

"Continuing... Many people say I'm confident... Maybe even 'snarky' I do not lack any confidence of course, although I'm not sure I could stand up to very large enemies. I'm mostly reliant on confidence, bravery, perhaps stupidity in some things, especially fights. Snarky... Well I'm not entirely sure what that means. I guess it could mean 'overconfident' or maybe even sarcastically overconfident. That I can be, sometimes. Truly depends on how I'm feeling at the moment."

"Another trait of me? Uh.... I guess you could say I'm dead inside. Not in the undead way, seriously. I mean, in the sort of lonely and lost way. I may be confident and sarcastic and all, but when you're as dead inside and out as I am, you get a really sad, lost, alone feeling. Almost like you're hollow. I feel very hollow, all the time..."

"A last trait, at least, I hope the last, I'd like to mention is my aggression. I can be a bit... aggressive. I love fighting, it's on my likes list, and in part it's thanks to a heavy aggression towards others. I can't hold back in fights. If I really don't like someone, I go all out, right to their throats. I love the experience, the feeling that comes over me... It's rather hard to explain it all."

"I realize I have a short-sounding personality, but trust me. That's all that needs described."

"Interesting.... I suppose you want the medicine now? Or maybe we can do one more question?"
I don't need it anymore you two ton fool! I'm fine! Get the heck out of my room! I'm not telling you anything more!"

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-The scientists left the room without further questioning. They were curious now-
"It's time to ask him about his history. He can't be drugged, he must tell us on his own will."
"He won't do it though... As if Dreil has refused him the right to tell others freely about him."
"Oh trust me.. We'll get it out of him... Whatever it takes."
-Each nodded in consent, and they left Volkner to boil over the drugging-

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{{"Time to get out the missing piece of the puzzle..."}}
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{{Scientists in black; Volkner in red}}

"Volkner! No more holding it off. What's your history?"
"I was born, died again, was reborn, and raised by your ugly kind. Anything else?"

"Tell us about when you were a real dog. Tell us that stuff."
"I was born in the English country-side. A fine gallant young fellow with a southern accent and a mind full of dreams, as every pup my young age was. My envisions of the future were much more realistic, however. I decided at that time it would be easy to pursue them. Of course, this was a puppy-hood belief. I never did get to chase down my fantasies. If you're wondering what my hopes were as a pup, I can only remember one. I once wanted to become a scientist, which is ironic since now I hate you guys. Anyway, yeah. As a pup I pursued a life of science, learning about geology and all that science crap. Sure, it was fun and intriguing back then, not so much now."
"Anyway, when I turned about... I dunno... A teenager in dog years or whatever, I became less-inclined to follow silly old science and turned to other, more mysterious practices. I delved straight with these taking them on with grotesque fury. Getting more and more adventurous, I adventured a bit too far, and that's when I was taken from my home, my gorgeous English grass, my girlfriend. I was taken by your kind. Taken and...and... and used. There's nothing I could do at that point. You humans, so grotesque with pink, exposed flesh and ugly, smashed in snouts. You used me and my canine brethren for your nefarious practices! For a long time I was used for... for all sorts of things. Testing make-up. Medicine. You name it. This was my life for a year! A whole year wasted being tormented by you fleshlings!"

"Ok... Calming down. I'm only telling you about what happened to me up to when I died. So yeah, for a year I was tortured, I was six months when I started, alright. A year and a half. A small, aggressive Jack Russel with a newly dulled grey coat, a missing leg after a radioactive incident, and a sort of mohawk jetting back from his head. Eyes somewhat sunken into his skull. This was me many years ago. I had been used beyond my capacity. My brain was dulled from the terror I experienced. I was afraid, for fear it might happen again. Of course,it did, but much later in my life. That's when I was killed in the accident. A laboratory fire. It was a vicious thing too."
"The fire started... It hurts my head to think about it.... Around the very early hours of Tuesday. I was trapped in a tiny cage in a cosmetics lab. The lab belonged the Dr. Dreil, a man obsessed with altering animal genetics. Dunno why he worked with a cosmetics place, but he caused the fire. Was messing about with his test tubes and animal genes and all that silly stuff. He was a dangerous man, and loved volatile and flammable things. They had all sorts of that stuff in the lab, radioactive substances, hydrogen, you name it. All highly likely to catch fire, all not having a place in a cosmetics lab. So he was messing with them, mixing things together, when I guess he discovered a powerful serum that could bring back the undead. That's what I think anyway.
"Dreil must have wanted to test it out, because not long after he began mixing a potion of boiling volatility. Tossing it over some gasoline soaked logs, he set a gas to seep from the room and fled the premises. All the animals, including me, were trapped. Helpless. We watched in horror as he threw everything together, turned on the gas, and sprinted out. We all knew that if the gas didn't kill us first, then the fire would finish the job. The fire started in his office, exploding everything. All of us, trapped in puny cages, mutated and sickly. We all... We panicked. Like any trapped animal. We all attacked the cages and tried to run in circles and escape and nothing worked."
"As the deadly fire spread and the smoke seeped into our lungs, I watched as friends and inmates alike fell from the attack. The fire was what killed me. It struck my face, almost melting it off. That's when I died."

"There, that's what I was like alive. Anything else you dimwits want to know? Can I be on my way?"

"Where is Dreil now!? Where is that son of a gun... He's wanted! He's a danger to the country of Great Britain. Where was he last!? Tell us everything! From the second you were created to the last detail of how you ended up here!"

"Slow down tiger... I said I don't want to tell you... It's the most unfortunate time in my life and to relive it orally is something I'd rather not go through."

"Tell us before we drop you in a cage back in the slums you came from, mutt"

"No! Not a cage! Alright, fine... I'll spill. If the man comes after me, you take all the blame there."

"I was dead, yes, that much was apparent. Being dead is such a strange feeling... It's unnatural. It's like, your consciousness floating in space endlessly, with no place to go, no being or body, no brain. It's just apparent you're dead. All that stuff about life flashing before your eyes before you die, that's a lie. When I died, my life played slowly like a movie. A very vivid, terrible movie. Inescapable, since you haven't a body to escape it with. As it goes, you don't remember anything that you just saw, only what was on the screen at that moment."
"Then I'm guessing that's when Dreil returned to fetch a few bodies for his experiment. I was to be his first creation, I think, since I was his first failure. Waking up from death was a dishonorable experience. My life movie just stopped. I had only seen a year of it, when my consciousness went unconscious and the 'movie' stopped. That's when I started to feel. The pinching sting of a needle in my flank. The scent of stingy air and composing flesh. Cold, hard metal pressed against my side. Something being strapped to my mutilated face. That's when I fully awoke."

"I recall letting out a gurgling, strangled scream as I leaped in the air. My entire body was in pain. The living dead may have been invincible but they still felt undying pain inside. At least, Dreil's failed experiments did. That's when I realized Dreil had used other, more nefarious testing liquids on me. My startled, drowning scream turned into words, as my tongue and vocal cords developed the uncanny ability of speech. At first, of course, they were garbled and confused, but after about five minutes I was capable of intelligent language, and the first words that came out of my mouth were, and I quote, 'I SHOULD AND WANT TO BE DEAD!!!' Dreil only frowned staring at me. I was small, scrawny, deteriorated, masked, missing a leg, and capable of clever speech. He didn't like me one bit."

"I'll go all out here in explaining what Dreil's quarters were like, since this part is one of the most vivid in my mind. I remember every detail of that nasty old man's laboratory. My vision at that point was blurred, but my sense of smell was significantly enhanced and I could smell everything. The first scent that hit me, though, was my own. I smelled like.... Like the dead. A mound of living rotted flesh and bones. Musty scents of a dark room next hit my nostrils. I could smell fear, fright, death, darkness, a mountain of terrifying things. As the foggy breath and grime was cleared from the eye area of my new gas mask, sight was something unlikable either."
"I could see everything. Every little bit of desperation this crazed old scientist went through to create living dead. The smell of death was hard to take in. The sight was unbearable. I couldn't believe my eyes and was stunned for many minutes, just looking at the horror. There was so much to see, although it was slightly blurred and confusing. The most noticable was Dreil himself. A short, stocky man with stubby fingers and a sinister look to him. Lots of S's to describe Dreil. He had long, droopy grey hair, wild, brown eyes, and a hunched, old-man posture. A frightening thing to look at when his face is right in yours."
"His laboratory was a dark and gloomy place. Cobwebs hung from every corner of the room, and massive, dark black spiders crawled and skittered across their greyish-white surfaces. The room, which was particularly small in stature, was cluttered from floor to ceiling with cages, test tubes, broken lab equipment, and, worst of all, body bags. The lumps in most of them told me what was there, not to mention the vomit-inducing stench. This place was the home, the lair, the cave of a desperate, ugly man with too much time on his hands, no common sense, no feelings, and a love of death."

"I was shoved into a dark cage, already knowing I was a failure to this man. I watched in absolute horror and resentment as he eagerly worked through the other bodies, reanimating them and then tossing the disliked ones into cages to be disposed of later. Only two remained, a large, black shepherd with a crushed in skull and no tail, and a cat missing half his ribs. They were regarded most important, were capable of simple speech, and were the only ones that didn't scream or cry out when reanimated. We, the unwanted, the ones discriminated for feeling pain, were to be disposed of. This man had no care at all for what happened to us anymore."
"After about six months trapped in the Doc's Lab, he decided to get rid of us. We weren't dying, despite lack of food, water, and space. He wanted to be rid of the rejects so he could work with his winners, the Shepherd and cat. To do so, Dreil shoved all of us into a large body bag. That way we were all jumbled and trapped and easier to remove. I had no clue what was happening at that point, seeing as I was trapped in a bag full of hot, living, decomposed bodies. I blacked out when Dreil started swinging the bag about."

"Next I woke up was dazed in a forest with the others already gone. The body bag was torn to shreds and my mask was slightly put off on my face. I sat up, completely dazed and confused. There were footprints all around me, those of my lab-mates and of predators. I could see that the predators had left me. I must have scented too dead to worry about. I was glad to have survived anyway. Looking about, I cleared some leaf litter out of my the eyes of my mask, then peered about to see what was around me. There were forests, that much was apparent. Massive, almost black trees loomed overhead. They're branches formed a canopy, an impenetrable tangled mess."
"Standing slowly, I made my way to a small river and looked into it, checking my already messed up body for anything new. Nothing, which I thought was good. I moved on. There was very little to eat in the forest, and even less to drink. I made do, of course, and became a self-appointed 'ghost' of the place. I scared away most humans who came to take a look around or hunt, and would attack any that didn't move off of my lands quickly enough. It was great fun, almost like sport. I thrived in the forest like that for two years, gladly taking any injuries the humans thought they caused me. It was great fun, to trick them. Then I ended up here after an incident with a trap. Not a pleasant ending to my reign, I'll have you know."

"Can I stop for now? I'm very tired. Three hours have passed since I started."

"Yes... You may stop. That's really all we need to hear. The stuff about Dr. Dreil. We'll be grouping together a unit to search the forest you spoke of, the Black Tangle forest, and try to find him. If you'd like, you can help."

"I'd very much like to put that jerk in his place."

"I think we've finally agreed on something."

{{The Aftermath}}
{{All in Black}}

Volkner pounced on every sight of movement he saw, trying to snuff out the life he thought was there. If he couldn't truly be alive then nothing else should as well. He was supposed to be leading the attack unit, but a short attention span prevented this from easily happening. Occasionally they would whistle and try to get him back on track, but the three legged undead was rather frightening looking, and mostly they let it go. He was slowly making his way to their target, no matter how annoyingly slow travel was. There had to be a way to get him to concentrate. "Sir, Volkner" Called one man, hopeful not to have the little dog sneer at him. "What?!" He called back turning with a frown. "The longer it takes to get to the lab, the longer before you get to kill Dr. Dreil, sir."
This was heavily considered by Volkner. While he hated humans of all types, he hated scientists especially. Of all the scientists he hated, Dreil was probably on top. Hating that man was as easy as slicing soft cheese for Volkner. To kill the man sooner was exactly what he wanted. Volkner straightened up from his bent down pose. He took on a serious looking position, and his jaw set beneath his mask. "Alright. Let's get him."
Volkner took off into the forest, the troops having to move faster to catch him. He bounded very quickly, despite the fact his one leg was missing. He was a visual wreck, as usual, with his three legs and unruly mane-like head, his decaying skin and sickly grey fur, and yet, he was a sight to behold. Something out of the ordinary, extraordinary, something that wanted to live and would die trying. Determined, prepared, angry, nothing described him well. He was... Transcendental. Perplexing. Inscrutable. Recondite. Mysterious.
The forest trees grew thicker as they ran on, and soon the troops were having a lot of trouble keeping up with Volkner. He was much faster dodging and twisting around trees than he was running on flat, open ground. The men panted and groaned, their heavy packs weighing them down as they did their best to descend through the trees down a hill after Volkner. His paws moved easily, and Volk himself had no trouble whatsoever slowing down. The rest of them did. They rammed into one another, and some almost fell. Volkner looked back at them, the blank eyes of his gas mask not hiding the fact he was disappointed with them. He turned. "That's the place. That's where I bet Dreil is hiding."
Volkner nodded towards an old, abandoned shack-house with broken windows, a crooked door, and ivy and vines stemming their way up the walls, tendrils curling around everything. The shack was slanted, one side having suffered heavy rains. The supports creaked uneasily. Volkner padded easily over to the home, then inside. The troops, much less sure than he was, followed slowly. On entering the shack, it was like descending to the doors of death. There was a scent of decay and blood deep in the entirety of the home, and the place looked like death itself. Inside, corpses and bones littered the ground. There was no doubt Dreil was here. Cracked vials, broken bottles, and other scientific equipment lay around the bodies. The men recoiled with disgust, but Volkner acted at home. "Doesn't it smell lovely?"


WIP

By NeonKiwi
By Me
By ' C H O
By Wes

Mario Kart

[.The Bootless Box.]

Username:sam24543
Kennel Number:172
Name [of pet]:NeonLights
Gender [of pet]:female
Breed/Species [of pet]:chibi canine
Personality [of pet]:sparky,happy never mad kinda girl.She never wants to hurt anyone and is always hyper and colorful.she is neoned inside and out. She even glows in the dark. Her friends don't get to talk much because she is always talking rapidly.She loves to think she is awesome and is always loving attention.if you aren't paying attention when she wants she'll just come back later.
Background/History [of pet]:She was always the happiest to everyone and moved around alot she decieded one day that she wanted to move again so she went to school the next day and chatted to her friends really quickly because she couldn't contain her exietment forever so she was bursting with joy and her owner let her move and they moved with her. they loved traveling so he always went with them to her next destination.

When they got there the people there were completely different at her new school she couldn't find anyone to talk to besides one girl who was her best friend there. One day there was someone new there and she went to see who it was and it was someone just like her exept it was a boy. He was blue green and purple all over and he was sooo cute to her she talked to him and they both liked each other from the start so it was a growing relationship. She wanted to stay there forever but soon she was moving again it broke both of their hearts to see each other go but it was happening and so this time she moved far away, but there was one thing terriably wrong her owner had sent her away but, she was still a hyper happy girl so it didn,t bother her till someone new came and put her in a metal box and fed her at only certain times of the day. Then one day a young voice called out to her for some reason it was the voice of a young woman and her dog with a collar that said Sam on it they let her out of the metal box. they said she was going home with them and wouldn't have to travel or get in a metal box anymore she was overly joyful about this. Soon she was out of the door to the place with the metal cages.

As soon as she got to her new home she ran to the steps of a large white gazebo and asked what this was for and the young woman said "this is the meeting place for Sam here and the other guides. he will show you to the place were you will stay with other canines like you." So Sam led her to glade full of other canines just like the lady promised. "i must go watch for visitors near the entrence. The white wolf with the icey blue feet, ears, and tail tip is Lillia she will tell you everything. Bye-now" Sam said. just as he left the wolf he described as Lillia came over and told her everything she needed to know just like Sam promised. She learned there was no school but there were visitors sometimes and you got to tour the rest of the places on days the place was closed to visitors. And since she was new her and any other new animals would go to the next meeting.She also learned that she would be able to eat with other animals from the other places after meetings every week. The horses and Warriors of the place would probably never come to anything so she won't be meeting them soon she'll will get to see them the next closed day,but not speak to them they would never know she was even there.So she decided she liked this place and was happy to stay there.

Use [for pet]:to be my awesomest character ever i have alot of them but i try to make sure they don't collect any dust
Other:she might be moved to a different group soon but for now she will stay with them.
Art:





Mario Kart

[Wesley]

This is a complete list of the forms that have this code drop's code word at the bottom. :3 Please do not quote this form, but feel free to tell me if I have missed your form on this list. Please also post to tell me if you are dropping out for a kennel/switching to go for another kennel. And lastly, please inform me of username or character's name changes. This includes finally naming a character that I have marked as 'WIP' on this list because it had no name when I made the list. Thank you. ;D

Kennel 3
ChaosHog - Cubony

Kennel 6
Tesshin-san - Ndurca
Typ + *KAT* - Presence Apollo

Kennel 10
wesleydog - Sakura
Husky Girl - Briar Rose

Kennel 17
~The Hatter~ - Graffiti

Kennel 18
.:Nautae:. - Cocaura
Bbun - Cocaura Godiva
NotMe - Cocao Dea

Kennel 25
Tesshin-san - Project IX
Aysan 1 - Tazer
HollowedAngel - Sorren
Festus(CH) - Volkner

Kennel 35
.:Nautae:. - Tobias

Kennel 44
Chica <3 - Kaitlin

Kennel 45
Palm Tree - Liliana

Kennel 49
Aysan 1 - Rupert
COValince. - Remington
WereHog~Lover - Eli
Zoker - Iago
penguinluv01 - Trudel

Kennel 52
Aysan 1 - None

Kennel 61
Teardrops in Time - Anika

Kennel 62
Teardrops in Time - Lillianna

Kennel 67
Boo. - Mirror

Kennel 78
Walkin on thin Ice... - Arlin

Kennel 100
Cerulean. - Juliet
wesleydog - Maverick

Kennel 104
Bubbles. - Girvan

Kennel 112
wesleydog - Charlotte

Kennel 114
~The Hatter~ - Austin & Emma
Fire-Clan-Cat - Broken & Brave
Sahre - Death & Crystal

Kennel 127
lululizzy23 - Zero
TigressJaguiar - Cyberspace

Kennel 131
Ѧsɧωyɳ ♀ - Cortez

Kennel 134
I<3Penguins! - Austrailia

Kennel 141
Zoker - Flute

Kennel 149
Ѧsɧωyɳ ♀ - Darmien

Kennel 152
Glomp - Barbarossa

Kennel 165
Cerulean. - Golden Promises
JerseyDusk - Finn
I<3Penguins! - Little Warrior

Kennel 166
Ѧsɧωyɳ ♀ - Miriam

Kennel 168
Glomp - Cleopatra

Kennel 172
sam24543 - Neon Lights

[.The Bootless Box.]

i'm doing one more, wesleydog, on kennel 13 will post in a minute

[.The Bootless Box.]

Username:sam24543
Kennel Number:13
Name [of pet]:Anani
Meaning of name: Anglicized form of Hebrew Ananiy, meaning "my cloud." In the bible, this is the name of the 7th son of Elioenai, descendant of David.
Gender [of pet]:female
Breed/Species [of pet]:foal/filly/horse
Personality [of pet]:(my horses don't really have personalities that you get to know their wild but ill add one later)
Brave and full of Spirit somewhat Ambitious but only to lead her herd to safety when she's older. Playful and at times reckless. (what foal isn't? lol) ready to prove she can keep up every time someone tells her she can't. She is stubborn but smart and sly at times most of the time just playful,curious, and brave.

Background/History [of pet]:She was born brave.She also has alot of spirit and is very fast. She has no trouble keeping up with the other foals even though they are older. She doesn't have much of a history due to only being about 4 weeks old. When she was born no one even knew she was coming her mom wasn't expecting her till a week or so later.Since she was born early her mom is very protective over her, Her mom never lets her out of sight.She thinks her mom just loves her a whole lot. She has made friends with the older filly Bella. As Bella is calm Ani is hyper and at times reckless. She is the youngest foal in the herd she plays with everyone and circles around her mother bouncing around happily. She knows she won't be the youngest long the lead mare was almost ready to foal and so were a few others soon she would have someone her own age around or at least close to it.

Use [for pet]:to be my charrie and live with my wild horses
Other:this is what my form for my horses looks like (it is at the very bottom)
Art:



Her a little older maybe?


Form:
Name:Anani


Meaning of name:Anglicized form of Hebrew Ananiy, meaning "my cloud." In the bible, this is the name of the 7th son of Elioenai, descendant of David.
nickname:Ani
sex:female
age:3 1/2 weeks
mother:Lilly
father:Zanzibar
Breed:Mustang
hight in hands:6.9 hds
color:palomino
unique markings:overo
position in herd:filly(foal)
other:adopted from SCAA
history:She was born brave.She also has alot of spirit and is very fast. She has no trouble keeping up with the other foals even though they are older. She doesn't have much of a history due to only being about 4 weeks old. When she was born no one even knew she was coming her mom wasn't expecting her till a week or so later.Since she was born early her mom is very protective over her, Her mom never lets her out of sight.She thinks her mom just loves her a whole lot. She has made friends with the older filly Bella. As Bella is calm Ani is hyper and at times reckless. She is the youngest foal in the herd she plays with everyone and circles around her mother bouncing around happily. She knows she won't be the youngest long the lead mare was almost ready to foal and so were a few others soon she would have someone her own age around or at least close to it.
art:


Her a little older maybe?



Mario Kart

[fugitive]

I want some critique!
Username: Glomp
Link to your form: Er, you may have to scroll down. Sorry about that. ^^;
Who do you want to critique you {Any judge; for example, Pix, Wesley, Ocean, etc.}: Anyone who is willing to do it.
How harsh do you want us to be {Soft, Honest, Brutally Honest}: Honest.
Other: As you can tell, I"m not done yet. But I do hope there is enough to critic. <<;
Banana Cream Pie

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Kennel Number:
#N/A

General Information

Show Name:
NC Darkest Illusions

Barn Name:
"Jinx"

Gender:
Stallion (male)

Date & Place of Birth:
12:01 A.M. Friday February 13th, 2009.
P.O.B. Unknown.

Coat:
Brown "Dove" Grullo Tovero.

Breed/Species:
Clydesdale (30%) + Ardennais (30%) + Quarter horse (40%)
Sire: Clydesdale-Ardennais halfbreed stallion; Bay Sabino carrying the Tovero gene.
Dam: Pure Quarter horse mare; Dapple grey mare carrying the Grullo gene.

Personality:
WIP.

Background/History:
WIP.

Use:
As all my babies, he'll be a loved charrie and a mate for a lucky mare <3

Other:
[Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]
Art is a WIP~

He will have a home on my character thread.

Clockworks

~**~**~**~**~



Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Kennel Number:
#N/A

General Information

Show Name:
NC Riptide Harbinger

Barn Name:
I shall keep Riptide :3

Gender:
Stallion

Date & Place of Birth
6:23 P.M. Monday November 28th, 2008.
Born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Moved with family to central Florida in late 2009.

Breed/Species:
Chocolate Chestnut sabino paint stallion.

Personality:

Background/History:
Short Version:
Riptide was once a cattle horse, sired from the great QT Poco Streke, a World Champion reining stallion, and a small town paint pleasure mare. Riptide was trained early on and introduced to cattle, having been born on a working ranch. As he grew older he began earning money through local competitions, and worked hard until he was sent an invitation to compete in the State Finals. But, during a practice session two months before, one of the steers went wild and charged him and his rider. The girl who rode him came out unharmed, but Riptide was a different story. The bull's horn had punctured his side, barely missing his stomach and spine, and the force of collision broke his right foreleg. After surgery and months of rehabilitation, including fighting a bacterial infection in his hip, he pulled through and was put to pasture to rest.

Use:
Charrie and a mate for one of my other mares. Possibly a Roleplay charrie. ((If anyone knows a decent semi-lit stable RP, let me know.))

Other:
[Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]
As for Jinx, he will have a home on my character thread.
All are WIP, and sorry for being impatient X3

Clockworks

~**~**~**~**~



Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Kennel Number:
#N/A

General Information

Name:

Gender:
Female

Breed/Species:
Celestial;
Fallen Angel who has taken the form of a Wolf.

Personality:

Background/History:

Use:

Other:
[Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Hammertime

[Jericho]

Could I do revamps for any characters? I've re opened my Art shop and wanted to get some more practice but I don't know what to draw... If I can just tell me which ones!