Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Tiikeria]

Alright, Join Me, take two. XD I'm having dinner with friends in another building.

OMG, Revamp!
Kennel Number: F31
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Lineart Used: Free to Use Wolf Lineart by Mako-Zune With edits by me.
I'mSorryAaron

[kyum-]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
F28

Name:
Mirai
According to google translate, Mirai means 'Future' in Japanese. I chose the name 'Future' because of the ball between her arms, and also the flowing mane she has that whispered to me 'A fortune teller'. The accessory things on her neck remind me of a fortune teller as well.

Breed:
Time Seer






Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I was scanning through the freaks zone, thinking I'd have not even a single drop of muse for any of them. However, when I spotted this beauty, I just had to try out for her. It was her mane, I think, and her sleek body. The tiger head as well. I have a thing for aura manes, ferret-like bodies, and I love tigers [I'm born in the year of the tiger]. x3 She also gives of that 'Fortune teller' feel, like I had said above.

For Mirai, I would try to be the best owner I can. I will take up any opportunity for art. She'll be on my characters site, and I will abide by her rules from Bel. She will definitely be loved. :3

Personality:
Wise
Mirai knows many things. Well, it's because of her crystal ball, really, but she reads too. She enjoys collecting information- her head is like a mini library. She knows countless things and is always learning.

Mysterious

A seer would need a mysterious aura, yes? Well, Mirai is really mysterious. She doesn't speak a lot, like many other seers do. She uses short words, but some times she uses full words. Her face never changes, only just a normal look no matter what is happening.

Brave

Having been through so much as a Time Seer cub, she's able to stay calm during something big. She doesn't panic any more, and especially does not cry.

Strong

Mirai's strong- mentally. She's never been violent to someone or something, so she's not so sure how powerful physically she might be. She has a quick brain, and beats everyone with her wits.

Kind

She's kind to everything of all sizes. She respects plants as well, as they have been through much more than her, being able to live so long. She's careful not to step on any flowers when she walks, or even ants. As you can probably tell, she's a nature freak.

Serious

Mirai doesn't goof about. She's mature and motherly and thinks prancing about and playing is childish. She dislikes watching adults frolicking about.

Likes:

Nature

She loves the sometimes cool and sometimes warm breezes, the rustling of the leaves, the smell of the forests. It calms her down when she feels agitated- although she never shows it.

Fortune Telling

Although she works as a travelling fortune teller which is hard work, Mirai loves her profession and whole heartedly does it. Being able to read the future is a gift to her.

Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other: WIP :3

[Tiikeria]

New star is up~! Check him out and, if you can, give him the home he has been longing for.

[Wesley]

I can haz character back?
Kennel Number: P106 (Austin) and P114 (Taina and Taiso)
Why?: They held a lot of legacy in my characters and were some of my first. I realized how hard it is to part with them and would like them back. They have had a lot of trouble finding new homes here and now I can't bear for another to have them. </3 Thank you. ^^
HeyBro!

[Mozzy.]

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Kennel Number: P45
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I'mSorryAaron

[wibeke]

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Kennel Number: P15
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I'mSorryAaron

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[Tripp]

Kennel number: 
F28
Name: 
Sayuri 
Breed: 
Tiger/eastern dragon deity
Age:
well over a couple of hundred year old
Time era:
Yayoi period
Location:
Japan or some place in asia
Family:
Orichi-dragon god
Moriko-war tiger dead
Song that would best describe her past:
Burn it down-By linkin park
Song that would describe her personality:
By evanescence

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: 
Shes beyond stunning. Her markings, the style, her erotic elegance, Its all pure stunning. The reason to me wanting her, is mainly because i had an instant connection, i haven't felt so driven towards a character in a good few years. i can't even begin to describe the click i have with her. As for what i would use her for, well i can tell you she will be on the top part of my mains list, i would love to write stories with her, get art when i can find a poor artist willing to draw her.She just gives me so much insperation..i can't even..start to explain.

Personality: 
Sayuri is very strong, her past has toughened not only her soul and emotions but her body and mind as well. She Doesn't tend to allow herself to become a victim and tries to be a good role model to the Village children to whom she has the honor of watching over.

Though she is strong, she is also stubborn, in many ways she is like her mother. She refuses to back down even when she knows the fight is beyond lost. She also refuses to admit she was wrong and dislikes having been proven wrong. She does tend to use her family ties to threaten others that try to rally against her. Though these are idol threats and rarely work, Its typically considered her last resort.

Dealing with her past, one may see how she can be so cold and numb to love from another. Years of countless heartbreak, betrayal and cruel mocking from other deities, gods and humans alike, have carved a numb girl. This seems to be her downfall. She is greatly lonely and seeks companionship, though once found, she tends to push them away. Out of fear she isn't good enough or they are not good enough for her, no one can really say which it is. One thing is clear, she walks among humans and gods, alone, crying on the inside but trying hard to keep numb to others.


♥Likes♥: 
-Job-
Sayuri has many loves, likes and interests. The biggest out of anything is her job. Most would say she was to dedicated to protecting the village she was bound to. She would have no trouble making many reasons why she enjoys her job.

-Cherry Blossoms-
Another thing she loves is cherry blossoms. The best time of the year, the prettiest, and the best tea is made around this time. She enjoys the sight and sound of the cherry blossom festivals and watching the village dance and sing. From time to time ,even she, will adorn her main with little blossoms.

-Geisha-
Geisha are another thing she enjoys. Whether its watching them walk the streets in beautiful kimono or watching bits and pieces of their performance. Sayuri enjoys it all. She even has a small dream to maybe one day become one, if only for a few hours. She sits in her tree above the village and watches them walk, watching the graceful way their body move almost as if they are not walking but gliding. How one could turn many heads with only a quick glance. She does have a small tinge of hatred for these humans for having beauty and grace but also a love for them as well.

-Being loved-
But unlike her mother's side, She doesn't like to be alone. Just knowing someone will be there to catch her when she falls is one of the highest likes on her list. She Isn't solitary though she does live a hermit's life for the most part. She would rather be with others then alone.


Dislikes: 
-Others of her kind-
Sayuri greatly dislikes other deities and gods for their cruelty to the lesser beings. Anyone who harms another out of sport is nothing short of a coward in her book. She wouldn't mind taking a few of those types of vermin out of the worlds. Even in the same area as one, she can feel the venom getting ready to roll of her tongue and in to the face of the scum.

-Winter-
Winter is one of her mostly disliked times of the year. She was never one for cold weather, despite the fact she has heavy think fur covering her. She feels as though winter is like death, sapping away all life with in the area it covers with its ghostly white blanket. The colors which once flourished the land has been taken away, replaced with brutal cold and desperate times of starvation.

-Self-
Herself, She can not stand to look in any mirrors, or any other reflective surfaces. She considered herself a monster, a freak of nature...a half breed. Growing up, the only thing she learned was how much no other being, whether it god or otherwise, would be there for her. She put up a stone wall to keep others away from her heart and pushes away anything good that may help her.


History/Background: 
Long ago, in a land ruled by gods whom walked among the humans as giants. Lived a small tigress, who was considered a runt from her larger siblings, and thus was abandoned by her family after they had agreed that she was a weak-link and would cause a downfall. Left for dead, the young tigress vowed to prove her family wrong and become known. Known for what? She still had not figured that out yet.

Years had passed since that day, that little tigress was now a warrior. Already taken down many shogun, she knew where she belonged and wouldn't let anything stand in her way. Bloody from war, scars ran along her once delicate frame, she was no longer a runt, no longer a push over. She no longer allowed anyone to get near her.

That was Until he came....


-few years later-

A small creature was brought in to the land of the living by and unholy pairing of a god and a war driven tiger. The carnage that many feared this newborn would create was beyond nerve wracking. The emperor decided to send out his best generals and shogun to kill this monster that had been brought upon them, before it grew and killed them.


As the soldiers approached the mountain which had been said, the birth place of the great dragon god orochi, the men took much cation in their movements. Any small sound had them jumping, most knew they were walking to their death, and some even had a plan of suicide so they wouldn't have to deal with the prolong suffering the dragon would send upon them. This was a war few would ever live to retell to their family.

As they came closer to a small opening in the mountain's side, they could heard a heavy breath, and dust flying out of the cave, as if a giant was resting in there. When general Dao-ming glanced in to the cave, he could not make any approximate measurements as to how far the cave went in or any creatures laying in slumber with in it. After a few moments, he gained the courage, and dragged 6 other souls along with him inside the seemingly abyss of the cavern. The troops awaited their general's return.

Many hours passed before one of the lower officers finally decided they were going to storm the cave. All the troops, officers and the remaining general gathered their strength, weapons and said their final silent farewells to their family in the villages down below. With that, they charged in swords drawn, pikes set forward.

One man, by the name of lee chow survived the ordeal. Blood leaving his body, he moved swiftly to one of the stabled horses below and left to go to the emperor. A long crimson trail fallowed behind, it wasn't long before chow met with one of his majesty's messengers. He lifted his arm to beckon the messenger over, gave him a small pouch that was big enough to hold a puppy Akita and collapsed to the ground.

He lifted the dead solider on to his horse and walked back to the main village, the he gave the brave man his final resting place, lit some incense and left to relay what had happened to all the other soldiers in the emperors care.

On his way ,however, his horse had spooked, rearing up knocking the messenger and his bag of messages as well as the small pouch off and over the pathway. Without taking much inventory, he gather what was in arms length and rushed back to his mission. Leaving the most important thing behind him.

Not to long after, a Shinto priestess had stumbled upon the small bag, moving and wiggling around. She bent down carefully and lifted the small thing off the creature that lay inside. She froze once her eyes set upon the small furry dragon like beast. She could hear off in the distance, the voices of shogun. She gathered the small beast set it in her basket and proceeded to walk back to the shrine where she would be able to think of what to do in peace.

She stared at the small creature for many moments, holding her staff and sutras, unsure if she could really have the heart to kill such an innocent thing, despite what it may be.


-late childhood, early teens-
The priestess raise the young Sayuri  in hiding. Not because she was ashamed she could not kill the small creature, but out of fear of what others would do to Sayuri  if they should find her. Tucked away in the bottem of the shrine's hidden basement, young Sayuri  lived in mostly darkness. Aside from the candle lamps the priestess had kept light for her, it was complete shadows against night.

It wasn't exaclty the best of childhoods, though the priestess tried to make Sayuri  feel loved and welcomed, she knew she was a monster deep inside.Never to be loved like others, never to feel “friendship. All she knew was this dark cell and the only caretaker who will ever show her kindness.

Sayuri felt a great sadness for the priestess, Having to care for a monstrosity like her, and risk her life in case Sayuri were to ever be found out. She knew there would be no chance for the priestess to ever escape a fait as cruel as the one the shogun would throw upon her if her secret were ever reviled. For this, Sayuri weeped, For this, Sayuri Sobbed.

Many moons passed, and though the days seemed to be nothing more then a broken record, in terms of how the days seemed to be of the same routine.

The rise of the sun signaled breakfast fallowed by a quick bath which then would lead her back in to her cage for a 3 hour nap fallowed by lunch, and if no one aside from the priestess was in the shrine, Sayuri could come out of her dungeon and walk around the temple. If someone else was there, she could not come out but roam around the basement instead. Another nap would come then dinner, which usually consisted of what left-overs the monk had left. After the moon had come up and all were asleep on the grounds, the priestess would let sayuri out to roam the grounds. Then back to bed with the young creature and priestess.



By now Sayuri was becoming to big for her basement, the priestess felt it was time to let her go. But the trouble was, where and when would it be safe for Sayuri. By now the land had become so heavy in war amongst itself, many were dead and so many soldiers roamed the area. The task was nearly impossible, but there had to be a way.

Unfortunately the time was up on her plan, before she could even finish the details, the temple was stormed with soldiers from a rival town's shogun. As the troops made their way up the stairs, taking out every monk and priestess as well as destroying any statue, the young priestess knew she needed to get Sayuri out and soon.

She swiftly ran down the to the basement and unchained the young dragon mutt, begging forgiveness for such a bad escape and said a few prayers to have the gods watch over sayuri. The sound of the heavy boots and the hooves of horses drew nearer, as the priestess made it back up the stairs with sayuri close behind, they realize that had been blocked in by stave's and swords.

Backed up against a wall the priestess weeped, begging and pleading for mercy, as the shogun approached, he staied at the sayuri and mouthed “what monstrosity is this?” he snarled at the priestess for an explanation. When she failed to provide one he was happy with, he ordered his men to drag her out side and executed her.

Sayuri looked on at the limp body of the only being to ever show her kindness and love, a seething hatred begin to boil with-in her. Snarling at the shogun, Sayuri's main begin to move like an angry flame among dry leaves in summer. She swiped at him, missing his flesh but ripping open his armor, the shogun drew his sword and struck back, hitting her in the shoulder.

She snarled and reared back, spitting out the word “vermin” like acid from a snake's bite. The shogun was taken aback, shocked this beast could even speak his tongue. By now the troops have returned to help aid their commander. Throwing rope around Sayuri, trying to tie her down, and restrain her.

She bellowed out another fierce roar before thrusting up and ripping the rope from their hands, taking a few figures along with it. When she brought her front claws down, the sound of snapping wood under her weight, with one last thrust of her massive paw, she was able to not only succeed in hitting a few soldiers but also the shogun. Leaving more then enough room for her escape.

Fleeing in to the Aokigahara forest, the soldiers stopped their chase of her. Fearing what demons lurk in such an evil damned place.


-Current-
Since that day, many many years have passed, generations have grown and left like the walking of time itself. The moon and sun have danced a crossed the sky as old ways are thrown and new weapons are brought to use of mortals.

And little Sayuri? Well she has grown a lot since then, double her length and tripled her weight since that grim day. She hasn't strayed to far from her once childhood dwelling, nor the young priestess' grave site. Though with modern technology and humanities need for more space and natural resources, Sayuri's hiding places among the deep forests have started to diminish. The rivers are drying up and covered by homes and complexes.

The young deity does in deed, weep the loss of the land and those who use to care for it. But she knows times are changing and with all change comes drastic moving. Even now, where her den is, human pups roam close in playful manor. She knows, if she says she would have to risk her life, but if she moves, how long will she be safe?

She has spoken to the past deities, guardians and protectors over the land, their numbers fade in to shadow, but as long as she is still here, despite the harsh and cruel way humans tried to end her life, she will protect those who still believe in her.


Sitting on her cliff, which gives enough view over yamanashi and its surroundings. She can not but help to still be in awe over how the land has transformed , not only technology but culturally as well. She does miss those simpler days when she was able to walk through the landscape unseen and unheard, only a whispered rumor of villagers.

Perhaps one day, the loneness will diminish from her, perhaps one day she will no longer be a rumor but instead a legend. But until that time comes, she will remain at her post, ever looking, ever watching, protecting and waiting.



Allies/friends/comrades
Kai
Remi
Yue

Enemy:
-wip

sexual orientation
Straight

Mate
Currently none.

Offspring
She is unable to bare children :c



Art: by me
Other:i got approvel/permission from bel, i know its not needed here

I am still working on getting art for her, i do have 2 more sketches i haven't gotten a chance to finish or upload :C

[wepkir]

Posting to bookmark

[Tiikeria]

Alright, I think we're done for the night. Thanks to everyone who watched~! I'll put up the new revamps and take down the requested characters here soon. :3

[Lioness626]

Gonna make use of that extra slot ^^ have a story thought out, combining all 3 characters ^^

I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number:
P92

Name:
River

Gender:
Female

Breed:
Arctic Wolf
Usually a very small type of wolf, she is extraordinarily large for her breed. Her size could rival a lion, not as large as a horse, but large, much larger than a wolf. There is some suspicion that she is a legendary Dire Wolf, especially as she is still growing. How large can she get? Especially before humans get worried? After all, humans tend to fear normal wolves, never mind scarily huge wolves. Those teeth really look powerful...

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
She looks so fuzzy, and cute! Really happy looking, would love to be able to keep her in my thread, and breed her or make art. I will follow the preferences stated, and try to make art I feel is worthy of her. I have had my eye on her for a while, and figured that since it was close to christmas I would try and give her a home for christmas. noone should be alone for christmas. I also suddenly got inspiration for a great story, a great past, so maybe my art block is gone, thanks to her ^^

Personality:
Forever happy, Snow finds it impossible to be serious. She is a joker. This makes it hard for her teacher/guardian to control her. After all, when you have ADHD, sitting still in a classroom is torture. So she tries, but any lessons tend to be short lived. Luckily, she is a fast learner, and does not fall behind, staying in the know.

Likes:
- Games -
Fun and playful, they suit her immensely.

- Pranks -
The reactions of the pranked are incredible, well worth the time spent organising every detail of the prank. The planning is not quite as fun.

- Acting silly -

- Catching butterflies -
A great test of speed, agility, and reactions, that involves no staying put at all. Plus, it drives everyone mad to see her chasing them yet again, giving an added bonus.

- Messing around -

- Christmas -
She loves receiving presents, after all, who doesn't? The snow, or the chance of snow, also appeals to her, especially if its a White Christmas.


Dislikes:
- Fun police -
They stop her fun, make her act sensible or work. Not good.

- Rules -

- Restrictions -

- Learning -
To learn, you usually have to sit still and concentrate. As long as you can learn on the go, she is fine, but hates classroom learning, book learning.

- Order -
She loves chaos, absolute chaos, without all the restrictions and problems associated with order.

- Messing up alchemy -
Despite her fickle, no attention span nature, she really does love alchemy. She hates failing at her favourite subject.

History/Background:
Abandoned by her parents for being a handfull, little prankster Snow found herself walking around feeling desolate. Her family did not understand her inability to sit still, her inability to concentrate for long. They just classed her as a trouble maker, a delinquent. Luckily, on her wanderings, she ran into a strange creature, a being that looked like a cat. This cat had a strange presence, a powerful, intimidating presence, even though it only came up to her knees. Turned out, it wasnt a normal cat. Not normal at all. But the cat, female it turned out, offered River a home, one where she could play, prank, and live in comfort. The only condition was that she studied a form of magic, alchemy, to eventually become a qualified alchemist. The cat was the "ruler" of the training camp, or whatever you may call it. It wasnt a camp, it wasnt a school, it may be an orphanage, but what orphanage trains magic?

Art:
WIP, running out of time due to Christmas & exams ^^

Favourite Song:
Let it Snow. Yes, a Christmas song. She just loves Christmas. So much. But more than Christmas, the snow.

Other:
Thank you for the opportunity, Merry Christmas ^^

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I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number:
P34

Name:
Luminara

Gender:
Female

Breed:
Alchemist Wolf
An unusual breed, they are like normal wolves, but with strange markings on their fur. They also have the ability to carry out alchemy, the process of changing one object into another, by breaking it down and reconstructing it.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I fell in love, her design is fairly simple, and yet complicated and unique enough to catch my eye. I love the idea of her being an Alchemist Wolf too, and she gave me much inspiration for a new story. Hopefully I will be able to finish this story, with her help. I will make art of her and the others in the story, and hopefully get around to writing about the story. I know Lirrie, and am sure she will be glad to see some interest in her. She deserves a home for christmas, and for life.

Personality:
Timid, but still somewhat courageous, she lived a life of fear for many years. This, of course, left a scar on her. She refuses to let it get her down though, and makes the most of her time, taking risks, living on the edge. After all, we will all die sometime. Why waste your life, living in fear?

Likes:
- Adrenaline -
Anything to get the heart beating fast, the blood rushing, is a great thing for her. Helps her to feel alive.

- Extreme activities -
These all help her increase adrenaline.

- A rush -
Mainly an adrenaline rush, but even just a small rush from winning a quiz will please her greatly.

- Parties -
Not only a great social event, but also a place to loose herself, to forget about her past.

- Drinking -
She loves the courage, the dulled senses, the lack of responsibility.

Dislikes:
- Cowards -

- Her past -
Who would want to think about the past? Especially one such as hers? Look to the future instead.

- Bad memories -
The past can hurt, but learn from it. That is her motto. Still, better to forget some memories.

- Boring nights in -
She loves to be out, not sat at home, where she may remember her past, or memories.

- Being antisocial -

History/Background:
She had a traumatic life, full of terror. Everything around her went wrong, many times, with no explanation. Things around her defied the laws of nature, doing the unbelievable. Turns out, this was her powers acting up. One day, she found out the truth. She was a natural alchemist, a very powerful one at that. She was taken to a school by a mysterious cat, and trained

Art:
WIP, running out of time due to Christmas & exams ^^

Favourite show:
Full Metal Alchemist

Favourite song:
Titanium, David guetta

Other:
Thank you for the opportunity, Merry Christmas ^^

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I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number:
P39

Name:
Leta

Gender:
Female

Breed:
Egyptian Diety Cat

Nationality:
Partly Greek. Partly English. But an Egyptian Goddess. One complicated nationality

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I really love her design, and the egyptian theme she has. I wish to make art for her, and include her in a story, if I get around to writing it (no promises)

Personality:
Fairly snooty, she has an air of confidence and importance about her. She finds it hard to fit in with most people, after all, she is a deity. She is better, but tries to not let it get to her head too much. She is fairly selfless, aiding those in need, all for no personal gain. Well, no gain that anyone knows about. There may be a gain, an advantage, but that is all a secret.

Likes:
- Helping -
She is a kind soul, and loves to help out anyone, no matter their past or looks.

- Being a Deity -
Who wouldn't love being powerful, worshipped, and immortal?

- Having powers -
The perks of being a Deity, wonderful, beautiful powers.

- Being able to help -
Without her powers & status, she would be unable to help. So she is very grateful for her circumstances, her ability to give back to the world.

- Hospitals & the NHS -
Hospitals also help people, and the NHS helps the most, giving free healthcare for all.

Dislikes:
- Being powerless -
She loves her godly powers, and would never trade them for anything, ever.

- Feeling alone -
She is often alone for many years, as her mortal friends move on, and she remains the same.

- Being isolated -
As a deity, not many know the real her, or understand what her life is like. She is misunderstood.

- Seeing suffering -
She hates pain, and will do anything she can to stop it.

- People causing pain -
Once again, hates seeing pain, especially maliciously inflicted pain.

- Halloween -
People run around, and make fun of her past, dressing as some of the creatures she has met and knows. She absolutely despises this holiday.

History/Background:
She is not an ordinary cat, not by any definition. Noone could ever call her ordinary. If they did, she might fry them. With a lightning bolt. After all, her grandfather is Zeus, king of the Greek Panthenon. His gift to her at her birth was that of immortality. He made her a goddess. Only problem is, she is in a different Panthenon to him. She is in the Egyptian Panthenon. She does not rule there, and that pleases her greatly. It leaves her free to do as she pleases, especially since few know the Egyptian gods. The anonymity means she can go wherever, without recognition, with no obligations to her followers. So she wanders the world instead, looking for lost people, scared people, people without hopw. She offers them a choice. Join her, learn the magic of alchemy, and have fun.

Art:
WIP, running out of time due to Christmas & exams ^^

Favourite Song:
Move like an egyptian. An incredibly old song, but one that I feel fits her. After all, she is Egyptian XD well, kinda.

Other:
Thank you for the opportunity, Merry Christmas ^^

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- Lioness626