Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Desmond]

You may, yes~

[~punkstache]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:

Kennel number:

{ P24 }

Name:

{ Bleu
I wanted to keep her name almost exactly the same, so I went with a French form of 'Blue' }

Breed:

{ One of the most relaxed and loving breeds around, Bleu is a Ragdoll. }

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

{ Well, I've been watching this thread for a while and have noticed this cutie on my first visit. I thought about applying but figured since she was so cute, someone else was sure to adopt her. So far no one has and (this may be weird) but I feel rather sad for her. She is just so adorable, and I feel needs a home. I would love and be honored to give her that home. Bleu would become a beloved character that I would draw and order art of. She would also have a post on my character thread (when I find time to finish it >.<) . }

Personality:

{ |Optimistic| |Light-hearted| |Flirt| |Innocent| |Loves Life| |Aristocratic|
Bleu is the embodiment of love, affection, and grace. If you could think up the perfect cat, she would be it. Bleu loves nothing more than to curled up beside someone on a big cushy couch. When she is not napping, Bleu is full of energy and ready to play; both with her favorite mouse toy and on the piano (well she tries her paw at the piano anyway). Bleu always conducts herself with an air of grace and femininity, as if she were a grand governess. It does take alot to upset this happy-go-lucky kitty, unless you physically hurt her or break her heart I do not believe Bleu has an angry or vengful bone in her body. Bleu just wants to live life to the fullest with the ones she loves. }

Likes:

{ |Walks in the park right after a spring rain| |Heavy cream with just a dash of vanilla| |Taking a refreshing cat-nap under a window| |Belly rubs| |Being pampered| |Listening to birds sing| |Elegantly pawing at the piano| |Living life to the fullest| }

Dislikes:

{ |Processed Foods| |Being Ignored| |Being caught in the rain| |When people play with her collar| |Forced to be away from those she cares for| |Not making the most out of every moment| }

History/Background:

{ Bleu grew up as a very pampered and privilaged kitten. She had everything a cat could dream of, a huge house to play and nap in, the best and freshest food one could eat, and most of all a girl who adored and cherished her. But one day, all of this would change. Bleu noticed that her girl was spending less and less time with her and often had the sniffles. The girls parent's would urge her away from the girl when ever they were around. One day the girl came home from school and her parents sat her down and talked to her, she became very sad. The girl found Bleu in her favorite napping spot under the large window and scooped her up in her eyes, tears starting to form in her eyes. She told Bleu how much she loved her and how she thought they'd always be together. The girl began to cry and just held Bleu, stroking her fur and nuzzling her. Bleu did not know exactly what was going on, but knew how sad her girl was and leaned against her cheek and purred. Suddenly the girls parents came into the room with Bleus cat box. They gently put her in the box and walked out to the car. Bleu saw the girl running up stairs, tears streaming down her face. The parents brought her out to the car and they went for a drive, when they stopped they were outside of a large building. Bleu could smell many other types of animals and became increasingly curious as to where she was. The parents brought her inside the building (which Bleu noticed read 'Shelter') and left her with an older lady behind a desk. The lady took Bleu out of her box and rubbed her ears while she scribbled something down on a paper. She told Bleu what a cute kitty she was while she picked her up and took her to a back room filled with cages with other cats and dogs. Bleu was placed in one of the tope cages and the lady went back to her desk. She come to find out that her girl had something called 'allergies' and was not to be around cats or certain types of dogs anymore. Bleu has spent quite some time in that cage, waiting on another girl, one without 'allergies' to come and take her home. }

Art:

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Other:

{ I just want to say how much I have come to adore this little cat, even if she is just a bunch of pixels on a screen. Even if I do not win her, I hope she goes to a loving home. <3 }

[Desmond]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:


Kennel number: P120
Name: Vita and Necro
Breed: Mountain Pony

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

Honestly, I need to stop looking through the kennels when I'm upset - it seems to only make my already ridiculous character count boom. I always seem to find new friends to love... and Vita/Necro took my heart this time. Both of the revamp images game me ideas, and I fell in love with the idea of the dual gender and personalities that stepped forward in my mind.
S/He will join my characters, which... I believe you know how I work with them. c:

Personality:

Necro

Necro is cold to the needs or wants of living things. He cannot show empathy, but he will happily risk his life to destroy someone or something - as long as it doesn't involve water!

Vita

Vita... is life. She is empathetic to a fault, but, at the same time, is prone to accidentally tampering with others' emotions. She loves playing games and (try) to sing along with the birds that she can barely hear. The lively half of Necro, she cannot stand death or signs of it.

Likes:

Necro

Dull colors. Necro's eyes burn at the sight of bright colors - he prefers the dusty shades found in abandoned areas, where nothing has been taken care of for years.
Stone. Stone is hard and unforgiving - like Necro himself. Stone and statues are Necro's favorite companions.
Vines. Vines often live on dead trees and various stone facades, and Necro has come to associate vines with his favorite areas. He often uses them as guides to tell where he is, and the nature of the location he's headed to.
Learning. Necro loves ripping apart things to uncover how they work and what makes them tic. This has ended the lives of many a small creature that could not escape his sharp hooves, but he used their deaths to learn how their kind works - that'd be fair, right?
Distress/strife. Strife and distress amuse Necro to no end. He loves watching arguments and rants, though he'd rather hurt his opponent than participate in one.

Vita

Life. Where Necro loves to isolate himself in the dead areas of woods and fields, Vita lives for the live, flourishing cradles of life, wherever she goes.
Children. Vita adores kids, and will often force control for hours at a time so that she can play with them. Necro fights her when this happens... but she puts her hoof down.
Birds. Birds are, as far as Vita knows, the happiest creatures alive. Their songs, even though she can barely hear them, make her a very happy soul.
Games and Playing. Vita is very playful and doesn't know the meaning to the phrase, "playtime's over" - it's over when she is out of energy and can no longer fight her other half.

Dislikes:

Necro

Birds. The only birds Necro has ever tolerated have been crows, ravens or vultures. All other birds are mere irritants, as they fly too high to be captured and studied.
Rodents. Rodents are filthy creatures, as far as Necro is concerned; he refuses to dissect them because he must use his teeth in the procedure - and he cannot fathom having to bite into rodent flesh.
Fruit-bearing plants. The smell of fresh fruit gives Necro a heavy, debilitating migraine. He can't stand being near the horrible things.
Rivers. Water in general scares the living daylights out of Necro. He is petrified especially of running or deep water, which has the potential to drag him down and take him underwater.
Snow. Snow, though it is quiet, peaceful and cold, bothers Necro because he knows that water follows, as soon as the temperature rises.

Vita

Storms. Vita gets spooked rather easily, and storms are rather unapologetic. Since Necro's fear of water overwhelms him so easily, Vita is often left in charge of their body, where she cannot escape the wind, lightning and thunder.
Dead flowers. Dead flowers are a symbol of death and loss, which tear at Vita's heart. She hates stepping forward while still in one of Necro's favorite haunts, which are often full of dead plants.
Fall/Winter. These months are dominated by many forms of life going dormant - hiding, it seems, where Vita cannot reach them.
Her partial deafness. Vita's limited hearing means she cannot hear the birds sing or the insects buzz contentedly through the air. She cannot hear howls or rutting calls. She misses so much without her hearing, and it is her greatest frustration.
Heights. Vita prefers all four of her hooves be on nice, solid ground.

History/Background:

Necro and Vita are two halves of a whole, hermaphroditic horse. He is entrenched in darkness, and she is a beacon of light, but both fit together so well that they cannot tell who came first. Necro is terrified of water due to an accident near a whitewater river while he was in charge that nearly cost them their lives. Vita, though she is physically fine (and thus not disabling Nerco), has a mental block in place, limiting her hearing... to her dismay.

Art:
Other: WIP~~

[FurOfHawk]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture: [img][Replace%20with%20picture's%20URL!][/img] I will when I can get on an laptop.
Kennel number: 2
Name: maximus
Breed: bull terrier
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I want it because I love bull terriers and I will rp with it.
Personality: sweet and gentle.
Likes: hot cocoa and friends
Dislikes: rain
History/Background: I found her at this pound and she jumped up on my.
Art:
Other:

[sweetdragon]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P3
Name: Rowan
Breed: He's a plantadog so I'm not sure if they have breeds
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I would like him because of his amazing design. He's just stunning and looks like heaps of fun to draw. It'd love him for some of my short stories and just because he'd make a really amazing character. I have so many great ideas of how to draw him eeee.
Personality: Rowan is very gentle and friendly. He loves to care for others and as a happy young plantadog who is always look for fun, he's a great friend to have. He sticks up for his friends and what he believes in. He enjoys trying new things and loves pretty much anything. He's calm and loves to lay in bed with a hot cup of coffee
Likes: Honey, scarves, fleece jumpers, hot cocoa, coffee, Fall/Autumn, jumping into leaves, country music, dancing, singing, acting, playing guitar, macbooks, writing, drawing, painting, yoga, meditation, forests, starbucks, vintage things, typo, candles, books, lanterns, flower
Dislikes: Snow, rain, water, bugs, cabbage, heavy metal music, parties, bright lights,
History/Background: Rowan was always popular but he never really minded. The others would ask him to play but he'd prefer to sit down and read. He was different. Maybe that was why people liked him. He was nice and loved sharing with people. Nobody cared if he messed up because they just enjoyed being friends with him. This seemed the case until highschool. He would socialise with many people and almost everyone liked him. His first real crush was on a girl in his science class. She only went for the sporty guys and that was definately not like Rowan. He tried hard to impress her. He even tried out for the footy team. Sadly, after he suffered a concusion, they turned him down. Everybody laughed. Even her. After that he became more aware of what he did. He wasn't so free. He didn't try to express himself. And for this, people bullied him. He was teased, taunted and hurt, both physically and emotionally. There was nobody for him to turn to. Nobody but his best friend from primary school. After he moved away, Rowan was gutted. He knew they had to keep in contact and they did. Over time, Rowan opened up to his old friend about everything; the humiliation, the bullying and the fact that he had a new crush. His friend listened and supported him. Maybe this was why Rowan fell in love with him. After a matter of weeks, he finally told him. His friend understood and accepted what his friend had said. At the end of the year there was a school ball and Rowan was going alone. That night as the couples danced and twirled under the moonlight, Rowan sat on the benches by himself. Emotions taking over, he stood by the window. There, standing out in the rainbow was his best friend. He ran out to him and leapt into his arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he kissed him. A day later, it was time for their graduation. They graduated with flying colours and decided to get married. They kissed underneath an old tree where they first met and exchanged their vows. They were in love and everybody supported them.
Art: None yet c;
Other: Thanks for posting him he's so beautiful! If you want me to change the history I will I just think it's cute. c; His theme song is Same Love <3

[haise;]

I am looking to adopt...





P145


Scout, I would like to keep to the original, as it is an adorable name ouo


Male


Mutt c:


I want Scout because he will be my first male character,and he reminds me of my friends deceased dog, who's name was also Scout. I find it kind of coincidental, because she was always calling him "mutt". He meant alot to her, and it would be fabulous to have a dog as adorable as this little guy c: I would do alot of things for scout. I'd sing "I will always Love you" in front of my crush, and if you didn't know, I'm a terrible singer. I like to stick to band. I would probably eat corn too, and I despise corn. The point is, I'd do a bunch of stupid stuff for this dog, because he's absolutely perfect in every way, shape and form c:


Scout has a distinct personality marked by fearlessness, self-confidence, and a certain brightness that you can pick out from a crowd. Scout is very approachable, he likes to stand his ground and show confidence and willingness when meeting others. I would like to describe Scout as being sensitive and affectionate, the exact opposite of the regular mutt. You can always find him cuddled in your lap, (although he isn't much of a lap dog) or laying down on the floor right by your side. Scout gets attached to things too easily. Here's the funny part. Scout enjoys rain, but hates thunder. He enjoys the trickling of the water on his pelt, but the sound of thunder reminds him of gunshots, which was what had killed his mother a few years back.


✔ the color blue
✔ people
✔ strangers
✔ bacon
✔ rain
✔ clouds


✘ thunder
✘ bicycles
✘ newspaper
✘ when he loses something
✘ being alone


"L-Lani...?" I said, shaking the mother dog's body gently. When she didn't move, I panicked. "Lani, answer me. You just had a puppy!" I said hopefully, but once again; I didn't get a response. When Lani did open her eyes, she looked into mine with her chocolate brown glassy eyes as if she were to say "Take care of him." A tear ran down my face, and I quickly wiped it away with my free hand. I knew it was her time. After a few silent minutes, Lani's body went slack, and she was dead in my arms. After crying for about what seemed like forever, I looked over at the newborn pup, laying there helplessly. I didn't know what to name him, but I thought of my friend's dog, who reminded me of him. "I'll call you....Scout." I said, picking up the tiny dog's body and patting it softly. After a few whimpers, Scout quieted. I got him some milk, and wondered what I would do with him now that he didn't have a mother. I set him down softly on the large bed, and removed the Bandanna Lani was wearing. I took the bandanna in my hands and wrapped it around Scout. Although it was a bit big, he looked warmer, safer almost. I smiled at the thought. "Lani..." I whispered, looking up at the sky. "I'll do whatever it takes to give Scout the best." To this day, Scout still wears his mothers bandanna proudly around his neck.


I can't really draw animals, so wip c:


I just think he is the most adorable thing to ever walk the earth, and I thank Lupin for giving me the chance to have this little handsome guy c:

[~punkstache]

I'd like some critique!
Username: ~punkstache
Number of character you're applying for: P24
Link to form: Clicky
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM please ^^
critastic

[albinny trancy]

I am looking to adopt, love, and cherish...


made transparent by berd.

{ username ;; }
3B, i am offended. i thought you'd remember your number one
stalker fan!
XD
just kidding! but if you really don't remember me, i used to be
Th13f, but now, i am Deadman's Charade.

{ why do i want this beauteous creature? ;; }
i'll have to admit, it was love at first sight. as soon as i saw this little fella in its kennel, i fell in love.
i could perfectly see myself owning this magnificent beast, and i knew, right then, i had to have it.
this creature is marvelous in both design and concept. foxes and dragons are my favourite animals,
and although i've had no desire to go into space, i think i could learn to love this gorgeous creature
for its spacial design...

{ what will i do to own this magnificent beast? ;; }
oh, i'd do many things. first off: write stories and draw art like a madwoman.
i've already got an oct (original character tournament) in mind for this little guy, called
"artists at the ready," which is like a self-insert for yourself and your original characters.
i'd enter this beauty in as my first place contender, who would fight alongside two other
oc's and myself in order to win the grand prize; which, in reality, is a plushy of the
character, but i think that'll prove my love for this wondrous creature.

{ use ;; }
a beloved main character. it will be made into a plushy, put into my new animated series,
"yuki no hana," and so much more, if you'll just give me the chance to own this beast.

let's get to know Samael...

{ name ;; }
Samael

In Jewish mythology, this is the name of an archangel,
a fallen angel, the Angel of Death or Poison, the accuser, seducer, and destroyer
famously known as The Grim Reaper. He is said to be both good and evil,
having been one of the heavenly host. He rules over seven habitations called
Sheba Ha-yechaloth, infernal realms of the Earth. The Talmud states:
"the evil Spirit, Satan, and Sama'el the Angel of Death, are the same"; and
Samael is also therein equated with the biblical serpent who tempted Eve in
the Garden of Eden. He is called the Prince of Darkness and chief of the Dragons of
Evil and is held responsible for the scorching wind of the desert called the simoom.
It is probably the Hebrew form of Syrian Shemal ("left"), but composed of 'el "god"
and suwm "to create" or "to place, to set," hence "whom God makes." It is also
sometimes rendered "venom of God." Also spelled Samil and Sammael.

{ species/breed ;; }
spacial fox-dragon, the rarest breed of dragons. it lives only in secluded forests, never once revealing
itself to a human unless it chooses its 'protegi unum,' or, to simply put it, a person it guards with its
life.

{ gender ;; }
samael, or sammy, is neither female nor male. it has no specified gender, although it speaks in
two different voices: a female voice and a male voice.

{ kennel number ;; }
sammy currently resides in kennel p26.

it is quite cramped in there, do you think you can expand my crate just a bit?
enough so i can at the very least, stick my head out of my cage?

WIP

[d.zee]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:

P3

Name:

Rowan ‡ (RO wan)
(A very fitting name for this boy here. In Gaelic it means "little red one." In Norse it means "rowan tree," which some variations turn a bright red that matches this boy's foliage.)

Nickname:

Ash
(Rowan trees are occasionally called mountain-ashes which is where the nickname is derived from.)

Breed:

Plantadog
(A species that was made by Summerflow on this thread. Not much is really known about plantadogs other than they appear to be canines with patches of foliage that grow on them.)

Age:

2 years 3 months

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

This autumn boy has had my eye for a while now. He just screams autumn which is close to being my favorite season. I have many ideas for fall themed art that I would love to make for him. I would be enthralled to give him a home in which he will be used and cared for. I would give him a place on my character site and gather art for him. He would also be featured in my signature and avatar.

Personality:

Shy
(Rowan is definitely not one for social interaction; he would much rather keep to himself. When put into a social situation, Rowan will tend to be quiet and not say much and as soon as he is given a chance he will remove himself from the situation.)

Free-Spirited
(Rowan loves to be free. He hates containment and only wishes to do what his heart tells him.)

Gentle
(Rowan is extremely tender and caring. He is mindfull of small plants and animals and does his best to avoid crushing them. He heart tends to reach out to injured plants and small animals.)

Easily Overwhelmed
(When faced with many things at once Rowan tends to get frustrated. When something seems too difficult he will often times shut down.)

Likes:

-Nature
-Sunlight
-Berries of All Sorts
-Playtime
-Silence

Dislikes:

-Droughts
-Humans
-Cows
-Invasive Bugs
-Thunderstorms

Backstory:

My birth is shrouded in mystery. Some may say it was simply a freak of nature, but my mother always said that it was the will of the Earth Mother herself. My mother was a mighty Rowan tree that grew in the very center of a vast pasture land that had long been forgotten. Her name was Branislava, which means "Glorious Guardian." My father was the wind. It was he who blew the vibrant autumn leaves from my mother's arms and brought them to the eath. From these leaves new life sprung forth and I was brought into this world.

Initially I was raised by my mother. She would whisper to me, guiding me and teaching how to live. Her berries and sap sustained me, providing me with moisture, when I was still to young to fend for myself. It was in a hollow in her roots that gave me shelter when the weather turned angry and a place to hide when strangers came near. When I got to be old enough to compensate the world, Orvid, an old greying barn owl, who took shelter in my mother's branches would take me out and tell me stories of the world. He showed me how to find water and how to forge for food. He taught me how to survive beyond my mother's shadow.

My father too was always at my back, although not always noticable. He was always there, ready to spring fourth at any time. I loved my father even though he was not visible to the eye. He always brought stories from all over the world and would playfully ruffle my fur and foliage.

We lived like this, my mother, Orvid, and I, as a family for a couple of years. A horrible drought ended our cozy life though. The temperatures soared to extreme highs and the sky refused to open up and rain upon the eath. Rivers dried up causing plants and animals alike to pass away. Orvid was the first to pass, his old bones could not handle the lack of moisture. Mother had me bury him in my hollow. My mother and I watched as the world around us turned from lush green to yellow and as other nearby trees dry up and die. Eventually, after everything else had died, even my mother, who had seemed so invinsible, passed away.

I did not know how I would go on. I wanted to lie at my mother's dry roots and pass on but my father pushed me on. He told me of greener, lush lands that I should go to. And so I am on my journey to find a new home. I don't know where I will end up, but with the knowlege granted to me from my mother and Orvid and my father at me back, I will find a way.

Special Attributes:

Jumping
(Rowan is capable of jumping abnormally high. With his light structure he is also able to glide back down to earth like a leaf, especially in strong winds.)

Climbing
(For a canine, Rowan is extremely good at climbing trees. He is able to claw his way up tree trunk and is extremely nimble when jumping from branch to branch.)

Photosynthesis
(Although Rowan can sustain himself on material foods, he can also support himself with photosynthesis using the leaves that grow around his neck and tail.)

Art:

Autumn Has Begun...

Other:

As always, a big thank you to everyone who helps to run PoH and the oportunities that you guys offer Chicken Smoothie!

[epinephrine]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:
F22

Name:
Cenușie Ceață (Romanian for Grey Fog)

Breed:
Dragonul (Romanian for dragon)

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
If you ask anyone who knows me, I love dragons. This one spoke to me with it's haunting stare telling me it had a story to tell. I would love to create a story for it. I promise to take most careful care of this beautiful creature.

Personality:
Cenușie Ceață is solitary dragon, spending its time hiding in the mists in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. It values its privacy and does not wish to be disturbed. Cenușie Ceață is quick to anger and fierce when defending itself. It is a genderless dragon, not feeling inclined to either gender. Cenușie Ceață spends its time watching from the mist, its eyes never blinking. It rarely ventures too far down the mountains it calls home, only chasing would-be explorers as far as the mists allow for it to conceal all but a glimpse of itself. Locals see it as a vengeful, wrathful god, while tourists see it as mindless beast and a curiousity. Cenușie Ceață sees itself as a loner, set apart from the rest of the world as a symbol of days gone by. Cenușie Ceață is also a curious dragon, often wondering if it truly is the last dragon of its kind, or even the last dragon in existence. Cenușie Ceață dares not leave the comfort of its mists, but it dreams of searching for others.

Likes:
Cenușie Ceață loves hiding in the mist, watching for unwary travelers to scare. It serves as way to pass the time, and for Cenușie Ceață, it loves the sense of fear it smells when it unleashes its mighty roar, dispersing all who would dare to tread in its domain. It also loves to spend time thinking about its heritage, wondering about other dragons in the world. It hopes to fill a hole inside its soul that yearns for the company of other dragons.

Dislikes:
Tourists, especially ones who come to gawk and stare, searching for it. Cenușie Ceață values its privacy, and dislikes anyone who intrudes upon it and is not above showing force to make them go away. It also dislikes venturing too far down from the mountains and the mists it calls home. Cenușie Ceață sees the mist as protection from the outside world, it knows of man's curiosity and fear of what it does not understand.

History/Background:
Cenușie Ceață believes itself to be the last of its kind. It has lived in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania for all its life, been alone all its life, fending for itself since a hatchling. Cenușie Ceață has picked up for the stories it has heard from trespassing locals about a time long past, a time when dragons ruled the skies. Cenușie Ceață wonders for hours at night what happened to all the others. They only thing that keeps Cenușie Ceață from searching the world beyond the Carpathian Mountains is its knowledge of man's destructiveness. But someday, curiosity and longing may overpower Cenușie Ceață's fear of man's ways.

Art:

Other: