Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Lioness626]

Just noticed, P120 and P137 are the same i think ^^ they look the same, same name, and donated by the same person ^^

Whoops... I'll fix that. ^^; Thanks!

No prob ^^

[zelos]

I am looking to adopt Angelica

Kennel number: #P31

Angelica




Wolf (Wolf Spirit, hopefully this doesn't really count as changing the species)




Her design was like love at first sight. She's so pretty, so graceful looking, I don't know if it's just her lineart or if it really is something deeper. Wait, or course it's more than her lineart, but that's what caught my eyes at first. It makes her look so angelic, so beautiful and delicate. She's so beautiful and even as I'm writing this, ideas for art, stories, and AMVs are being thrown around in my head like a game of dodgeball in gym class. Her colors, I love, which is unusual for me, because normally, I only like characters who have dullish, natural base coats with brigher, unnatural colors on top, but the blues and yellows are just blended so nicely, they compliment each other and don't make my eyes want to jump in a bucket of ice cold water after looking at her (which believe, happens sometimes).

So what will I do for her? What is this, a ransom note?

Kidding, kidding! =3

Well, I would give up some CS pets for her... and right now, I'm here, taking precious time out of my day (that could be spent working on my animation project due next week xD) trying out for her. If I get her, I promise I will draw lots of art for her, write her a story (one about her past, more detailed than what is farther below, and maybe other ones, too, with more of my charries), and I'd probably make her at least one AMV sometime in the future. I love animating my favorite characters. I will love her and give her a post in the my character thread and stare at her every day. xD And I solemnly swear that if I no longer wish to be responsible for her, I will gladly give her back to the Pound of Hope and know that she will find another owner, hopefully one who would be able to care for as well as, or better than, me. But I don't think I'd give her back, because she's such a beautiful, one of a kind character. I'd love to be her forever owner. Until the day she dies and long past that. xD (Who's to say she's gonna die... technically, she already is dead xD).




Graceful


Angelica is a sleek, quick, and runs or flies with the grace of an angel, which, shouldn't really be surprising considering she kind of is one. She can navigate the skies like a sparrow, maybe even more graceful. Like a feather blown in the breeze, she drifts peacefully through the air. When she runs, she makes not a sound, steps on not a single twig, rustles not a single bush.


Calm


You will never hear this creature raise her voice even an eighth of an octave (see what I did there? xD). She is cool, and levelheaded, and almost somewhat carefree. It seems like she never gets angry, like there is not a single negative cell in her body. That could be because of her purification after she was transformed.


Pacifistic


Angelica would never hurt a fly. She does not believe in war and dispises it. She longs to live in her own perfect world where there is no fightning and no pain, just peace. Once, she has commenced in battle, only to protect those she loved, and hated herself for it... never again will it happen, even if her own life depends on it. She does not eat meat, but rather is sort of a vegetarian.


Trustworthy


I suppose this can also be considered "loyal", but that's just what Angelica is. Once you become her friend (which isn't all that hard), she is your friend until the end. Her trust and loyalty to those she loves is undying. Tell her a secret and it stays locked away for eternity. In her mortal life, she died with many secrets, and in her spirit life, she still has those secrets kept. However, if one were to betray her trust, they would never get it back.




• Clouds
  
• Flying
  
• Flowers
  
• Other animals
• The color blue
• The moon
• Her friends
• Peace
• Friendship
• Music
• Singing
• Gems
• Jewelry
• Fruit




• Shouting
• Loud creatures
• Evil
• Violence
• War
• Blood
• Darkness
• Untrustworthy creatures
• Being betrayed
• Swimming
• Eating meat



Angelica is not, nor ever was, a simple, plain old wolf. Sure, she took on the mortal form of one, but she has always been a spiritual essence. Its concept is a bit hard to explain.

Her 'parents' (those who gave birth to her mortal body) weren't really her parents. Sure, as a child, she thought of them as such, but in reality, they birthed the body her spirit hosted. You see, as soon as that body was born, Angelica willed her essence into it and took control of it. The life inside of it was still incredibly weak, and as soon as Angelica took over the body, the life just dissolved. No, this does not happen to every creature you see walking around the earth, and hopefully you're still following me on this, because yes, I know, it can be confusing. Even Angelica admits this.

She did not have wings in her mortal form, she was just a simple old wolf, or as simple as a green and blue and yellow wolf can get. She had a 'brother' and a 'sister', named Ehrin and Kari'n, respectively. Angelica's 'parents' did not give her the name "Angelica", that was the name of her spiritual essence, of which, her 'parents' did not know of. She was named Etaryhn, meaning something along the lines of "favored by the gods" in Varg, the language of the Ancient Wolves. And while she allowed her 'siblings' and her 'parents' to call her this, she always knew that she was, and referred to herself as, Angelica.

And as to avoid even further confusion, I'm not going to go back and forth calling her "Etaryhn" and "Angelica"; she will be referred to as "Angelica" considering it is her real name. Just know that the creatures she knew in her early life called her by her 'birth name'. (Etaryhn).

Her 'parents', whose names were Fallar and Nefrieht, were very proud of their children. They were pretty much a stereotypical wolf family, as stereotypical as lone wolves get. They had no pack, but they wandered aimlessly, only looking for joy and safety out of life.

But as Angelica grew older, she decided that she wanted her life to be more. As much as she loved her 'family', she did not want to spend life like this. She vowed to herself that, when she was old enough, she would leave and go out into the world by herself. She did not know what her life plans would be after this, but she would figure something out soon enough.

At the age of fifteen (because here, wolves age like humans), Angelica decided that she was old enough to look out for herself. As much as it saddened her, she said goodbye to Fallar, Nefrieht, Ehrin, and Kari'n, and set off to find her own life. She explored the world on her own for a year, until she met a proud and handsome young wolf named Zarrigan, or Zari, for short. When asked her name, Angelica conflicted for a few moments one whether to tell him her real name or her 'birth name', but considering that she'd like to leave her old life behind, she told him that her name was Angelica. Zari found this a strange and unusual name for a wolf from this area, considering that wolves from around here were usually given names derived from the Ancient Language. Zarrigan meant "nothing to fear", and as far as she knew, Angelica meant nothing in Varg. But in the end, she told him that she wasn't necessarily from "around here", which, in truth, wasn't a complete lie.

So together, Zari and Angelica traveled far and wide, and eventually they came to the end of the Ancient Wolf Homelands. Zarrigan was reluctant to leave, because no wolf within the land knew what lurked outside of the Homelands, but Angelica told him to the trust her, and after much convincing, he agreed, leaving his old life behind, forever, the at the time, he didn’t know it.

Over the years, maybe something more than friendship grew between the two. After all, as many cliché stories go, (not necessarily saying this story is 'cliché'), a male and female often can't just be "more than friends". Zari was the first friend that Angelica every had, if you’re not counting her family, but at at least one point, Angelica wished that they could have something more special than friendship. Of course, she knew nothing about love, but then again, how much did Zarrigan know about it? They were both generally the same age, after all. Angelica wondered if Zari ever felt the same towards her. She intended to make a crack at it, but Zarrigan beat her to punch.

He asked her if she ever thought about them being 'more than friends', which pretty much made Angelica question whether or not her friend could read minds. But she told him the truth, and after some kitty-footing into potentially dangerous territory, Angelica's wish seemed to become fulfilled.

She didn't consider them 'mates', because, in Angelica's mind, 'mates' had to have pups together, and honestly, Angelica was nowhere near interested in that. They were still young, only nineteen or so, and her 'parents' were at least thirty-five when they gave birth to her siblings and her body.

Now, not all spiritual essences who roam the Havenlands, Earth, The Demonic Kingdom, and everything in between, are 'good' spiritual essences. Rest assured, there are 'corrupt' ones out there. At the time, though, Angelica was unaware of this. Yes, she knew that she was a spirit inside of a host body, but when she tried to remember anything before she took control of her mortal form, the only thing she got a vague feeling of weightless floating. And if she focused too much on this, the thought/feeling quickly drifted out her mind's reach, and she'd have to shake her head to clear it.

But these dark spiritual essences certainly wanted to play a part in Angelica's life, for reasons no soul could possibly ever know. Dark spirits are far more powerful than pure ones, and while it isn't confirmed, some spirits believe that dark spirits were once pure, but were somehow corrupted. Again, it's a concept that makes one's mind want to hurl up whatever mind-food it ate for lunch, so it isn't often thought about. Some dark spirits are powerful enough to take control of full-grown beings, and this is just what happened one fateful day in Angelica's peaceful life.

They were twenty, Angelica and Zarrigan. It happened one day when Zarrigan was out gathering firewood and meat (for him to eat, not Angelica), and Angelica was out looking for fruit of some sorts. Zari returned first, and that is when it took place. While neither knew this, his body was taken over by a dark spirit, and when she returned, he attacked her. Angelica had no idea why, couldn't believe it, couldn't piece together any concept. But he fought her, and she refused to fight back. He shoved her into a lake, and, not being able to swim, she almost drowned. Yes, she lost consciousness, but the current of the lake washed into a pond near a human village, where a young boy found her and called for help.

The humans were able to save her, and they cared for her. The whole village worked to nurse her back to health, and then to give her shelter when she was capable once again. At first, they gave her meat, because, as normal wolves go, that's what canines tend to eat. But she refused it, went without eating for three days, and they thought that she was sick. But then one old lady had the idea of feeding her an apple. The other humans called her crazy (because apparently, she was sort of mentally loosing it), but she did so anyway, and, to almost everyone's shock (except the old lady's), Angelica happily wolfed it down. (No pun intended).

Angelica found companionship, and even a slight sense of family, in all of the village's inhabitants, but she found a deep friendship in one particular person: the boy who had found her in the pond in the first place. While she was recuperating, the boy and his family kept her in their home, but when she was healthy, the boy tried to get her to come back inside, but she refused. Though she couldn't tell her him (seeing as they’re two different species), she'd rather live in the wild, so she ran off into the nearby woods. She lived there, slept there, but spent most of her time with the village people. The women took her with them gathering fruits, and planting gardens, and the men took her material collecting, where they would gather lumber, leaves, and things of the like. She 'baby-sat' the children, even though some mothers were hesitant at first. But hunting was something they all avoided with her.

Angelica finally felt like she had found a meaning in her life, like she had found her fate: being with the people in the village. She was as much as a domestic dog as a wolf like her could get.

But then, one day, a piece of her past life that she prayed she could forget, found its way back to her. And this time, twice as large.

It started when she was out material collecting with the boy and some of the men. Something deep within the forest made a huge crashing sound, and the ground underfoot shook like the start of an earthquake. A few of the men ran back for the village, but a few brave ones pushed towards the noise. What they saw, Angelica especially, made them all wish they had turned back with the others.

It was a wolf. A huge one, more than twice her size, but one whose red-and-black pelt she'd recognize any day.

Zarrigan. Her old best friend. Her old more-than-best-friend, if you will.

And he was destroying the forest. But he looked straight at their little posse, and gave a roar more like a dragon than a canid. His eyes met hers, and then he charged.

They all ran. Straight for the village, which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the smartest idea.

The men ushered everyone who was out on the streets inside, and then ran for their weapons, only mere bows and blades. They didn't do much against the beast Zarrigan had become.

But Angelica saw that Zari was going to destroy the village. The village that she had known and loved for around five or six years. She had to something, unless she wanted to witness the death of her 'family'. The 'family' that she wasn't born into, but had treated her like one of their own. They had treated her like a human, maybe even something more, because she had seen some of the village people fight amongst themselves before, even if it was never anything of a violent fight. After all they had done for her, she couldn't let them die. She knew she'd hate herself for this; it was completely against her beliefs as a pure spirit, but she had to anyway.

She flung herself at Zari, but he knocked her away. Thrice this happened, each counter-attack Zarrigan struck was more powerful than the last. She'd have to use a different approach. She tried attacking from behind, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. She attacked his legs, but he kicked her away as gracefully as a swan. Nothing she tried seemed to work. Angelica tried to think outside of the box. How could a small wolf her size and several men with spears and arrows and short machetes fight off a wolf that stood seven feet tall at the shoulders?

She thought back to all she knew about the land around the village. The forest bordered the north, west, and south, and there was a large pond somewhere inside. To the east... she tried to think, but found it hard because, according to the people, there was danger in the east. Something about... about...a cave. A hazardous cave with an unstable roof and stalactites hanging from the ceiling. That was it! She'd have to lead Zarrigan to the cave.

After much toying around, he finally got him to follow her. She led him across a valley to a huge cliff wall, and could see the cave mouth ahead. She ran inside, and he followed. To Angelica's surprise, the roof was high enough for him to fit and have at least a foot between him and most of the stalactites. He attacked her again, swiping a paw at her head and blasting her against the cave wall. Angelica would have to lead him deeper inside, where she knew that the tunnels grew narrower and the ceiling lower. And that's what she did, running into a few rocks because of her disoriented vision. Blood streamed from multiple wounds all over her body, and she was beginning to get light-headed from blood-loss. But finally, Zarrigan could go no further because of how low the roof was. She ran between his legs, and as he tried to turn around, he smashed his hindquarters against the wall and gave a beast-like roar of frustration. He lifted his head but hit it against the roof. The whole cave shook and small pieces of rock began falling to the floor. Angelica had to get out of there, quickly. She ran as fast as she could, a large chunk of a stalactite falling and impacting with her head. Despite her double-vision and dizziness, she managed to get outside just as she heard the crash of the cave falling onto Zarrigan, and his roar of agony. She remembered back to when Zari first realized that the cave was collapsing, and as she looked into his eyes just as she was about to make a run for it, she swore she saw the caring face of the Zarrigan she once knew, and it broke her heart, knowing what she had done.

The village people had caught up with her by the time she emerged, and she collapsed into the grass, just like the cave had collapsed on top of Zari. Black spots twirled in her vision, and she had no consciousness of what was going on around her. She was only vaguely aware of being lifted up.

The humans carried her back to the village, and lay her in the center of the village square. They got the best medics to try and help her. But she had lost too much blood. At the young age of twenty-six, she died from her wounds.

But this does not end the story of Angelica. No, this was only the beginning.

You see, a spiritual essence can only take control of one mortal form, ever. But when their mortal forms die, they are still sort of in their mortal form, just more spirit-like (if I am making any sense at all).

Thus, Angelica became a spirit wolf. Some spirits, who have done great good in their mortal life, are given wings after death, and Angelica was deemed worthy by fate, and this how she received her wings.

For doing "such good" in her life, she was also offered a life in the Spirit Realm, a mysterious place trapped in a rift between the Earth and the Havenlands, invisible to all but only the purest spirits. As nice as this sounded to her, Angelica just didn't want to accept it. She still had much of the Earth left to explore, and even beyond that, and she wanted to see it all before she devoted the rest of her being to living in the Spirit Realm with only the greatest spirits. Though she had to admit, it was quite an honor.

Every year, back at the village where Angelica spent the best years of her life, all of the people hold a special ceremony in honor of her. And while they don't know it, Angelica returns to the village on the day of that ceremony, on the day that she died there, and she is with them. The boy is grown up now, and has his own family. He often tells them stories of her, and sometimes she feels like, when she's there, the boy is looking right at her, even though she knows it is impossible for a spirit to be seen by any mortal unless they intentionally reveal themself.

Not long after her death, though, she did discover what had happened to Zarrigan. The reason why he had grown so huge and powerful was because a very powerful and dangerous dark spirit had possessed him. It hurt Angelica to know this, and she knew that his spirit was probably lurking somewhere, waiting to strike. To get his revenge.

And while very hard, it is possible for a spirit to kill another spirit. One spirit must be more powerful, must have a strong desire to kill the other, and a strong will, but once a spirit is dead, that's it. Their essence just... no longer exists. It disappears... like ashes on the wind…




Fly ~ Hilary Duff

Fun Fact ;; Her necklace was made for her by the village boy's mother. Heehee.






I am looking to adopt Achilles



Kennel number: #F29






Achilles




Demonic Wolf




Oh mai.

K, so, I was just a'scrolling through the list of all the lovely little characters that you guys have for adoption. It was really sort of a quick, hasty scroll, and I ran right by him, but I only caught a glimpse. Instantly I was like "WOAH WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. BACK UP. GO BACK UP" *scrolls slowly back up* "OMG!"

So there I sat, staring at him, kinda making that "Awwwwwhh.../Ooooohh" sound some people make when they see something amazingly epic, ya know? Cause he was/is pretty epic. Like. Wow. He's soooo preeetttyyy and his pose, I just see something dark and demonic inside of him, turmoiling with something trying to be better.

Well, I just think he's a handsome guy. I would love to have him as one of my characters. You see, I don't think of my characters as 'pets' and I as their 'owner'. No, I think of them as free spirits who... I am very close friends with or are just observed closely. I don't think any of my characters have ever really come in contact with. They are just free to do whatever they want, for the have a mind of their own. Their names and designs and such are just associated with me. Maybe you could even say I am their 'creator', their 'god', if that doesn't sound too self-centered. xD I don't know. But this smexy beast, I would love to draw him and animate him or something, because he seems like very much fun to draw or animate. I'd probably also definately use him in a roleplay, and I'd be sure to write a story with him if I could think of one.

He'd also get his own little post on my character thread and spot on my character website if I can ever get it up and running. xD




Cold


Many think Achilles has no emotions or feelings, but in truth, he does, he just keeps them locked away down inside. He portrays himself as soulless, hate-filled, and heartless, which sometimes he can't help. Therefore, others stay away from him.


Hurt


His 'master' has taught him that the only feelings in the world are pain, hatred, and anger. The fuel to these feelings is violence and bloodlust, and their bane is joy and happiness. However, Achilles has discovered that there is more to life than this. As much as he tries to fight it, his demonic soul is getting the better of his innocent one, and he knows that if he showed something like so to his 'master', than he would probably be killed. Or just horribly punished.


Cursed


Since Achilles was born with two souls, they often conflict with each other, fighting for dominance. But the demonic soul always gets the better of the innocent one. He refers to this a curse, and sometimes can't control his actions when this happens. His mind goes blank and only rage and bloodlust fuel his actions.


Lonely


He has no friends because pretty much everyone but his master and others of his type fear him. Straight-up demonic wolves have no interest in relations with other beings, unless those relations involve ripping your veins out and mounting your head on a wall, and Master does no believe in compaionship, only hatred and impurity. He believes friendship can taint the darkness in one's heart. So often, he spends time alone, when he can control himself, shivering in fear.


Afraid


Achilles is afraid... of himself. He is afraid of his demonic soul, and fears the moments with great dread when the demon in him will take control, even though sometimes it is only for a few minutes. But his greatest fear is that one day, his demonic soul will kill his innocent one, and he will never be able to stop himself. He will become just like the other demons, or maybe something worse.




Innocent Side
• When he can control himself
  
• Creatures who are friendly toward him, even if it's only for a few seconds before his dark side takes over
  
• Being alone
  
• The cold
• The darkness
• The color blue
• Water


Demonic Side


• Blood
• Inflicting pain on others
• Inflicting fear on others
• Darkness
• Caves
• Shadows





Innocent Side
• When he can't control himself
  
• When others fear him
• His Master
• The other demonic wolves
• His demonic side


Demonic Side


• His innocent side
  
• When he isn't feared
• Uncooperative creatures
• Bright light
• The colors blue or white


All demons are born from shadows and darkness. They are made of bitter thoughts, lost dreams, broken hearts, and intense hatred.

And while this is what happened with Achilles, there was a defect in his creation. No being will ever know what happened for sure, but some think some kind of positive feeling affected it. Whatever happened, he was 'born' with two souls, a demonic one and an innocent one. For as long as he can remember those two souls have fought for control, the demonic one ususally dominating. Sometimes he can't control himself in his demonic form, for it is hungry for blood, and it is fueled by rage and anger and hatred.

Now Achilles and many other demons live under the rule of their 'master', who is also know to many as Ankokuo, (Dark King in Japanese), for he is a demonic king. Ankokuo is a huge, shadow-made dragonlike monster who can make himself twenty feet tall (but usually stays on the short side). Their master isn't much different from most of the demonic beings, for he wants nothing but his servants to kill and bring fear into the world, for all demon live off of these emotions. Without pain, fear, anger, jealousy, rage, vengence, and other feelings of the like, all demons would die.

And personally, Achilles would be fine with this. His innocent side doesn't like being feared. He doesn't want to be like the rest, who can barely control their brutal actions, and feel hardly anything but a lust to kill. Often, he will hide away, alone, hoping that the others don't find him. One day, he wants to escape. He want the innocent side to win the battle against the demonic side, but he fears it highly unlikely. He fears that, one day, maybe not too far into the future, the demonic side will win, and finally kill the last good in him. And then, he will be a beast out of control...

[white.flag]

~I won't be able to finish my forms in time, so I'm dropping out.

[Alva.]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
P49

Name:
Ace

Breed:
Wolf

Why do you want him and what will you do for him?:
I'm going to give Ace a very special treat... a girlfriend! Yes, his new girlfriend will be one of my characters, Brindle, who would be the perfect match for Ace.

I would also love to order art of them together having a good time. I would probably put them in my signature, and definitely in my character thread. I'd also color them into couple line arts, as I can't draw digital art too well, so line arts are my one saving grace.

In my spare time I would write short stories of them and post it in the writer's forum. It wouldn't be a regular thing, just something too kill some time.

Personality:
How do I put this... if a daredevil and a class clown had a kid, it would be Ace.

Ace is what you would call "young and reckless." He's always living life to the extreme, and enjoys every moment of it. His philosophy on life is, "live each day like it's your last, because one day, it will be."

When I saw Ace's picture, my first impression was, "Oh, he's such a ladies man." I mean seriously, who could resist a grin like that? Not me! Neither did Brindle, as that's his new girlfriend. Brindle is like Ace in the sense that they're both daredevils, although Ace has a better sense of humor. To Brindle, "sarcasm" is a foreign word, so Ace is teaching her the art of comedy step by step.

Ace can be very polite when he wants to be. Whenever he's speaking to Alva, Brindle's mother and my fursona, he's sure to mind his P's and Q's. He's also very sweet to Brindle and her family members, and can be very romantic, although keep in mind that Ace's idea of a date is going white water rafting without the raft.

Likes:
☑ Jelly beans~ his favorite food.
☑ Ladies. {But Brindle is his favorite. ;3}
☑ Being reckless.
☑ "Going with the flow."
☑ Living life to the fullest.
☑ Having fun.
☑ Just being Ace.

Dislikes:
☒ Critique when he's frustrated.
☒ Bossiness.
☒ Teachers, leaders, parents... essentially people that ruin all the fun. XD
☒ People that obsess over things. {Like, those over-the-top fan-girls.}
☒ Guys that try to steal his girl. Such a good boyfriend. <3

History/Background:
Ace was born into captivity at a run-of-the-mill zoo. His mother and father were both born in captivity, as was their parents before them and their parents before them. It was a rather boring life for Ace, where peering eyes stared at you all day, and he was surrounded by a concrete jungle.

On a very stormy day, the zoo was closed due to the harsh weather. Ace finally could have some alone time, and so slept underneath a concrete overhang in a corner of his enclosure. He was awakened by a loud bang, and saw that a large, man-made concrete tree had crashed through the fence that surrounded him. Seeing his chance for freedom, Ace hurdled the fence and ran for safety. He saw in a blur of reds and yellows that a fire had broken out, most likely from the lightning that flashed at every corner. Ace was in his element; his adrenaline pumping, the wind in his face, lightning at every step, and on his way to freedom, Ace was leaving his boring life, and entering one filled with danger and excitement!

Ace eventually found refuge in a small wooded area, and there he spent most of his days. Each day he left on a new adventure, and on one of those occasions he found his glass necklace, which he wears as a "manly" accessory. Eventually, Ace wandered into the arms {or is it paws...?} of Brindle, which was love at first sight.

Art:

This is my attempt at drawing Ace, and by far one of my best drawings. It shows him finding his glass necklace, and him looking down at it.

Other:
Ace's deepest wish is to have kids and name one of them Ace Jr., but Brindle is thinking otherwise.









Wolf icon by Awkward-Alpaca

[Jasper.]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P8
Name:Myusha------>Meshka
Breed:Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I like to roleplay, She would be perfect. And he is just very pretty and I would travel to the ends of the earth for her. O.O
Personality: laid back, funny, witty, quiet, content, takes a lot to get her angry, kind of tell-me-anything kind of wolf, if you tell her something, like a secret she will take it to the grave.
Likes: Quiet places, Being alone, Frogs, nice people, and Humans
Dislikes: mean people, Bullies, loud environments,
History/Background: Myusha never was like the other pups, She was content, and never really talked. The other pups would be tugging on each others ears and she would be sitting alone, and whenever you would go over to her and ask her if something was wrong, she would walk away with a content 'I'm fine' and that was it. Well, as she grew up, her outlook didn't change but she hung out with people like her, Laughing all the time, hardly seen without a smile plastered on her face. But one day, Her father died. She She fell into a deep depression. Then one day, she disappeared. No one could find her. Her friends looked, her family looked. And still, She never showed. Until one day, a few months later, a She-wolf came trotting up the path to camp, she was wearing a scarf and no one could see her face. She padded straight to Myusha's bed and laid down and fell a sleep. It was her. She smelled like man. and her fur was clean and shiny. but after she returned, she laughed less and she was alone more. She.. She changed. She got mean, and hateful, Her friends where the only ones she would talk to. A few years later (Today.) she is more relaxed, hardly talks now, and is always finding asylum with her friends.
Art: Here
Other: I have never adopted anything before. How did I do?

[Fantelle]

I am looking to adopt...


Kennel number:
P13

Name:
Savannah

Breed:
Wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I would like to own Savannah because I think she is really beautiful, and I do need some pretty female characters. I will keep her in my character site (codachars.weebly.com) and give her a nice presentation. I'll probably breed her, because I think she could get some nice pups. Basically, I'll turn her life around!

Personality:
She is very shy towards people she doesn't know, but she can be quite a challenge to keep in control once you know here. She is very loving and she's always looking for trouble, although she'd never hurt anyone. She loves to joke around, and make others smile.

Likes:
- Jokes
- Fun
- Games
- Playing Fetch
- Eating

Dislikes:
- Sports
- Exercising
- Reading
- Studying

History/Background:
Savannah lost her parents at a young age, due to an earthquake. Everybody just ran, including Savannah. After the earthquake, she couldn't find them again. She looked and she looked, but she couldn't find a sign of life. Eventually, she began a journey away from the desert, towards the city. There, a young woman found her and raised here. It was a loving relationship, with a lot of fun. That woman is me.

Art:


Other:
This is my first time adopting, I only just discovered this wonderful place now. I definitely will be adopting more, and I would love to revamp some characters to give them a better chance for a new home! Thank you for reading my form. C:

[kivr & fireflii]

OMG NO
the donations are closed sobs sobs

*cries off of a cliff*

[Desmond]

They should be open again after this round finishes. c: I just wanted to get some room in those kennels before we got another huge influx.

[zelos]

When do you think the drop will be?

[Fantelle]

I wrote a form for P13, but it never got published on the front page. Just asking if I'm in the run to adopt P13 or not? C: