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[Wesley]

Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 15

Name [of pet]:
Arik

Arik \a-rik\ as a boy's name is a variant of Aric (Old Norse) and Ariel (Hebrew), and the meaning of Arik is "forever or alone, ruler; lion of God".
Reference

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Sheep-Horned Wolf

The horned wolf is a mysterious, mystical creature thought to be a dweller of the night. It has been said that their horns were given to them to humble them (reference). The sheep-horned wolf is my species name for Arik, and their habits are based much on the horned wolves, grey wolf, and ram.

Personality [of pet]:
WIP

Background/History [of pet]:
WIP

Use [for pet]:
Arik caught my eyes with his complicated design and his beautiful shades of green. When Aeolus asked if he should be donated on the fan club, I jumped quickly to the task of saying yes. He stole my breath away, and I kept an extra tab open for going back to look at him to admire his designs and tease my muse. Over the time since he was donated until now, when he's been put up in the kennels, I have had time to develop some ideas for how I wish to base his story. I've gone with a complicated story based on the prophet Jeremiah of the Bible and the mighty Ark of the Covenant that I have heard much about. I'd like to keep him as a personal character, get him some art, and consider roleplaying him, drawing him in collabs, and writing him into more stories in the future. ^^

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

[Solanum]

I'm not actually sure if I'm going to go for him or not. No muse.

[Wesley]

I'll admit to that weakness too, Pix. D; But I think I'll give it a try... posting the form for now at least. x3



Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 137

Name [of pet]:
Pluto

In Roman mythology, Pluto (Greek:Hades) is the god of the underworld. The planet received this name (after many other suggestions) perhaps because it's so far from the Sun that it is in perpetual darkness and perhaps because "PL" are the initials of Percival Lowell.
Reference

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Immortal/Spirit of the Planet Cat

No, I do not believe the Roman mythology to be true, and the makings of this character Pluto and his mother Saturn are not based on the Roman mythology. The stories have been changed greatly, and I have not made the characters into gods, but rather, into the bodies of the planets themselves, simply as cats. Pluto's only form is cat, but he is like no other...

Personality [of pet]:
While only a kitten, Pluto is a very hard-headed cat that always speaks as if he deserves the answers that he desires. Because he has been raised in the tribe of Planet Cats for some time now, he is very wise compared to what his age should allow him to know, and he is able to answer most any question. He always searches for more knowledge, though, and finds himself to be a very curious kitten. He's a bit sad because of his background story, but he tends to be a very bright spirit among the others. He is a kitten, not exposed yet to the dangers of the world. He's willing to go the extra mile to get what he wants, and he is growing to become a more independent soul than he is now. His secret desire is to one day be reunited with his mother Saturn. He has dreams that help him to see what will or may become, and he has a dictionary stored in the back of his mind. He is nearly invincible, and his body is not fragile or frail. He is ready for the world, and only hopes that it won't spit him back, too.

Background/History [of pet]:
{ :: A bit from the past :: }

Saturn was disappointed at having gone through all of the trouble for solely one, but she grew to really adore the kit, especially it being her own.

"His name shall be Pluto," she finished...

Not too much sooner than when Pluto's eyes opened, the planet cats found out one thing. Pluto was no longer a planet.

"Where is he?" she asked... "You never really loved me, did you?"

{ :: Returned to the present :: }
I awoke to the cold, hard feeling of some body larger than myself. Looking back, it was a frightening moment, but a reassuring one. One that gave me hope. That let me know that even though I had been rejected, let go from the Solar System, I was alive. Nothing but the forces themselves could kill me. Not a fall through space to any depth or degree could take my life from me. Wanted or not, I was a planet cat, and a strong one too. Bred by the she-cat of my highest respect, my very own mother and caretaker; Saturn. You see, even after only months of hiding with my mother in that warm, comforting den, I was an educated little kit. But even though I was educated, I had yet to learn that I could not be killed by anything but fire and fire alone. Those myths that if something falls to the ground at a quick enough pace from Space itself it will catch on fire? Exactly that. Just a myth. Maybe it was my wings, my recessive trait wings that allowed me to fly; the ones that only appeared at night, which was all space is, maybe those saved me. But maybe it was that the universe was wrong. Yes, I was a small cat, smaller than the average kit, and of course I had the furthest den from the Sun assigned to me for when I grew up before they rejected me, but Pluto was still destined to be a planet, and thus I had not lost my Planet Cat powers. Flight, indestructability, walking on thin air, the ability to process speech and be knowledgeable beyond my years. They were all there, and I was stronger than ever after they casted me aside. The hurt from the realization of the occurences gave me more power than ever, but my heart was weakly willed, because it still had a soft spot in it. A soft spot like a black hole that kept me helpless like the kit I was. This soft spot was the knowledge that someone up there still loved me. And that someone? That was my mom.

As I stood to bend my limbs and be sure that I was as healthy as I had already assumed, I began to doubt everything that had just happened. Often as a kit I had had dreams of falling. Falling from the clouds, falling onto the moon to join the other tribes of the Sky Cats, falling was a common thing that was stuck in my mind. Maybe it was my ability to see forward, to know more than I truly should, or maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, it struck me that this was no dream. It was reality. I thought I could hear the voices of others, but when I looked around, there was no one, nothing. As I looked down, I finally noitced what I was on. A large, white blob, hurling through space at an amazing speed. To my right there was a moon of the planet Earth, and to my left, there were only colorful flashes of lights and horrible screeching noises. My mind traced back to the moon of Earth. The memory of the wise advisor to Sun struck my very hard like a pain to the side and I longed to be with my tribe again. It was hard to take in the fact that they didn't want me. It didn't hurt my heart yet, which was a prize that I was overjoyed to have, because my heart was weak and vulnerable after once being exposed to love. I padded my feet along the white surface, but with the step of my left paw, I lunged forward, sinking slowly into the surface of this space body. Perhaps it was Sink Dew, a term for a surface left gooey and sticky after being hit with meteorites. There were such things on the clouds that I was accustomed to living on. I pulled forward very quickly and with much force with my right foreleg, and the ground that it landed on with the force was firm, even harder than the spot that I had landed on with a bone-hurting crash. I pulled and pulled, and the gooey substance gave way. It was not as sticky as I had imagined it, put very fatty and plush. I turned back to look at it, but the surface that it covered looked the same as the rest. I bent my neck forward to pick the thing up in my mouth, but as I did, I was only given a mouthfull of space dust and crumbles of rocks. I gave up, turning to keep walking, unsure of where to go. But when I saw the moon of the Earth again, I jumped to it, flapping my small wings that could suprisingly hold my large body up. The moon was dull, and not as exciting as in my dreams. For in my dreams, it had been inhabited with fruitful plants of exotic colors and people with strange voices that even I of the utmost intelligence could not understand. I concentrated on searching for food, or even searching for some purposeful thing for me to do. When I began to lose hope in my search, I spotted a red speck, and as I bent down, I saw it to be a small crater on the sea of the grey body. I walked forward, and there were more craters, growing in size rapidly, until I saw the face of an elderly creature, sitting himself down right in the middle of the crater. I couldn't believe that I had found another living thing in this mess. He didn't seem to notice me, and so I bent down as I had been taught to do after hiding so long with my mother whom had refused to socialize with the other Planet Cats for weeks. I observed his every move, but not many things happened. A few twitches, and a gurgling noise, and then the creature fell silent and stirless again. Slowly I crept closer, until he seemed to stir once more. It took much time for me to see that he was now looking directly at me, and my vulnerable heart started pounding very harshly until I was sure that he could hear it over the odd grunts that he made. "Who's there?" he asked in a gruff voice that seemed to be as rusty and old as time itself.

"Uhhh.. it is I; Pluto," I replied back in a shaky, unsure voice. "And who are you?" I asked as if I'd had some right to know. He looked at me with a new sense of respect as he heard my name, but he seemed to hurl my own question aside and never gave me the answer that I was searching for. "Pluto," he said. "I thought it was you from the first glance, but I wasn't sure if my old eyes were failing me," he said as he leaned back and laid down. He seemed very tired, for there were bags under his eyes, and his voice sounded sleep deprived. I feared for his health, and with all of the polite things that my mother had taught me, it took everything to keep myself from walking away and bidding him a good, long sleep. However, the wrinkly being seemed to catch and hold my attention. He intrigued me far too much to ignore, and so against all things I'd been taught, I kept my feet planted and continued the conversation. "But how did you know to assume that it was me?" I asked, a bit shocked at the creature's knowledge. I had thought that our tribe of Planet Cats was the only knowledgeable tribe in the Milky Way, but perhaps I was wrong. Suddenly, I wondered if this creature had a tribe too. And what was he called? He certainly wasn't a Planet Cat. "I know all of my subjects," he said nonchalantly as if important Planet Cats fell from the sky and jumped onto his moon everyday. "Your subjects?" I asked. "But you are not the ruler here. Sun is the ruler. She rules the entire galaxy, and I do believe that we are still in the Milky Way," I said earnestly. Whatever the thing was trying to say to me, I wasn't comprehending it. It didn't make sense to me. "Ah, you're a wise little kitten, aren't you, Pluto?" he asked with what I hoped and assumed was a chuckle. "Wise beyond your years I'd say," he continued, "but you do not yet know everything about our Galaxy; about Space. You could say that I'm a prince, like another ruler that was appointed under the Sun. I may not be significant to you, seeing as you are of Pluto, but I rule the Earth, and all of Earth knows me," he said. He spoke of Earth, Sun's advisor in our tribe that I had remembered sorrowfully only moments before, as if he were not one cat, but rather, that he was a group of many, many people. "You seem confused," said the old creature. "Go ahead, ask your questions, they are permitted now," he said with the authority that he made himself out to have. "Who are you? What is your name? What are you? Why do you speak of so many creatures under the title of Earth?" I asked, firing so many questions at him that even I couldn't juggle them all. He, however, didn't seem to be the least bit surprised. "Do you really not know? For each Planet that is represented by a Planet Cat has its people. Earth has its people, too, living on the body of the Planet itself. They are called humans," he said. "I am like a human," he said. "A person," he said, correcting himself promptly. "And oh, to satisfy the quench for the answer that you most seek," he began with much suspense, "I am the Man in the Moon."

"I would like the see this Earth," I pulled the conversation further. "Then you'll need my permission to pass," he said. Earnestly, I looked at the man with wide, apprehensive eyes. "You mean that you'd go as far as to not permit me to pass onto the Earth that you guard?" I questioned him, truly forgetting my size and the fact that with the releasing of me, I'd lost most of my power and honor. "But of course," he said smugly. He seemed to like that the conversation was focused around him. "Please, Mr. Moon," I pleaded. From what I had heard, Earth seemed like a whole new universe. Of course, at this point, the man had kept much from me. "You may pass," he said with a booming, official-sounding voice. "And call me Crater," he finished. "Of course," I said. "Minding my manners as I side-stepped out of the crater, I tipped my head and purred a, "Pleased to make your acquaintance." I couldn't decide if I should be offended or not that he didn't say goodbye. As I took my next leap to the Earth that he spoke of, a beautiful planet that was blue and green, covered with a thick layer of white that was quite transparent, the jump seemed to be much further than expected, and I felt compelled to use my wings to enable myself to have a quite assuringly safe landing. When I came down onto the Planet, it took me but a minute to realize that this was the paradise of my dreams. I had not landed on a bland sphere of red, white, or cream. Rather, I had landed on a ground of multiple colors, the green of a soft substance under my feet that I could not place the word for and the rocky dirt that I could recognize from miles away, though the dirt of this place was a deep brown, much unlike the bright reds and oranges that the other space bodies I'd visited had been thoroughly covered with. To my left were exotic plants, and to my right, a multitude of creatures that looked much like Crater, the Man in the Moon, whom I had visited moments before, though his solemn, bland little planet of white seemed lightyears away. The people, unlike in my dreams, spoke many languages, but all were familiar to me. Plain English, Chinese, and Spanish. I could pick bits and pieces from each conversation I heard. One creature was talking about flowers, and another was talking about a strange thing that he called grass. From the third I could hear that these people were called "Gardeners". I wondered if that was their title, and if they stood for some place in the universe as I and my tribe did. And as I walked on, there was a broad-shouldered cat that reminded me of the quiet fellow, Mercury, from my tribe, who had been pitch black and muscular, though he preferred very much to keep to himself. The figure licked his paw nonchalantly, and he shot me a look with his eyes - neither rude nor welcoming - that were a pale green just like Mercury's. "Mercury," I mewed. "What are you doing here? You don't mean to say that you have been denied the title of planet as well, do you?" I exclaimed, near the verge of either laughter or devastation. The cat looked back at me - this time with a glare - but did not respond to my statement. For frightened by the fact that I had spoken and that my designs were much more brilliant than his pelt (not to sound haughty to anyone reading this record), he'd left, turning quite abruptly if I do say so myself. As I padded along, the green layer on the ground, the... the... earth, disappeared, and my path veered off to an alley. As I sat to gather my belongings, I looked around me. Perhaps this place was another universe. I'd just have to make myself at home and find out...

[OMG ;DNFDNGSDET'';; ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER. Oops. :P If I win him, I'll write more and such about his adventures and discoveries. :D Hope you enjoy hearing how Pluto came to Earth.]

Use [for pet]: Last time I applied for a cat at Symphony, I applied for a beautiful cat character that I named Saturn, and on her story, I left you all with a clear ending to how her life went, but left a cliff hanger as to what became of her beautiful son; Pluto. I've recently had the spark of desire to write about what happened to Pluto, and this little character has sparked my interest since donation; I simply have not been muse-driven for him enough. Hopefully, now back with muse and excitement, I can win this old-timer from the SCAA kennels once and for all. If I win him, he'll receive a page on my character site, frequent art, a place in the collabs that I draw, and perhaps even a role play or some more stories. <3

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Family~
His mother is Saturn, his father being Jupiter, a grey male from which his most dominant traits are inherited. His step-father is Nsu (owned by Tesshin-san), his mother's mate following up Jupiter after the incident.
Hammertime

[Shiverice]

Hey Wes, can I ask why I didn't get Chestnut?

Sure. :3 His personality and story could have been longer and more detailed, but I think that it was mainly the personality. He had a cute, unique story, but he didn't have enough overall "yes-votes" to give him out this round. I'll let you know one thing, though. It was pretty close. c: I think that if you repost your form this round and work a bit more on the personality, and perhaps add an extras section with likes/dislikes or favorites, you're sure to have a great shot at getting him. Good luck! :3

Thanks! I'll definitely do that!

[H o w l i n g]

|| Username ||
H o w l i n g

|| Kennel Number ||
One hundred nineteen
119

|| Use ||
Work in Progress

|| Name ||
Crescendo

|| Gender ||
♂
Male

|| Species ||
Steampunk Canine

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Hammertime

[The Wolfe]

Pullout

[lululizzy23]

[x]
Name:
Farfalla || Far-fah-lah

Nickname:
Fara || Fah-rah

Gender:
Female || ♀

Birthday:
March 5th, 2000 || 03-05-2000

Age:
Twelve || 12

Species:
Canine || Wolf

Species Info

Fun Facts:

Theme Song:
Titanium || By: David Guetta ft. Sia

Star sign:

Pisces

Best Friend:
Luna

Username:
lululizzy23 || lulu

Kennel Number:
146 || One hundred and forty-six

Personality:
Fara is a kinds and easy-going girl, she would do anything to help someone in need and she is almost always happy. And when she's mad, which is rare, you should watch your back. In other words she's very considerate of others and she doesn't like trouble. Her friends describe her as clever, always finding ways to get out of things but she doesn't believe it.

Likes:
The sea, walks in the dark, most other animals, pups, sunrises, forget-me-nots, friends

Dislikes:
Fighting, birds, fire, thistle bushes, humans, smoke, clocks, sparkly things

History:
Her earliest childhood memory is her mother placing a golden ring on her tail before she went missing. At first it frightened Fara but she knew she would come back so she sat and waited, and waited. But, her mother never came back. she waited and waited, praying she would, but she was only answered with bad luck. Finally, once she knew they weren't coming back, she walked out of the cave, into the rain. She walked through the rain and through the day, only stopping to find shelter. Hiding under a bush for the night, soaking wet, she didn't get much sleep.

The next morning, when Fara woke up, the sun was shining and the world seemed much happier the the stormy night before. The young gray wolf stepped out from under the bush, examining her surroundings quickly before darting back under a bush at the sound of wings beating above her. "Hello?" A voice called, the young wolf didn't answer,"Hellooooo?" The voice called again. Fara looked up to see a blue winged wolf flying above her, she looked about the same age as her but Fara honestly couldn't tell. She stepped out of the bush,"What do you want?" Fara asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper. There was no reply from the blue wolf, she just stared at Fara.

Fara waited for the blue wolf to reply. Quietly hoping that she would just leave.

Art:

Time Spent:
37 minutes, 37 seconds eue
Lines:
By ~*Oddly Shaded*~
Comments:
I can't draw flowers -_-


Time Spent:
xxx
Lines:
Custom lines by Murdoc
Comments:
Drawn for me by Murdoc

Use:
She will be a character but she will be pretty up there with my fursona. I don't know why but this round I really seem to like this girl. I will order plenty of art of her and she will be loved, that I promise.
Other:
Story is a WIP
Hammertime

[Supernuk]

In periods where there is no leadership,
society stands still. Progress occurs when courageous,
skillful leaders seize the opportunity to
change things for the better.
-Harry S. Truman

Additional Art [Did not come with donation]:
By Me

Username:
Supernuk48

Kennel Number:
3

Name [of pet]:
Masai

Gender [of pet]:
Male

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Bone Hyena, one of the last.

Height:
29 inches

Weight:
100 lbs.

Home:
The wild Plains of Africa

Life Quote:
You can take away everything from me but I will never be afraid! The hurt you have caused my family will not go unpunished. I will always seek to give it back! I will not go down until I know you're finished!

Overall Personality:
Due to his lonely life, Masai learns that he has to be tough in order to survive. Once he meets the wild dog pack, he learns loyalty is key to being part of a family. He can be stubborn because of his young age. Overall, he is a wild child, forced to live with males twice his age. Some baby him, some order him around. He wants to become leader one day but most of them look down on him. He strives day in and day out to become a mature and strong leader and warrior. He never backs down from a fight. Headstrong and independent, he learns that being a leader is more than being at the top. He learns it is about fighting for your family and protecting the ones you love. Masai knows lessons and challenges face him in his future. He goes on, head held high and proud. One day, he hopes, he will be the greatest leader the Plains have ever seen.




Excerpt From Life Story

A Warrior Is Born:
As the sun rises over the Plains, a clan arises. They are the dogs, toughest and meanest in the land. They roam like nomads from desert to desert. Drought is upon their homeland. Barks of leaders break the still morning silence. The sound of feet pounding the ground as they run off into the distant echoes throughout the hillside. They hope to bring back news of water and hopefully food for their starving pack. Chanya watches her son advance with his team over the land. She waits and watches while the young bone hyena, Masai, sleeps.

"Masai. It is passed midday. Rise."
"Leave me alone." Masai said, still half asleep.
"Zulu should be returning with news any time now." At the mention of Zulu, Masai leaped from his sleeping place and ran to the mouth of the den. He strained his eyes and hope with all his might that his hero and beloved brother would bring home food and news of water.
"Do, do you think Zulu caught anything today?" he said with a big smile, watching for any sign of the hunting pack. Chanya dipped her head then raised her eyes to look at Masai. Masai, about to turn 3, was the only thing Chanya lived for. Without food or water, she wished she could pass on. When Masai was found, she was the only dog who protested that he be cared for by the pack. Nassor mocked her old ways and stated that she simply wanted another "better" son. Shamed by her own son, she decided to take Masai into her care, whether the pack liked the decision or not.

Wide eyed and still smiling, Masai turned to face Chanya. "I just know Zulu will bring back stories of how he killed the biggest and fastest gazelle! He's going to come riding in with his prize on his broad shoulders! Wouldn't that be amazing, Chanya?" Chanya nodded and met Masai at the mouth of the den.
"Masai, your brother is not of proper age to kill. He is more of a, scout than a killer." She said this as gingerly as possible, hoping to not hurt his feelings.
"Zulu will bring back kill and news! He has to! He will!You'll see!" Masai said as he laid down stubbornly. Chanya smiled and sat down next to him.
"By Nassor's hunting code." Chanya said softly.
"Nassor will never let me do anything because I'm different. He even said so himself! I'll never get to hunt." Masai said with a sadder tone.
"One day, my boy, one day."

As the African sun started to set, Masai became worried. "Chanya, I just can't take this any longer!" He says as he turns to her. "Can I?"
"Be back before darkness."
"Tana will know." he said, calling over his shoulders as he raced down the mountainside. At the bottom, he scrambles through the daily commotion of dogs laughing and howling. He spots Tana sitting under an acacia tree.
"Greetings." Tana says as he hears Masai run up.
"Will Zulu-"
"He is fine."
"How do you-" Masai says before he is cut off by Tana's glare. He knew better than to test an elder especially Tana. Tana turned his glare from Masai to the horizon.
"And they have brought food." Tana said, laughing. The pack was coming, a black outline against the setting sun...

"Zulu!" Masai cried "You're back!" He ran to greet his older brother.
"How is Chanya?" Zulu said bluntly.
"Her? You know her. Better than fine."
"Good."
"Any news?"
"Well," Zulu started "we found enough kill to last us forever!" His blue and green eyes glowed. Masai stood dumbfounded.
"How, how did you do it?" Masai asked, still in a daze.
"Nassor said it was fine to hunt on the lion's territory." He said, puffing his chest out.
"But Zulu, isn't that dangerous?"
"Not in the least bit. We have Nassor to help us defeat any lion that could ever stand against us!" Masai noticed the sudden pride that grew within his brother. He had no confidence in Nassor. In Masai's heart of hearts, he wished to overthrow him and lead the pack. Nassor was young and so was Masai. He figured it would be a while until he got his chance. He pondered upon these things as Zulu went endlessly on about his adventures...

The moon shown brightly over the Plains. Moonbeams hit Masai's beaming skull as he watched, helplessly from his cave. Zulu stood next to Chanya while she cried. She couldn't bear the sight of her people being taken from. Masai turned to see his beloved friend cry. It was then that a spark ignited within him. "No. I can't let them do this! Nassor's fault or not, somebody's got to take a stand!" He leaped from the edge of his den and landed on the smooth ground. He raised himself just in time to see Nassor dodge the paw of Shala. Engaged in battle, Nassor fought against Shala, the lead lioness of a near-by lion pride. He tried to pounce on her but she swiftly raised her paw again and landed a clear strike on his neck. He fell silently. The strong dogs from the pack tried to seize her but she quickly shook them to the ground. She growled angrily.
"You dumb dogs think you can take what is rightfully ours!" Shala yelled. "Well this is the last time you dogs will interfere with my pride's survival!" She growled and shot a cold stare at the crowd of male dogs watching. Masai poked his head through. She spotted him and cocked her head. "But you're not one of them, are you?" She said as she examined his face. She chuckled and turned to her lioness hunters. "Take what they have. Leave them nothing." She ordered.
"You...how dare you." Masai said under his breath, taking a brave step closer to Shala.
"Which one of you filthy dogs said that?" She screeched.
"I'm not a dog!" Masai yelled "And you can't take our food!"
"Why you little scum. Adana. Take care of the rat." She turned and walked to Nassor who was bleeding from where her claw had punctured him. She hit him again. "See what happens when you mess with my tribe! I have beaten your ruler. I can beat you too, every single one of you worthless beings!" Adana closed in on Masai. She purred and growled tauntingly but she did not scare him.
"You can take away everything from me but I will never be afraid! The hurt you have caused my family will not go unpunished. I will always seek to give it back! I will not go down until I know you're finished!" Masai yelled as he slashed Adana in the face. She fell back in pain. Masai jumped over her and landed right in front of Shala.
"This is not a game, boy. This is survival. Today is the day where my tribe survives and yours doesn't." Shala said quietly then leaped towards him. He embraced for impact. Her body hit him hard. He fell back and as she stood, he bit her neck. "Let go now or I will kill your-!" The words escaped her as Masai jabbed his claws into her side. She screamed in pain and fell. Masai did not let go until her body went cold.
"See what happens when you mess with my family." Masai whispered into her lifeless ear...

"This is symbolizes the blood which he shed in order to protect his family," Tana said as he painted Masai's skull with Miracle berry paste. "And this" Tana said as he painted his legs, "symbolizes his beginning of warrior training!" The crowd of dogs became loud and jubilant. They cheered their hero who had defeated the lioness. Masai stood on a rock, honored to be called a warrior in training.
"Chanya! I did it!" he said, smiling. She gave him a smile with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Yes, my boy, you did." Chanya said as she turned to Nassor. "My son, will you train him?"
"Never." Nassor growled. "This is his one moment of glory. A hyena could never hunt, fight or rule a dog pack. Let this be known. He will never be one of us." He turned and walked away from the celebration. Chanya dipped her head in sadness. She was so proud of Masai but she knew in her heart he would never be accepted. She looked on as the crowd cheered for him. She could only hope they would be willing to accept him when he grows older...

Use [for pet]:
Art: I love the design! I might even make adoptables (permission from donator first) of bone hyenas because it is such a cool and unique breed. He will definitely be seen around the oekaki.
Stories: I am considering finding an rp to join. If not used in an rp, his story will definitely be continued.
Loving: I use all my characters in art, stories, or as mascots. Take my art shop for example. He will never be left for dead in a folder.





In Depth With Masai

Likes:
He loves the highlands. He was taught by Zulu that fighting from the high ground is best.
Masai secretly chases after rhinos in the night. He stalks them and pretends he can take them all.
He loves his cave. He loves how his voice echoes. It makes him feel bigger.
He loves compliments.


Dislikes:
He has a terrible fear of the lowlands were Zulu was once attacked by lions.
He dislikes when he sees his family fight. He cannot stop them which makes him angrier.
He hates it when he is told he can't because in his mind, he can do anything.
He hates lectures from the pack leaders. He feels like they pick on him because he is different.

Age:
He was orphaned at birth.
He is barely 2 when the dog pack finds him.
He is almost three when he stands up against Shala.

Appearance:
He is brown with a white mane. He has dark brown spots that run from his shoulders to his tail. He has white spots on his hind legs. His skull is piercing white and is painted with Miracle berry paste, commonly found in Africa. He has green eyes with are said to glow when he is truly happy. His legs are painted with African mango juice that symbolize that he is in training and is not a full adult yet.






People In His Life:

Mate:
He is too young and he has never seen any other bone hyena.

Friends:

Chanya
Chanya, an old wild dog who is the mother of Nassor, the pack leader. She takes care and raises Masai without the approval of the rest of the pack. Her own son dislikes her decisions but Chanya believes in Masai. She hopes to live long enough to see Masai come to power as he was meant to be.
She is like the mother Masai never had. He can tell her anything. She loves him and he loves her. This powerful bond plays a great role in Masai becoming leader.

Zulu
His adopted brother who was also orphaned at birth. He is one of the few wild dogs who have compassion on Masai. He loves Masai with all his heart. He tries to keep him out of harm and out of the elders' hair. He is mature and responsible. He is Masai's greatest role model. He has a little bit of a pride issue like Masai due to the fact that Masai elevates him over any dog who has ever lived. Even with his flaws, Masai couldn't ask for a better older brother.

Enemies:

Nassor
He is Chanya's only son. She loves him but he is bitter. He is leader of the pack and he only treats the fittest with respect. He picks on Masai constantly and sets him up to fail. He is angered that his own mother won't take his side. He is not the best leader but he does protect the pack. He is very bossy and he loves attention. Legends are told about him that once a dog who was faster and stronger than he was stood against him. They say he killed him because of his love for power. Overall, Nassor is just one of the roadblocks Masai will have to face in order to become a true warrior.

Shala
She was the head hunter of the lion tribe. She was the tribe's secondary leader. She, like Nassor, hated anyone who couldn't do what she did. She killed off her own tribe members when they tried to rebel. She chased after those who tried to escape. She was cruel and unforgiving. She loved to prey on anyone she comes in contact with. She tried to kill Nassor and the entire dog pack but Masai ended up defeating her.


Background Information:





History Of The Bone Hyenas:

Scientific Classification

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Carnivora
Suborder: Feliformia
Family: Oshyaenae

The bone hyenas were a special species. They hunted only small prey and they lived deep in caves and caverns. They lived peacefully. The famine came and decreased the population but the majority managed. They migrated from place to place to find water and food. Little by little, food and water became very scarce. Only the strongest were promised life.

Their end was caused by humans. Their skins and claws were sold at modest prices but it was their bone heads were prized and sold for thousands of dollars. Some were taken as living specimens to colleges and labs for study. Few escaped and only lived for a short while because of the famine. Very few actually reproduced.



There used to be as many bone hyenas as any animal in Africa. Now, the population is down to 100 in the entire continent. They created many laws in the countries of Africa so hunters will be sentenced to 20-30 years in prison. The main problem today is that they live so far apart that they cannot reproduce. The species has become critically endangered. Researchers hoped to find more hyenas like Masai and bring them together in one general location. Maybe then the bone hyena will return.

Hammertime

[Jericho]

Well, strangely enough I've seen this guy before but I never saw him, if you know what I mean. Until I was browsing the available character list again and saw him I really saw him. And I fell in love. His design is so simple, yet I find it matches me so well and I knew I just had to try and adopt him. So here I am! Also, for permission to turn him into an anthro and maybe keep him that way (probably will not though):

You have my permission c:

(Main picture was made by Foxtrot55.)

As Wolf

“Why won't you just listen?”

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~Basic~

Username:
Foxtrot55
Kennel Number:
One hundred-Forty Seven (147)
Use:
Well, at first I wasn't sure what I would use him for, but as the days past I started to see it. Takumi, my old male fursona really doesn't suit me anymore, I made him two years ago and my life has changed almost completely since then. As I was drawn a bit of traditional art for him I was shocked to find myself falling in love with him more and more, and amazed by how much he was like me! Now, I can't completely tell you guys everything about me but here's some cool facts about us both that match.

• He has shaggy dark brown scene/emo cut hair
• He loves Aqua green
• He loves brackets (silicone bracelets are his favorite)
• He likes soft rock music
• And a ton more but....its personal.

If you still don't get what my point is in telling you this well...If I win he will be my new male fursona, my old one will retire.
Oh and for permission to make him into my male fursona:

Of course you can c:

Name:
Indy

The meaning of the name Indy is Independent.

Nick Name:
Di (Pronounced - Dee)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Anthro - Wolfdog [German Shepherd x Timberwolf]
Age:
Approx. 4 and half years old in wolf years and 17 in human years.
His Home:
New York is the most populous city in the United States, and the center of the New York Metropolitan Area, one of the most populous metropolitan areas in the world. New York exerts a significant impact upon global commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment. The home of the United Nations Headquarters, New York is an important center for international diplomacy and has been described as the cultural capital of the world. The city is also referred to as New York City or The City of New York to distinguish it from the State of New York, of which it is a part.

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~Digging Deeper~

Personality:
For someone who doesn't speak Indy has loads of personality, through his eyes and actions not his words. You can tell how he's feeling if you look close enough or know him well. A simple glance in a direction can tell you exactly what he wants or if he's about to get mad at someone or something. But, miss the warning signs and you can find yourself getting pounded into the dirt within seconds of his warning. He doesn't really care for people, or anything else to be honest. As you will see, later on in his live he begins to talk, but still he prefers not to and only talks to certain people/animals. He answers in short simple form, and doesn't talk in large crowds. He has a habit of running his hand through his hair when he's stressed or angry. But don't let his almost scary outside turn you away. He's just never been cared for the way he should have.
History:
Some people will never truly understand my story, for some it may take years to fully understand.

I never speak. Ya, go ahead roll you eyes. No. Seriously. I never speak. But anyway, you'll find out why later. All you need to know about me is that I was born to an abusive family. Well, my dad was a abusive. My mom? Dead. I don't remember her. so ya, I was left to deal with my violent and abusive dad alone. Living at home was hard, and I usually went to bed with cuts and bruises. But I made it through. I did my best to stay away from dad most of the time, but wen it was too cold or rainy I was forced to stay inside and pray he because drunk before he found me curled up in the closet. Life went on... and when my dad died from alcohol poisoning I was shipped off to the foster program. Day after day I had people come, tell me "Hey kid, everything's going to be ok!", and leave. ut noting was 'ok', to be honest, it was far from 'ok'. I didn't want to be here! I wanted to go back home, and never see this teen reject filled place again. I was picked on daily, bullied like you wouldn't believe, and no one would take me into a foster home. No one thought they could handle my 'damaged' spirit. They thought because I didn't talk I had a lot of 'baggage'. But I didn't! They just won't listen! I was begging for them to hear me, but their ears were closed. I felt like I was creaming into the darkness, lost in a nightmare, but no one could hear me...they couldn't see past the things that mismatched on the surface.
One day I was put in a car and driven to a country home some where at the edge or town. Apparently someone had decided to give a shot at fostering me for a while. I didn't care, they wouldn't listen ether...I grab my dark blue messenger bag and slowly climb out of the car and follow the social worker up to the house. We were greeted by a man in his late 30's and a woman who seemed to be all smiles. "Welcome Indy! So glad you came!" She exclaimed motioning for us to come inside. I, of course, didn't say a word but continued looking over the house. They watched me for a moment, waiting to see my reaction...waiting to see if I would speak. But I never did and finally they wandered over to the kitchen and began filling out the due paperwork. I sat down on one of their run down arm chairs and fiddled with the zipper on my sweater as I listened to them talk. They were whispering, trying to make it so I couldn't hear....but I could. "So he never talkes? Ever?" I hear the woman ask. "Never. I've known him for three years and I've never heard even the slightest noise. At first we thought maybe something was actually wrong, but the doctors checked it out and they found nothing that would stop him from talking....he just doesn't." the social worker replied and out of the corner of my eye I see the man look at me, the expression on his face showing he was wondering if this was a good idea. The man looked back to his wife and gave her concerned look, "You sure about this hun? I mean, there's always another kid...." he said softly. The lady also gave a worried look but shook her head, "No Tim...He needs this. I really think this is what he needs. A loving home." she said her voice showing this was what she wanted to do. Jax quietly pulled a small notepad and pen from his pocket and wrote something done on it quickly in his messy handwriting. He stood quickly and walked over to them, dumping the notepad on the table in front of them before running outside. He didn't want to hang around any longer. He had written on the note-

WIP

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~More About Me~

Love:
None, and not looking anytime soon.
Favorite Quotes:

Being independent is the best choice anyone can ever make.
Don't rely on someone else for happiness, ever.
You make it happen.

Theme Song:
The Downtown Fiction • I Just Wanna Run
Favorite Food:
Anything! Food is gooooooood. But he really loves pizza, coke, and BBQ chips.
Favorite Places to Go:
There's this little hidden place behind a dumpster near the towns school. He made sort of like a get-away behind it. Lots of things he's collected from over the years is hidden behind there, along with a bin with a blanket, some chocolate bars, and other things for when he runs away.
Favorite Person in Indy's life:
No one, cause no one listens.
Favorite Stone:
Chrysophase
Favorite Number:
144? Yep, 144. Don't ask why cause he doesn't know.
Favorite Color:
Indy loves the color aqua-green, which is the same color as his favorite stone. He's trying to find a bracelet with that color.
Favorite Flower:
Green Jewel
Favorite Day:
For some weird reason, Indy loves Friday. He has no idea why but he loves Friday. Maybe because its like 'fries', which he loves.
Likes:
Indy likes the color aqua-green, he likes bracelets and can never been found with out at least four on each arm (and usually never the same bracelet more than one day in a row), he loves pizza with extra meat, running, listening to soft rock music, and horses.
Dislikes:
Indy dislikes people who don't listen, being bored, being cold, getting ignored, movies with lots of romance (yuck), and being in crowds with lots of people.

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~Art of Indy~

Colored by Foxtrot55
*WARNING* Nude Anthro *WARNING*
Completely drawn by Foxtrot55 (Lines, shading, coloring.)

Hammertime

[Vespur]

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-Have we Met?

Username:Absoli
Kennel Number:Number 3
Name:Solical~Refering to Solar Star as in the sun.
Gender [of pet]:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Wolf, Hyena Mix.
Age: 16 Years old

-Go Under my Skin

Personality [of pet]:Secretive- She can be very quiet about things in her past or even about the daily things in her life. Normally she was outgoing to tell others about it a while ago but when they started to tease her about things like her father's death or take pity on her for it she decided to keep the things she had long ago secret to her. Why Be that way? Well, over time she was a person to let out her true feelings to teachers as well as friends. Easy. Though, when she began to noitce her words of truth becoming lies or even hated she began to just give the poeple what they wanted which was her own words hidden form view. If she trusts you she might let some feelings out as well as her mostly guarded secrets, though don't consider in a first meet that she would just throw out some tales of her past or feelings. Earn her trust and win her secrets, but hurt her with them and she will become your worst friend you ever found.
Loner- A while ago she earned this title. I guess she got in when she started slowly drawing away from others in her life to daydream instead, but even them she was a loner before hand because of the small groups of friends she had. A loner suits her just fine but at times she wishes for more then just the small group of friends she has, as well she hates begin left out of happenings which pushes her to loner. She does try to get this up to maybe more then this, but she knows it might take some time.
Though one thing is she is never a loner, she does hang out if you asked.
Caring-Shown as easy as light. Sometimes she is considered as cruel on the outside, but to herself she is pure as golden to others. Inside she is caring as much as she could be to backstabbers, and haters to her. She does care enough to even try to get them to change as well as saying nice things to them, so even though words say she is mean she does have a sort of deep down caring side that does show when she is aroudn nice people like herself. She can be protective of her friends feelings which then hurt with light the cruel side, but sometimes even in the mist she would give her life for others. She does hope though it will never come to that but if it did she would thats for sure.
Sometimes Cruel- As said about she can be mean. She has a half that loves to see others she hate to suffer or to even leave her with a worst day. She doesn't care less about them then her other half. This side is all about the anger boiling up inside of her each moment you speak or even try to hurt her in ways you already did, and sometimes she could use even that against you in the war. This side is very hard to get form Jordan unless you like punch a friend of hers or even to her. So considering that its very hard to see this come out, but don't think its ever gone form her because deep down a small flame of anger is always lighted for the ready.
Quiet&Shy-Easy to say. Younger she was quiet aroud others her words kept locked, and it was hard for her to earn friends with her quiet personality. Now though she has a more outgoing type of way, but don't think for a moment that if she a cute guy it would be easy to say hello. She does get shy around those things that present themselves so even then its hard to break a long time habit of begin shy around better girls then herself as well as guys.
Background/History [of pet]:wip
Likes:
Dislikes:
Theme Song:
Life Quote:

-What will I be for you Owner?

Use [for pet]:I would enjoy to make this character a new Funsona or mine with many new drawings I might do. The design suits me well enjoy with the skull which to me would be like a mask I use everyday. It kind of is me in a way so I would wish to own it for future drawings on traditional art as well as my start of digital in the near future.
Art:
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Notes: Finish soon, I have lost my muse. Thank you. ~Absoli

Hammertime