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[Solanum]

Oh my... So many kennels that I love Dx
3, 23, 24, 78, 85, 108, 177, 232, 259

[Wesley]

original form
warning for brief sexual themes in the song lyrics
but baby there you go again, there you go again
making me love you
i stopped using my head, using my head
let it all go
got you stuck on my body, on my body
like a tattoo
and now i'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid
crawling back to you
one more night - maroon 5
Username: wesleydog
Kennel Number: Kennel 78
Use: I applied for the original designs made on this lineart by Syra, and I didn't win. These two were made as a consolation for Syra herself, and now that she donated them, I see it as a new chance to try my hand at redeveloping them. |D

It has been a long time since I've had a couple that was simply inseparable. Their names were Harviele and Wilfineom, and they were a strange couple, sort of a love-hate relationship. I wanted to base this relationship between Adelardo and Fedora more on inseparable love but still keeping within the love-hate relationship, because the way they snuggle together and look so amazing combined, just screams out that they must have a unique story about how they love each other. Of course, every relationship still has its bumps. I'd like to provide them with a unique history, alone and together, that gives them personality and meaning. I'd gladly provide them with a shared page on my character website, because they simply must be together. I'd love them and give them a home, a permanent one, that will take great care of them and love them constantly. I'll buy them art, especially seasonal, because I simply need a picture of them under the mistletoe. I will personally try to make them art, and I will do my best to ensure that they have a home that lasts forever, all on a heart. <3
- About the character -
Name: Adelardo & Fedora
Adelardo
→ Adelardo is a male name of Old Greek origin meaning "daring prince."
Something 'bout the way you smile
Brings tears to my eyes.
I knew it from the moment,
You said you couldn't cry.
I cry the tears you can't, and I see your precious love,
And while I see your face, I know there's no love ranked above.
Every step I take,
I need you by my side.
I cannot live without you,
Just like the moon is needed by the tide.

Fedora
→ Fedora is a female name of Greek origin derived from Theodora and meaning "God's gift."
The lock on my heart is a mystery,
And the long-lost key is history.
But why not stay a while,
So we can say we shared a s m i l e ?
Gender: Male & Female
Species and/or specific breed:
[fox;;]
[wood fox (crab-eating fox);;]


[fox;;]
[island fox;;]


*Both Adelardo and Fedora are shapeshifters, meaning that they can morph from human form into fox form and back.



Personality: I weeded out the personalities I had written for the original Adelardo & Fedora, the infamous kennel 6.
Adelardo;
Adelardo is the sort of boy that melts a heart like a thin layer of ice. His beautiful, large eyes and his fantastic features are sure to stick in anyone's mind, and he uses these things to his advantage. He's very sweet and considerate, always thinking of others before himself. He's a gentleman, like the one that's likely to hold open a door for a lady or help an elderly woman across the street. His compassionate attitude adds bonus points to his abilities with girls, and though he knows of many girls that swoon over him, his loyalty allowed him to fall for only one, Fedora. Before he had become his present self, a gentleman-ly lover, however, he was a heart breaker. No one knows how he got broken into, turned inside out from evil to sweet, but it is expected that perhaps it was because he felt such a pull towards Fedora. He is very assertive, so it is no surprise that he saw her first. But before all of this, he had been a bit of a bad boy. He broke many hearts with his "Alejandro" sort of attitude. However, he still had all of the girls wishing he was theirs. He always had that special technique for luring someone in. Perhaps it was his appearance to begin with, not his personality, because bad boy was hardly the lover that one would like to have. He was sort of emo, a gothic masterpiece. He was very emotional and touchable, and he had no confidence in himself to stop someone from hurting his feelings. He was not emotionally strong, and he found himself in tears more than anything else. But after years of the same life style, he changed. His features, his looks, his attitude. He changed everything about himself to make a more loving, less confused figure. This shows tremendous loyalty towards those that he loves, and it is very evident that he would never do anything to lose Fedora, even though they butt heads more often than not.

He's stayed a tad bashful, shy to meeting others, but he does find that once he gets out of his shell and enjoys himself in reality, he has a lot more in common with others than he thinks. Still though, he is very solitary towards other people. He'd rather be with her or alone, and no where with others. Keeping this in mind, though, he's not disrespectful on any senses or matters, and he's willing to be kind to every poor soul that he comes across, but he tries not to go out of his comfort zone into meeting new people on his own free will. He's very considerate, and would gladly give up the last bite of prey to someone worth while, and apart from Fedora, who he holds dearly to his heart in the strangest little ways, he sees nearly each other person on the same level as the last. He has his one close friend, the only person he ever knew how to keep, but others, he values the same. He's very trustworthy and reliable, and thankfully, these features come with his loyalty. He can keep the biggest, darkest secret from anyone if told to, but he's not much of a secret maker. If told secrets, he holds a promise not to breathe a word to a soul about it, but he isn't big on making his own secrets, because he feels as if he must be like an open book to Fedora.

He's a tad too open about himself with others at times, and this leads to misunderstandings, but he never tries to confuse or hurt anyone. Honesty is the best policy, and Adelardo is very strong in this category. Perhaps a tad too strong. One thing, however, about Adelardo, that stands out more than any other thing, is how much he stays true to himself. He's always one for believing in himself, and self confidence is vital to life, but he's never one to boast or brag. Adelardo gets so upset and frustrated so easily. This is one of his darkest traits, because he tends to show a very destructive side whenever he's upset. Lots of thinks provoke him, and he goes full-force in an argument. He's not afraid to fight his way into things, which often leaves Fedora offended in their almost love-hate relationship that's so shaky and unstable, yet so permanently loyal. After all, Fedora is completely irresistible. He's all around a goody-goody, but as for Fedora... well, opposites attract.



Fedora;
If Adelardo is an open book, then Fedora is certainly a closed one. She didn't have the greatest past, and she's not the most affectionate or well-behaved fox, but she does have potential talents, and generally, she loves her heart out on Adelardo. She knows how to make a guy fall for her, and she can definitely find a way to keep him. She's shady, and way more into secrets than Adelardo. However, she still doesn't share other's secrets, as she likes to greedily keep all facts to herself. She's an observer, and she loves to look at life in different ways. She has a tendency to follow what she sees others do, like a small puppet on a string, and she takes in facts like a notebook or computer. She's very intelligent, and this enables her to do so well at remembering things and collecting facts, little prizes that she gets nearly every day. She had started observing Adelardo before they became lovers, and evidently, she liked what she saw. She's a little more drastic and dramatic than Adelardo, and she tends to take things personally.

Outwardly, she has a little protective wall built around her emotions, hiding them from the world. She is not readable like Adelardo, and she refuses to speak of anything personal. When she's happy, she is very adoring and loving, more kind than she can be when there is no general emotion going on through her mind. When she's sad, she doesn't cry, and it almost appears as if she's missing her tear ducts. She's only cried once in her life, long before she even met Adelardo, and like many other things that she prefers to hide rather than share, she's kept it a secret all of her life. Her mother dying of cancer, and her stepmum coming in to "save the day". All of her hope was lost, and because of this, she cried and cried. Perhaps, she cried her tears out, and this is why she seems unable to produce any real tear or sad emotion.

When she's angry, Fedora is like a volcano of lava and fire, erupting more actively than it should be. She prefers to isolate herself from others whenever she is mad, because she doesn't want to hurt those of us who still have feelings. Sometimes, though, she forgets to be this considerate, and frequently goes off on people, making them feel absolutely terrible. With her slight anger management problem and her very rough past, it may seem like she should be the one to need someone to cling onto, someone to hold her tight and help her work her problems out. But this, rather, is not the case. She's the stronger of the couple, emotionally and physically, and she seems to be the balance-beam support for Adelardo, rather than the other way around. She's full of secrets and surprises, and her actions and words are completely unpredictable. Like Adelardo, she prefers to keep to herself, unless he is in the matters.

Even though Fedora is absolutely unbearable because her personality is so overwhelming and her mood swings are unpredictable, once she's brought you into her little trap, you're there for good. No one has ever fallen in love with Fedora that has ended up later forgetting her. She's that unforgettable girlfriend that you'll track years down the road to see if she's still single, even if you're married. She's not particularly seductive; she's simply appealing in the most unbelievable ways.

Fedora's life is like one big book with a lock on it, needing a key. And whenever that lock is opened, and the key is found, the words are smeared, and illegible. She seems to prefer this much more rather than being a readable book, open and dusty, hoping that someone will come along and turn its pages once more. She is very reliable with secrets, like Adelardo, but she's not always the most honest person around. Secrets and lies are her language, and she often doesn't even open up to Adelardo's very own key to her heart.



History/Background: Completed now
Recycled some from my old form, but scrapped and re-wrote other parts
I apologize for the length. I tried to leave white space and add dividers to make it more bearable
This section contains four independent stories, which is the reason for the length

Independent pasts:
Adelardo was placed into an orphanage after the mysterious disappearance of both of his parents. He was discovered alone in an apartment by Children's Services as a six year-old boy after a call in from a concerned citizen who seemed a bit suspicious of the arrangement. He was moved into Orthodox Boy's Orphanage where he was given an excellent education and discovered a knack for reading. He attended public school with both girls and boys, and he developed an "emo" or "scene" bad-boy image. Because he was so unique in character, it was nearly impossible to find a foster home for Adelardo that stuck. Because of this, he often felt forsaken at the orphanage. He received a room alone, however, which pleased him very much. At around the age of twelve or thirteen, the director of the orphanage Miss Maya moved him into a foster home with the Baxters, his best friend Lucas, and the bully of the orphanage, Buzz. This arrangement seemed to stick, and he lived with the family until he was eighteen. At the age of eighteen, he got an apartment alone and began living independently.
Adelardo--
Adelardo walked down the narrow hallway of his foster home with Buzz and Lucas bordering the walls on either side of him. Lucas had a huge smile planted on his face as he playfully punched Adelardo's shoulder, while Buzz had a frown on his face, never one to share in joy. Adelardo wasn't really sure what he was supposed to think. He just closed his eyes and tried with all of his might to produce some sort of smile. The best that he could come up with was an odd little stiff straight-line mouth, one that tried to be happy, but couldn't, because of the state of depression that its wearer was in. Adelardo had been like this for the longest time that he could remember. He usually didn't talk much, but when he had something to say, it was usually very meaningful. He'd been very spacey ever since he and his pal had been moved into the same foster home as Buzz, the well-known too-tough from the Orthodox Boy's Orphanage. It had just been another curse, the move from there to here, and Adelardo wished with all of his might that he was back at the orphanage, racing down the stairs to get a piece of pizza, and heading outside where he could independently get some fresh air. But Miss Maya - director of the orphanage - absolutely would not have it. She had made it her personal mission to search for months for a foster home for this troublesomely monotone boy and his energetic best friend. While Adelardo knew that she was trying to help, he could only see the negative sides of this arrangement. First and foremost, Buzz was with the bully of the bunch, the tough guy that would always be the one to put you in your place and tell you what's what. Adelardo was now forced to spend every waking moment with him. But secondly, Adelardo could no longer be an independent soul. He couldn't sneak off to the woods where he could easily shift into his fox form peacefully without another word to a mean boy or a hyperactive freak. Now he was closely watched from minute to minute, expected to love Buzz and Lucas like his very own brothers, expected to love Mr. and Mrs. Baxter like parents, and expected to spend quality family time with the four and their dog.

Nothing had ever been more torturous for Adelardo in all of his life as family walks to the park, movie night on Fridays, and sporting games on the weekends. He was a quiet and independent soul, much more keen on his fox form exploring in the park. He could only find one positive thing to this life, and that in itself was books. He had his own personal library that he'd collected ever since his older sister had died. A collection of dramas, tragedies, mysteries, and love stories that kept his eyes and his mind entertained for hours upon hours staying up all night to finish each and every page of a book. But now, it was taken right from his hands, his quality time with the woody pages of books and the sappy trees of his favorite woods, located directly by the orphanage.

Sadly, Adelardo trailed into the large kitchen side-by-side to his "brothers", the only people that he hated more than the spunky "parents" that he had been placed with this time. It was always like this - in one foster home and out the other. It'd been nearly three years since he'd been able to stick with one. Adelardo took his seat next to Mr. Baxter, and stared at his plate of eggs as if he were trying to liquidate him with his eyes alone. How many times had he told them that he was a vegetarian? This wouldn't last all of his life of course, but in this phase, he was deathly reluctant to touch any form of animal meat. "Something wrong?" Buzz nudged his elbow with his own and smiled maniacally before devouring his own eggs. "Now I want you boys to straighten up your room after we eat," said Mrs. Baxter. "Then, we can go for a walk in the park!" Adelardo rolled his eyes and looked at Lucas's excited response to this news. Oh boy, kill me now, he thought as he squinted his eyes at the plate of white and yellow aliens. Let the torture begin. Adelardo was quite sure that being starved in a cell, anything really, would be better than this...

Adelardo stood up from his seat at the table and pushed the wooden chair back in. He looked back down at his plate; he hadn't touched anything but his fork ever since the plate was delivered to him. He slowly picked it up and walked over to the sink, deciding to just dump the eggs casually into the trash can on the way to putting the plate in the sink. His smooth plan was completely ruined by the loud voice of Lucas breaking into his thoughts. "Hey! Are you done with those? Can I have them?" the boy was nearly bouncing around with excitement and it took everything good inside of Adelardo to keep from reaching out and hitting the energetic and annoying boy. He was being too much of a bother to Adelardo, the calmer, more kept to himself sort of person. "Of course," he rolled his eyes, easily noticing that it took only a second after the words left his lips until Lucas attacked the plate in his hand, swallowing one of the eggs down whole. It would be such a joy to clean his room with these boys, thought Adelardo. Generally, Adelardo was a bit OCD. Quite frankly, he enjoyed things being neat, orderly, and clean. Back at the orphanage, he'd been the keeper of his small older boy's room, a room that he shared with no one at the time before he'd come here. Each weekend, he'd dust his bookshelf and the headboard of his bunk bed. He never cared to climb up to the top bunk as it was usually infested with a spider web of some sort, something that Adelardo would always prefer to stay away from. Each weekend, when dusting the bookshelf, Adelardo would take off every last book, and afterwards, he'd go through them all, arranging them by different things each week: size, shape, color, alphabetical, or any other order that could keep Adelardo busy for a while.

He had a feeling as Buzz and Lucas stood up that he'd be the only one doing any sort of work, and after tromping up the stairs, he found himself quite right. Buzz walked through the door way and plopped down on his single bed, the poor bed creaking under his overwhelming weight. He pushed his hands and arms back behind his head and his shirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing a roll of his stomach. Adelardo shook slightly as he got the shivers, buzzed back into reality by the ghastly sight. Adelardo put himself to work by putting the clothes on the floor into the hamper and pushing the clock back on the desk to clear more room for other treasures. Several minutes after Adelardo had begun his organizing and Buzz had begun his nap, Lucas bounced up the stairs eagerly. He walked into the boys' room, closing the door behind him, and awkwardly walked over to the bunk bed. He climbed the ladder and sat on the top, bouncing up and down and watching Adelardo with large, watery eyes. Adelardo finally set down the dusting apparatus after a while, and Buzz hopped up. "Addy," he said rudely, barging his elbow right into Adelardo's side. "It sure did take you long enough!" He stood from the bed and waited for Lucas and Adelardo to follow him down the stairs. Adelardo shot the back of Buzz's head a resentful look, but he kept his head facing forward and showed no other sign of body language as he walked down the stairs waiting for the real horror to begin. The walk. He had the most embarrassing "family" ever.

"Boys, it's time to go," Mrs. Baxter agreed. Only moments before, she'd gone upstairs to inspect the job that Adelardo had done of cleaning the three boys' room. Obviously, his job had been well done, because she made no extra comment or criticism as he walked into the room, Buzz and Lucas slowly trailing behind him, Buzz especially hesitant to leave the comfort of his video game. Mrs. Baxter shrugged into a nice tan jacket before they left the house, and the five of the "family" walked out of the door, only the beginning of their awkward walk. It was so odd to be observing themselves in such detail, but Adelardo couldn't help but silently point out each and every awkward thing in his mind. None of us children look alike, he thought, only the beginning of his seemingly endless list of things that could be changed to make them the slightest normal family. Only Mrs. Baxter is wearing a coat, Buzz's socks don't match, and I look sleep deprived, he added to the list. It was almost as if he could tick off every possible wrong thing for the wrong kind of family on a large checklist full of life's mistakes. He tried to occupy himself by looking at the sights around him: the cracks that were carved into the concrete sidewalk through weathering, the tree stumps that were the remainders of great, tall trees, swept down by the area's latest storms, and the blue jay that soared so gallantly and pridefully above their awkward group, making them only look much worse in comparison. He shivered slightly as he looked up into the wings, and ignored everything else around him except for the bird. He was held in awe for the creature. This was a talent that Adelardo possessed. Preferring his animal form to anything else, he always had more of a fascination for and connection with animals of all shapes and sizes. He squinted his eyes a bit tighter, trying to ignore the jumping boy next to him, making out a park bench. He locked his target like a gunman might lock his target, and he made up his mind. He was going to plant himself on that bench the entire time that they were there. That way, he could be alone for a while, and he would get to enjoy a bit more of nature's finest gifts - peace and quiet.



Fedora was born to two loving parents. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer when Fedora was eleven, and she eventually died after the stage-four severity of it spread to her lungs. Fedora's father was destined to live a life on his own after this incident in Fedora's opinion, but he did not see eye-to-eye with her. Fedora forever mourned the loss of her mother, her very best friend, but Fedora's father was more than able to move on. He remarried a woman named Farrah, who easily fit the role of Fedora's "wicked stepmother." Fedora had kept the death of her mother a secret from her friends all of her life. She had explained that the woman had left Fedora and her father for another man, and she acted as though she hated even the thought of her mother. She openly expressed her hatred of Farrah to her friends as well. While Farrah tried to build a bond with Fedora, she was never able to accept her as family. She simply tried too hard. Fedora's relationship with her father became a bit rocky, but she easily showed him more respect and favoritism than Farrah, who she never dared to address as anything but simply her name, "Farrah." When Farrah and Fedora's father had a child, Fedora was frightened that she would be replaced in her father's heart. However, she grew very close to her little sister, and she always knew that her father loved her more than he loved Farrah and her daughter. At nineteen, Fedora moved out and began attending the local community college. She was eager to get away from her evil stepmum, but is always happy to receive a visit from her father and little half-sister.
Fedora--
Fedora stumbled down the stairs of the two-story house, groggy with sleep. Her eyes were clouded with exhaustion, and her face was planted in a deep frown. Today was not a day for anything. Did she really have to go to school? "Good morning, Glory," her father said sarcastically. His eyes looked over the brim of his glasses, and his face peered out from behind his newspaper, disturbed from the loud banging that Fedora had made on her way down the stairs. "Ugh, Dad," she addressed him. Her pajamas were still on, and she hadn't found any reason to change. She was not going to school. "Oh, Fedora!" overly eager, Farrah, Fedora's stepmum turned away from her cooking at the stove and smiled an incredibly toothy smile. "I'm so glad you're awake! Emily's mom called, and she's coming over tonight so that you can babysit her! Isn't that wonderful?" Fedora slammed her forehead onto the light-wood table with a loud bang. She didn't care. When you had the motivation of anger, nothing hurt. "Uggghhhh!" she let loose an exaggerated sigh and left her head on the table, slowly closing her eyes. "Fedora!" her father exclaimed. "Is that any way to treat your mother?" he questioned her. The 38 week-pregnant woman's stomach was so exaggerated and plump. The baby could come any day now.

Her birth mother, the only woman she cared about, had died when she was younger, died of lung cancer, and she had ended up cursed with this woman who baked burnt toast in an oven. When Farrah and Fedora's father had announced that "they" were pregnant, Fedora all but ran away from home. Her father had to decide to start a human's life, and had to decide to fall in love with her! Sure, it brought income, and sure, the woman was pregnant (but didn't that just cost them more money? another child?), but she'd preferred the apartment that they'd had years before, just her and her father, no woman coming into the picture and absolutely destroying her life. Fedora walked back upstairs and ran into bed, covering her face with the sheets. Suddenly, the covers were lifted from her head, and she screamed, stopping short, mid-thought. "Dad! Can't you knock?" she screamed loudly. "Get up," he replied, eyes squinted. "You're going to school." Fedora glared at him and got up from her bed as her father shut the door behind him, leaving the room once more.

Sulkily, Fedora made her way over to her dresser, ever so very slowly. She pulled open the top drawer, and looked into the stacks of shirts with disgust. Her father had mixed one of Farrah's shirts in with hers on accident. She picked the thing up, pinching it with two fingers, and threw it out of her door. She sighed, closing the door to her room again. Immediately, she shut the drawer that had been contaminated by the woman's clothing. It would take at least forty eight hours until they were good for wearing again. She pulled open the second drawer down, pulling out a striped teal and grey tee with a hood and hand pockets like a sweatshirt. She unfolded it carefully, and threw it on the bed. She closed that drawer as well and reached down to the bottom drawer, pulling out a dark-washed pair of skinnies, perfect for the shirt. She set it next to the shirt, and slowly, still acting like a stunted turtle, lifted the pajama shirt over her head, finally wiggling out of it. She pulled the striped shirt over her head and changed her pants, making her way over to the mirror. She looked at her hair in disgust and let out a deep moan. It looked as if something had landed a military ambush on her head or something. She walked to the bathroom and dropped her pajamas in the hamper, then opened the cabinet and pulled out her brush. Her watch beeped. Eight o'clock. She was going to be late. She swept her hair up and added a large clip to hold it up in a messy bun, using a few bobby pins to hold down her hair. She placed another black bobby pin in her pocket and ran back to her room, pulling on some socks and hightops. She ran down the stairs, speedy this time, hoping to get to school just so that she wouldn't have to experience any more house-drama.

She grabbed her lunch from the fridge and her backpack from the hallway by the door. She ran out the door, not bothering to ask for a ride, but more importantly, not bothering to shout 'I love you'. Who was there to listen and love her back anyhow? Love was such a stupid word. She ran on the sidewalk and j-walked at the corner, only hoping to get to class in time. As she reached the yard of New Heights Public Middle School, the first bell rang, and a few children still on the yard walked into the school at her side. She took a left when they took a right and stuffed her things into her locker. What did she need to grab now? A few books and a binder in hand, she rushed off to homeroom, where she was greeted by Miss Farley, with a not-so-kind, "You're late." Hah - she gulped. So it hadn't been the first bell.

Fedora was in Pre-Algebra, scribbling down a few answers on her pop quiz, when she received the news that made her break the lead in her pencil. Or maybe, it was more significant that she had received news that would change her life forever. "Fedora?" Mr. Mace said the name loudly enough that she jumped when she heard it. "I promise - I wasn't cheating this time!" Fedora shouted, immediately defensive. She had come up with the two answers on her paper very independently, and she was willing to defend her answers and her hard work. "I can show you the steps!" she guaranteed him holding up a paper with a few pencil markings, doodles, and math problems. A few snickers passed over the children in a nervous sort of way. "Fedora, that's enough," said Mr. Mace, getting up to take her quiz. "You're leaving. Your father is in the office, here to pick you up. Apparently, he has some news," he said. Fedoras eyes widened, and she snapped her pencil's tip as she stood up to gather her things. Here? In the office? What on earth could he possibly be here for? She walked out of the door, supplies and books in arms, and stopped at her locker to pack her bookbag back up. It had only been a few hours since she'd unpacked it. It was odd to be leaving so soon. She walked into the office to find her dad is his green jacket, rocking back and forth on his toes nervously, a big smile and a bead of sweat decorating his face. "What's going on?" she squinted her eyes suspiciously at his nervous face. Something big was what was going on, and she could feel it running through her blood stream with a pulse. Her fingers tingled as they often did when she got nervous, but she didn't smile or frown, never one to show much emotion after all. Her father looked at her. "Well," he said. "Fedora," he motioned for her to sit down, but she squinted her eyes shut tighter and remained standing. "I'm not sure how you're going to take this," he gulped. "But... Farrah is having her baby," he finished, his smile widening. "What?" she exclaimed, dizzy in the head, her face hot and turning red in an angry blush. No, please. Not now. Please tell me he's lying. "Yes," he said. "And we're going to go see her."

It seemed as if time had passed too quickly whenever Fedora and her father, inside their automobile, turned into the parking lot of the hospital, the view of trees and cars now gone. Today was the last day she was an only child. She couldn't deal with so much change at once, and she just wanted to get away from it all. Every bad occasion left her personality stronger, her voice gruffer, herself more solitary. Didn't they realize that they were the ones forcing her into her shell of attitude? Her "parents" were simply ruining her life, and she wished that she could scream this as she slowly unloaded her from the car. She tried to imagine her new duties as a "big sister". Diaper changing, feeding the baby, cleaning up all of the messes. She was sure that everything of any worth in her room would meet destruction immediately. She was expected to be the baby's positive influence. She wasn't sure that she could live up to that title. She stepped up on the concrete curb, rapidly approaching the building's automatic double doors. This place was always dreaded for Fedora. She'd been here when the words had left a doctor's mouth. "I'm sorry, but we've done everything we can for her." Her mother had 3 days left, three full days of pain and agony of carrying a load of cancer on her back, and three days to spend for the last time with her loved ones. Fedora could remember that as a child she would have done anything she could to take that cancer from her mom, let her mom live on with her dad, because they were always so happy like that. Fedora pondered at the possibility of one day having someone that great to love her, someone as great as her dad to love her. She shook her head, knowing this could never be the case. As she turned back to her father, she squinted her eyes. "I can't go in there," she said, suddenly feeling small and scared. "I can't go into that building any more. You can never leave a place like this happy." Her father looked at her with an emotionless face. It was so full of emotion, anyhow, that it appeared emotionless.

"Hatter," he said softly, as he'd always called her when her mother was still alive, a little play on her name it had been, and every time he said it in her toddler years, she'd giggled and pulled his ear. "I miss her, too," he said, "but now we have to go and support Farrah. Come on," his expression changed to determined. "Farrah needs you," he said. "And she really needs me." He grabbed her arm and walked into the double doors and pulled Fedora all the way up to the front desk, where they met a nice-looking woman in a nurse's shirt. "Hello," she said. "Who are you here for?" she asked. "I'd like to see Farrah Matley," he replied. Fedora watched, terrified, this man that she no longer knew. "Room 203," replied the woman, but Fedora's father had already turned around, walking towards the elevator. This day was the most eventful for her father. Better than the day that Fedora was born. She just knew he didn't love her any more; she could see it written plainly in his face. She felt pain in her heart, pain that she could not express.

Moku, Fedora's father, pushed through the door of room 203. The room was quiet, except for a small cry and a bit of a laugh, quite bubbly, coming from around the corner of the curtain. He'd held Farrah's hand as she delivered the baby. He'd waited until the labor was done to go pick Fedora up. He didn't want to miss it. He pushed Fedora through as she imagined the tears that she couldn't cry rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to run the second that he let go of her, but she was held in awe by the young body that Farrah silently caressed. The small figure twitched slightly, and Moku's eyes widened tremendously. He looked down at his new daughter, a beautiful human baby, and smiled. "Amina," he breathed. "Amina Yami Matley," said Farrah softly, her eyes catching on Fedora for the first time. Fedora could avoid her gaze no longer. Sadness deepened in her heart. It dwelled there with the sound of the name, Yami, her mother's name. It was the baby's middle name, and she was absolutely sure that it was more meaningful to her than to anyone else in the room. Moku backed off from Fedora, going closer to his wife, as the nurse peeked in. Fedora stood alone in the corner, and she looked over at the three on the other side of the room, her father now talking to the nurse as he took the baby up in his arms. She looked at their faces; how happy they were; and it dawned on her, not for the first time, that she was only a burden to their perfect family. But as her father placed the little baby girl's head on his shoulder softly, the baby gazed at Fedora with her wide green eyes. In those eyes, Fedora saw curiosity, sleepiness, but she also saw a little sister that she was supposed to help raise. She loved him too much - her father - and she loved the spirit of her kind-hearted mother that lived on silently in this family to leave the baby. This wonderful baby that she suddenly was sure of possessing the ability, the special power. She was simply sure of it - this baby was a shapeshifter, just like her.



Their meeting (each is around 16 at this time)--
Fedora walked down the streets in the small town of Augusburg, a quaint little place with a few houses, a school building, and many small shoppes and restaurants. Her own town was closed for the Vegas Day Parade, a celebration unique to their region, and so she'd had to come in to Augusburg to get some milk for her father. Amina had wanted to come, but Farrah was taking her to get her hair cut in another city, so she'd not been allowed to. The streets were familiar to Fedora, and she stopped at the traffic light, staring at a car that had caught her eye.
--
Adelardo held the blue leash of Fester, his golden retriever, in one hand and a few loaves of bread in the other. The dog walked ahead of him as he struggled to keep up. He'd been out shopping since earlier this morning because he'd needed an excuse to leave the house. He wanted to take Fester for a walk and pick up a few things on the way to the dog park. Clumsy, Adelardo dropped all of the loaves at one. Fester had been walking so quickly that it'd forced him to balance. His view was directly blocked by the stack of loaves as he continued walking along, nearly dragged by his dog. Adelardo panicked because he could see nothing.

A sudden, bursting crash sent the two daydreamers back into reality. Adelardo and Fedora ran into each other and took the bread and Fester down with them. Nervously, Adelardo laughed, trying to stand up. He wiped his brown hair away from his eyes and bent down to gather up the three loaves of bread that he'd dropped. "I'm so sorry," he said, reaching for her hand to help her up. He looked into her eyes as she reached out and grabbed his hand, using his body weight to pull herself up. "No, it's okay," she replied, dusting herself off. "I'm sure it was my fault anyways," she shrugged. "Usually I'm told that everything's my fault." She noticed a fresh rip in her jeans as she dusted herself off. "I'm sure that's not true," Adelardo laughed, "but are you okay?" He looked down, noticing the rip in her pants. "Sorry about your jeans, too," he said. "I could get you a new pair if you'd like." "No, no," she said. "Chill. It's fine. I like them better this way. And I'm okay, too," she winked. "I'm glad," he said. "I guess that we could blame this guy for this whole thing," he looked down at Fester and pointed with his right index finger. The dog looked up at him with an innocent smile on his face, too cute to be hated. "This cute little guy?" asked Fedora, "No, nothing could be his fault." She reached down and pet the dog on the sides of his head, rubbing his cheeks and causing him to lick her face. Fedora was always much more comfortable around animals than Adelardo was, although her rules were a bit different. Animals all mattered to her, but the creepier the better. She would have had the same reaction if Adelardo had been walking a hairy tarantula on a leash in the middle of Augusburg's shopping centre. "I'm Fedora," she said, her eyes returning back to a bland, glint-less shade. "I suppose I should introduce myself, too," said Adelardo, socially awkward as ever. "I'm Adelardo," he proclaimed matter-of-factly, "and this is Fester the Trouble Maker," he said, pointing once more at the golden dog that awaited him at the other end of the blue leash. "So what brings you here, Addy?" asked Fedora. "Me?" he asked, acting shocked. "Why I live here! I should be asking you the same. After all, I've never seen you around!" he said. Fedora admired his observatory skills. "I'm from Nevocity," she explained, "and I'm here to buy some milk." The statement was so odd, perhaps more awkward than Adelardo himself, that he laughed his heart out. "Milk? Well," he said, taking a few steps backwards, facing her as his eyes met hers straight-on. "I think we can do better than that." And with that, he walked away. Something about Fedora's curiosity led her to follow him.

Adelardo took a sharp turn at the corner towards the right, then made another turn and walked into a door way. Adelardo tied Fester's leash in a tight knot to the post, then walked into the building. A bell jingled as the door of Planet Smoothie opened and the pair walked in. A boy no older than herself came up from behind the counter. "Adelardo!' he exclaimed. "Fancy seeing you here. Should I get you the normal? And who's this pretty lady?" he asked, referring back to Fedora. "Has little Ad got himself a girlfriend?" he asked in a quick, teasing voice. "Matt, shut up," said Adelardo to his friend. "We just met," he said, looking at Fedora with an apologetic sigh, "and you're bound to scare her away." "Shall we have a seat?" asked Adelardo, sitting at the counter. "Oh, sure," said Fedora. She sat the bar stool next to him. "What can I get for you?" asked Matt. "And may I have a name if it isn't a bother? Adelardo isn't considerate enough to introduce us to each other, I see. I suppose I'll take the stand here, then. I'm Matt. And might I say, you're the first girl Ad's ever been able to drag in here?" he said with a laugh. Adelardo shot him down. He didn't seem to believe that he was very funny, but Fedora got a laugh out of it. Matt seemed to be running the shoppe alone today, and Fedora felt bad for him. "Could I have a strawberry milkshake?" she asked him. Matt nodded. Minutes later he came back with two smoothies, one in each hand. He ate so slowly and properly, Fedora noted. She wrote this down on her mental notepad of observations as she flipped to a "fresh page" for a new person. Fedora took slow sips to avoid a brain freeze. "This is delicious," she said, looking first to Adelardo and secondly to Matt. Matt propped his elbows on the other side of the counter. "So, how did you meet my righthand man Addy here?" he asked Fedora. "Has he been treating you well?" he asked. "Matt, really," said Adelardo, rolling his eyes. He couldn't believe how inconsiderate he could be. After all, the two had only met, and Adelardo wasn't sure that she even liked him. They didn't know much about each other, and while Fedora's face told a story, it was unreadable. "Fine," he said, backing off with his hands up. "Just treat her well, a'ight?" he laughed as he went into the back room, probably to serve himself a smoothie.

The pair ended up staying at the smoothie shop, bread and milk completely forgotten. They sat next to each other, inching closer by the minute, until Fedora was practically laying her head on Adelardo's shoulder. As the afternoon came to an end, Fedora realized just how late it had gotten. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I really need to go!" This was, of course, the day that they told a few jokes and shared a few laughs. It was a day worth sharing, and a simple 'we should do this again sometime' led to a friendship that was unbreakable. When Adelardo asked Fedora to be his girlfriend around the fifth time they say each other, she was ecstatic to say yes. Who would have thought that later would come the ambitious "I do's"? Through thick and thin they stuck together, even though their relationship grew rocky...



Where they stand--
"Shut up!" she screamed. My head pounded, and I could hear her voice crack. She'd never yelled at me like this before. Countless fights, endless memories, but nothing was ever this real. "Fedora, please!" I yelled back at the top of my lungs. "Do not scream at me like this." She flipped her head away and refused to look me in the eyes. She shook her head, and a tear rolled down my cheek. It was quite embarrassing that I was the frazzled one. It seemed as though I was the only one upset by our frequent arguments. What were we even fighting about tonight? Oh, that's right. Her intolerable attitude. Her apt to flirt with the next door neighbor, right in front of my eyes. I'd embarrassed her when I'd punched him square in the face? Too bad for him. We were getting married, and Fedora was wearing the ring to prove it as she seduced him. What had I even walked in to? I had no idea. "You're so embarrassing, Adelardo! I can't believe you!" she continued to spit insults at me; her voice was vile. It hurt me to hear her yell at me like this. I winced; I'd had enough. What if I were to simply rip that ring off of her hand? What if I simply told her to call everything off: I'd like my ring back. It wasn't a rash decision. It was a reasonable decision, with the putrid way that she treated me, like I was her object. I was never anything but considerate to her, and she betrayed me. She had tried to tell me that she was simply helping him through something. A load of crap, it was nothing short of that, and I knew it. "I'm embarrassing you!?" I yelled back. "You're screaming at me in an apartment complex. I'm sure of lovely neighbor can hear every detail of our conversation right now!" I said.

"That's if he's even conscious," she said, making another reference to the fact that I'd hit him after seeing him sitting so close to Fedora like it was nothing. She was my fiance; couldn't he respect that? I shook my head sadly, and I walked into the bathroom. I locked the door, and I watched her from the crack underneath the door. She was twirling the ends of her hair. She looked like she was trying to cry, but I knew nothing would come of the production. How could she expect me to love her like I'd always done before if she didn't respect me enough to remain loyal to me? I turned the water on to drown out her occasional whispers; I knew she was thinking aloud. "I love you," I heard her whisper, just before the shower water shot out of the nozzle. Another lone, warm tear rolled down my cheek.

It wasn't what he had thought it was - it really wasn't. I hadn't done anything wrong. I was just trying to get him to do a favor for me, for us. He was a very influential man, you know, and it was very probable that keeping in good favor with him would turn out to give us long-term benefits. Us being Adelardo and I, of course. He was mine after all. I didn't want a different guy. I really didn't. I knew Adelardo couldn't stay in the bathroom for long. He'd run out, and he'd apologize. It wasn't his place to apologize I do suppose. I guess it was mine, but it didn't really bother me much that he'd want to say he was sorry. He humiliated me, and he acted as though I couldn't handle and control myself. That was infuriating to me, but I knew that the way I was built, he'd never have the heart to leave me. He loved me.

I sat, twirling my hair. I would fix everything. We'd talk everything through, and it'd be just like normal. The water shut off, and I heard him unlock the door. The twisting of the knob was distinguishable now that everything was silent again. He looked tired, but as handsome as ever, and he walked over to me and sat next to me on the kind sized mattress. "Babe," he said, taking my hand and setting it in his. I noticed that he made a point to grab my left hand, the hand that held our engagement ring. "I love you-" I cut him off, smiling at him. He looked sad, but forgiving all the same. "I love you too," he said. "And I'm so sorry." That was more like it.
--
Even though the couple is constantly arguing, the pair is inseparable. Fedora is deceitful, but she is truly loving towards Adelardo. She could draw any guy in rather quickly, but she knows that no one would be able to put up with her the way that Adelardo does. Adelardo is so intrigued by her: she's incredibly attractive and she always knows just what to say. But he also loves when she is true to herself. He loves seeing her smile, as rare as it is. He's seen her open up before. He's heard the hurt of her past, and he's also seen the bliss in her eyes. They truly love each other. Fighting each and every night couldn't even break that.



- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc.:
Likes:
• Comfort
Adelardo isn't very emotionally stable, so he likes to be comforted whenever he is sad or distraught. He's not physically or emotionally strong, and he doesn't have very good will power. He loves hugs and kisses, because he likes the feeling of being in someone else's arms. It's strange to say that Adelardo is the more feminine and Fedora the more masculine of their relationship. He's a bit of a wimp, always needing someone else there for him to lean on.
• Food
If there's one thing that Adelardo has, it's a killer appetite. He loves to eat any and all foods, especially meat. This is unique as he once was very picky with food, and he went through a vegetarian phase that lasted several years. Now, however, he likes everything that he can get his hands on. His favorite food of all time is cheese puffs, even though they're fattening and high in cholesterol.
• Affection
Adelardo neesd a lot of affection. If he doesn't receive praise and love, he goes into a very mournful state. He has low self-esteem and must be told that he is doing well frequently, or he is unable to cope with himself. He's very brittle and fragile like a flower, and he needs that "cheery sunshine" to brighten up his day.
• Verity
Adelardo needs certainty. He has some trust issues because he's been hurt in the past by women, by family, and by "friends." Verity and truth play huge parts into his life, because he always needs to know someone before he can really trust them. If he doesn't know for sure that what they're saying is the truth, he'll tend to avoid them.
• Heat
Adelardo's favorite season is summer. He loves heat, and he likes to spend a lot of time outside. He mows the grass for neighbors as he lives in an apartment and has no lawn to care for himself. He likes to visit the pool, and he loves the ability to walk around shirtless, cold drink in hand, all day long! He doesn't sweat very easily, either, so it's easy for him to go out across the street and play a game with friends.
• Fedora
Fedora is actually very destructive to Adelardo's self-confidence, and she often lies to him. This is very contradicting to what he likes, but he loves the honest affection that she gives him and the appearance that she carries. Because of this, he'll always want to keep her around. They seem to click, even when they fight, in the most unbelievable and inseparable ways.



Likes:
• Sunsets
Despite her love of secrets and lies, Fedora still has a deep love for beauty, and a great connection with it. Sunsets are very beautiful, and Adelardo, quite the charmer, once told her that she was as beautiful as a sunset that they'd watched fall over the ocean. She's had a very great love for and connection with sunsets from that day on.
• Islands
Sandy beaches are an environment that Fedora's always been useful. The sand is really great provision for a nice burrow of the sorts, and the palm trees provide adequate shade for two bodies to snuggle in. Islands also means oceans, and that is the best display case for a sunset.
• Love
Fedora has a love-hate realtionship with love itself. It's a funny concept, and she believes that it was made up by some people that couldn't contain their feelings. Sometimes love is a burden to her, but with her great bond with Adelardo, she loves that way that she feels about him, and the way he makes her feel.
• Hate
Fedora conflictingly enough, loves to hate. She is good at expressing darker emotions, but she finds it very hard to express feelings like happiness, thankfulness, or sadness. She can only experience love and hate, the two worst enemies of words themselves. She is willing to take on any one, and to stand anyone up, though she prefers to pull away from society, in an eternal hatred for what it has done to her.
• Deceit
Fedora's quite the trickster. She loves deceit because she knows she can get by with almost anything she does. Deceit and lies can cover up her hurt, and they can cover up the things that she does.
• Adelardo
Adelardo is her ultimate dream. His coat is matted and torn, worn from his lonely adventures, and his heart is battered and broken, much like her own. She can find a lot to relate to him with, even if their pasts were very different. She's very happy that their bad pasts ended in the same outcome, though. Love. A love that she can have faith in and trust. Something that she can really rely on, her and her thousands of secrets. However, you have to remember that Fedora loves to hate. And because the pair so frequently argues, Adelardo is like her fading dream.

Interesting Information:
Adelardo works at a sports bar called Toboggan across the street from the apartment that the couple lives in.

Fedora is a bit of a claustrophobe. Elbow room is to her as golden as silence is to others. She can't stand limited space or small rooms and tunnels without windows. She hates elevators, and she's terrified of them.
so i cross my heart and i hope to die
that i'll only stay with you one more night
and i know i said it a million times
but i'll only stay with you one more night
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[lululizzy23]

Some nice new faces out there c:
Darn you Wes, I was going to go for those two but I know that you'd just beat me.
Oh well, I definitely need to work on a form this round though

[Raineku]

I've actually been really, really wanting to get this girl (i fell in love with her about a week ago) but there have been major family issues at home and so i haven't had any motivation or time to do so >.<

Username: Rain.
Kennel Number: #5 <33
Use: Oh my gosh, anything and everything~ <33 This little girl fills me with so much love i just cannot describe it. Main use would be in my art (as that is where i am most active with my characters) but she will also be used in a lot of literature (that involves both stories and poems) and most likely a few rps along the way.

- About the character -

Name: Mitsuki (Still mulling over this name :\)
Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Cat

Personality:
W.I.P

History/Background:
W.I.P

- Other information -

Art:
W.I.P
Poem:
W.I.P
Likes:
W.I.P
Dislikes:
W.I.P

sexyback

Still wip ^^ <33

[Wesley]

Sorry, Lizzers D:
I can't let them slip away this time! A second chance must mean it's meant to be. x3

Glad to see a form for the star of the CD. c: I have a little idea for her, but I probably won't put in a form. Don't worry, we don't mind WIPs (so long as they get finished! ^^)

[Jericho]

Well that was a nice surprise waking up this morning! HELLO PEOPLE SPAM ME WITH CRITIQUE FORMS!
Congrats to my two fellow critique staff members.

I'm happy to be getting back my wonderful character:


By the way Wes, AMAZING job with the kennels! It's so nice to see all these new faces after so long of seeing the older ones. I hope they can all find nice homes.

[Folmes]

Thanks so much for the position Wes! Feel free to trample me with forms!

By SunlightWolf

Username
The Doctor.

Kennel Number
48

Name
Lexi

On trails of dreams,
with crimson sails,
by way of memories,
with open wings.

High above the mountain tops,
with mixes of snow and rain drops,
soaring, within my sleep,
up over willows as they weep.

Down to the ground,
with milling people all around,
in the wind and clouds surround,
amongst nature's sound.

I'm flying.

~April Self



Gender
Female

Species
Blue Jay Wolf


By C-ren

Written Personality:

The Avian Wolf

Lexi Is often never on the Earth, mostly because the planet is far below her paws.
She is a beautiful wolf but does not look to herself as attractive, but does love her Blue Jay pattern and feathers.
She wears nothing but the fur on her back and the feathers on her wings, though she does like the idea of having a small silver hoop earring.
She has no issues with other animals and is actully quite social, though she normally restrains herself to 3 or 4 friends.


The Leader

Lexi is more of an indenpedent wolf and likes to stick to herself.
Most of the time she can make the best of things or 'walk it off'.
She is consitered loved and respected to her friends and acquaintances.


The Loner

Lexi is often times Enjoys being alone and on her own, believing that just because she is alone doesn't mean she's lonely.
To Lexi, the pattern of a blue jay on her fur and feathers is a sign that she is a symbol of freedom compared to the unfair and hard world around her.
Though she loves being around her friends, she has never been very depended on them and a lot of times disagrees with the choices they make and their lifestyles.
She does enjoy being hard headed sometimes, she feels it gives her a chance to be herself and have a voice and opinion in the world.


The Bird

Lexi has a hard time connecting with other wolves and even her own friends.
She belives the cause is to be that she sees the beauty of the world and her friends haven't due to flying.
Lexi does not look at the world as selfish, conceited, and evil as her friends do.
She likes to look at the world as beautiful, rare, and wonderful, maybe because she has seen its beauty from everywhere, even through the eye of a bird.

Confident :: Independent :: Hardheaded :: Self Respecting :: Natural Leader :: Respectable :: Passive


By ~Erratic~

{INSERT STORY/BACK GROUND HERE}

Why Lexi?

I really just like the name, it came to me naturally when I saw her picture. I did not want to name her something cliché like Skye, Jay, ect. The name I choose doesn't mean anything in a different language, mean anything special, remind me of anyone, it was just pretty. Me naming her Lexi I think actully fits her personality- a normal wolf (with wings) that wants to make a difference in the world and sees the plannet differently than others.

WIP ❤

sexyback

[Wesley]

Haha, I'll trample you all shortly, don't worry. xD

In fact, I'm looking for some crit on my personalities for Adelardo & Fedora at the moment. Once my form is finished, I'll get some opinion from everyone. But for now;
Username: wesleydog
Kennel that you are applying for: 78
Preferred critic: Foxtrot55
What do you wish to get out of this critique? I'd love some opinions on just the personalities that I have so far for Adelardo and Fedora. Are there any large contradictions? If so, how do you think I can fix that? Anything you think that I should add, or even remove? Be crazy harsh, Fox c:
Link to form: viewtopic.php?f=58&t=1379673&start=660#p54560663
pouringrain

[Fighting Alone~]

Bye small puppies :'D



Username: Raven Wings
Name: Nonamed
Gender: On pic. Male and female.
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:

- Do NOT change specie

- You can only adopt them together! ^^

- Keep them brother and sister

- Keep genders

- No changing design

- Love and use them

- Plz, donate back here or give back to me if you dont want them any more

- Keep their parents Ash & Dakota, thought foster parent for them is ok. Ash and Dakota is currently owned by me. Plz, post that info some were.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:

Lines (C) Drizzle

Design (C) ρeαcн тяee

hooper



Username: Raven Wings
Name: Nonamed
Gender: you choose.
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:

- Do NOT change specie

- No changing design

- Love and use her.

- Plz, donate back here or give back to me if you dont want her any more.

- Keep their parents Ash & Dakota, thought foster parent for them is ok. Ash and Dakota is currently owned by me. Plz, post that info some were.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:

Lines (C) Drizzle

Design (C) jpano96

hooper



Username: Raven Wings
Name: Nonamed
Gender: you chose.
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:

- Do NOT change specie

- No changing design

- Love and use her.

- Plz, donate back here or give back to me if you dont want her any more.

- Keep their parents Ash & Dakota, thought foster parent for them is ok. Ash and Dakota is currently owned by me. Plz, post that info some were.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:

Lines (C) Drizzle

Design (C) gemstonethekittycat

hooper

[Queen Vivane]

Fweeeeee blue jay pony. Do want, expect a form at some point <3