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[Charchar2]

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L O N E S T A R



. u s e r n a m e .

My username is Charchar2. Pronounced 'shar-shar-too'. Feel free to call me Char or Charchar. <3

. k e n n e l . n u m b e r .

Lonestar's current home is kennel 194. n____________n

. n a m e .

Lonestar's name is, well, Lonestar, given to him by his previous owner. I think it's a lovely, perfect name, and I have no wish at all to change it. C:

. g e n d e r .

Oh, Lonestar's definitely a boy. I'm not sure exactly why I feel so strongly about this, but I really think he's male. I just can't picture him as being a girl.

. s p e c i e s .

Lonestar is a feral cat; he is of a similar species to the domestic house cat, because his great-great-great-great grandparents were house cats that escaped and adapted to the forest. At this point, though, the house cat blood is so far back that he is not even aware that he is even distantly related to domestic cats. He has entirely adapted to forest life.

His house-cat ancestors were Aegan cats, and he is surprisingly similar, at least in a appearance, to this species, the only main difference being that his eyes are not a shade of green.

The coat of an Aegean Cat is semi-longhaired, without down hair, with a moderate ruff and a rich tail. The Aegean Cat's coat provides good protection during the harsh winter weather and sheds out short for the summer. The coat is bicolor or tricolor; one of the colors is always white, without signs of yellowing and takes up between 1/3 to 2/3 of the body. Other colors can be black, red, blue, cream, with or without stripes. The Aegean Cat is a medium-size breed, with a sturdy and muscular build, without signs of obesity. The body is long, with strong, medium-size feet and round-shaped paws. The tail is moderately long, straight, without kinks. The head is medium-size, wide but not round. The ears have a wide base and rounded tips and are covered by hairs. The eyes have an oriental shape and their color can be any shade of green.

. a g e .

Lonestar is about 15, in human years at least.

. b i r t h d a y .

Lonestar's birthday is January 8th.

. a p p e a r a n c e .

Muscular, with short, snowy white fur. Black diamond on forehead; vertically placed. Black nose. Black ear tips, paw tips, and tail tip. Most noticeable feature; purple eyes, deep and haunted in appearance.

. p e r s o n a l i t y .

|-quiet-|-gentlemanly-|-haunted-|

Lonestar is very quiet most of the time, at least, before you get to know him. He's often lost in thought, gazing off into the distance, thinking about the life he's led. Once he really gets to know you, he'll start to open up; but he's never quite so open as a normal forest cat. He talks regularly to his friends, but no matter what the conversation, you can always hear a little bit of sadness in his voice; just little bit that latched onto his heart and never let go.

He's also very polite, refined, though not in a snobbish way. He has careful manners, never forgetting to say 'please' or 'thank you'. He's quite gentlemanly, always letting ladies first and offering polite greetings. It gives him pleasure to see people happy, and so he always does his best to please others.

Haunted...yes, indeed, looking into Lonestar's eyes you will see a deep pain, surrounded by shadows...haunted, yes. A harsh pain within him, burning at him all the time. He is silent for hours on end, looking into the sky, remembering things no one should have to remember. Filled to brim with sorrow; mysterious and hurt.

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round one adoption form~

[Charchar2]

V E R L O R

username:
Charchar2. C:

kennel number:
He's currently in kennel number 243, with only a few simple requirements. <3


Well, none really, just no major changes to the design. Feel free to add a small accessory or two, but nothing huge.

I mean, gosh, how am I supposed to resist with such simple requirements and such a lovely design? ;______; <33

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name:
I'd like to name him Verlor. <33
I made it up based off the German word, 'verloren' which means lost.
Why lost?
Because to me, he seems sort of lost; not literally, but figuratively speaking.
Caught between two worlds; he can't truly go back to the forest with a metal leg, but he certainly doesn't want to go back to the humans.
Lost.
Verloren.
Verlor. <3

nicknames:
You can call him Ver, or Lore. C:

gender:
Male. Absolutely, definitely. <3

species and/or specific breed:
Ver is a European red fox, although he is slightly larger than most. <3


The red fox has an elongated body and relatively short limbs. The tail, which is longer than half the body length (70% of head and body length) is long, fluffy and reaches the ground when in a standing position. Their pupils are oval and vertically oriented. The fore paws have five digits, while the hind feet have only four and lack dewclaws. They are very agile, being capable of jumping over 2 meter high fences and swim well

Their skulls are fairly narrow and elongated with small braincases. Their canine teeth are relatively long. Female red foxes tend to have smaller than average skulls than males, with wider nasal regions and hard palates, as well as having larger canines. Their skulls are distinguished from those of dogs by their narrower muzzles, less crowded premolars, more slender canine teeth and their concave rather than convex profiles.


personality:
Ver is generally pretty outgoing, despite his hard past. He knows how to laugh at himself, and he's not afraid to admit when he messes up. He is good at comebacks and wriggling out of tight or awkward situations. He can be a little paranoid, though, and refuses to go anywhere near humans, no matter how nice they seem. He also will not talk about his time with humans to anyone at all, no matter what. Still, he definitely has made some friends in the forest, and he's very loyal to them.

history:
It hurt.

That was the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes. Not about my past, living in the forest, not about being tracked by these strange people, not about the strange pin-prick followed by a deep, dreamless sleep.

In my defense, it did hurt pretty badly. As in, huge-amounts-of-pain-searing-through-my-body badly. ‘It’ being, in this case, one of my legs. I twisted around a little to try to see it, but a fresh burst of pain triggered by the movement burst through me and I gasped and dropped my head back down. As I did this, I noticed another unpleasant thing; I seemed to be restrained to the table beneath me. I twisted my front paws aimlessly; whatever it was, it was strong. The table was freezing metal; I could feel it through my fur.

Finally, I decided I needed to know how badly my leg was injured, even if it hurt me to find out. I didn’t know where I was or why; I had to figure out anything I could. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the inevitable pain. Carefully but quickly I twisted my head around, doing my best not to move the rest of my body. A bit of pain tingled down my spine, but none nearly so bad as that I had felt when I had first carelessly turned around.

I came nose to nose with shiny metal. I stared at it in fascination. It was a silvery shade, shiny, with various parts and pieces, and colorful wires running throughout. I’d never seen anything like it before, and I looked at it a second longer before a chilling thought ran through me.

Why am I seeing this when I should be looking at my leg?

I shifted uneasily on the cold table, the restraints digging into my paws, as I thought about it. I was confused. How could this piece of metal be my leg? Last time I checked, my back left leg was a fully normal, healthy fox leg. Then realization swept over me, followed by a wave of horror. Spots danced before my vision, and right there, in that perfectly, disgustingly white room, I passed out.

***
As soon as I opened my eyes I started shaking. I was terrified. What had happened to me?

I stared down at my paws to steady myself, and noted with a certain degree of satisfaction that they were no longer tied to anything. I shook out my back right leg, and it, too, was free. I did nothing about my left one. I didn’t want to think about it. I did my best to block it out of my mind even as it sent waves of pain through me in protest to my slight movement.

The second thing I noticed, much less pleasant, was that I was hungry. No, hungry doesn’t even begin to cover it; I was starving. I don’t know the last time I had eaten, but it was definitely not within the past couple of days. The past week, even. All I could think about was food; any kind of food, anything at all editable. My stomach grumbled and growled, the empty pain in it rivaling that of my leg.

Then I noticed a third thing; at the time I thought it was a marvelous thing, but now I feel nothing but disgust for it. There was a man in the room, a man in a white coat, with stringy black hair and a pointy, bird-like nose. But it wasn’t his presence that interested me so much as what he was holding in his hand. Food.

I started forward, weak with relief towards him and the dish he was carrying. It was probably just dry dog kibble; but I had eaten worse in hard times, and I was so hungry, I would’ve eaten anything at all. I hobbled toward him, carefully keeping my back leg from touching the ground, with an odd jumping, hobbling gait. As soon as I reached him, I whined eagerly and pawed at his coat. I couldn’t quite reach the bowl of food he held.

But Birdman just frowned at me, making clicking noise with his tongue and raising the food higher into the air, making a dismissive gesture. I stared up at him, puzzled. I needed food; he had food. Why couldn’t I have it? Surely he didn’t want it.

Finally he seemed to get tired of waiting. Setting the food down on a table, he bent his knees slightly so that he was eye level with me. It didn’t seem necessary; I’m very tall for a fox, and reached several inches past his waist. He did it anyway.

I looked into his eyes. They were a deep blue that could have looked nice on any other person. But his eyes were calculated and cold, like a machine or a robot. I shivered slightly.

He knelt even lower and tapped the piece of metal that was my leg. I yelped and jumped away from him as I felt a shock of pain. He was persistent, though, and chased me into a corner. Again, he knelt, and then pushed my leg down onto the floor, pulled it up again, then pushed it down.

Fireworks danced across my vision. The pain I felt made everything from before, from the table, feel like child’s play. I was certain I had never felt anything so exquisitely painful. I glowered at him, snarling. He backed up and away from me, as pitiful as I must have looked, cowering in the corner, making noises that sounded more like whimpers than snarls.

Birdman picked up the food again, and the air brought its scent to me, cutting through even the deep pain I was in that was slowly but surely starting to back off. I wanted the food so badly, I could taste it. I made a high-pitched whining sound, knowing that even if I hopped my way over to him, he still wouldn’t left me have the food.

Then he made a gesture with his hand, mimicking the motion of pressing my leg to the ground. In a rush, it all came to me. He wanted me to walk with it!

It seemed ridiculous; I doubted I’d get more than a few steps before I passed out again from the pain. But I needed that food; I just had to try.

Tentatively, I tried to move it. To my astonishment, it moved just like a normal leg would, although it sent shivers of pain through me. Carefully, I pressed it down to the ground. So far, I felt nothing; just a slight ache. Again, I picked it up and pressed it down. So far, so good. I was getting closer to Birdman and the food, and he smiled at me encouragingly, a look of contented satisfaction. I focused myself on the task at hand and took another step.

But that’s when all the pain I had somehow been avoiding came rushing into me. I cried out. Stars filled my vision and I crumpled to the ground. And for the second time that –day?-hour? – in that unfriendly white room, I passed out.

***
When I woke up again, I was still in that same white room. A dull ache filled my leg but it was nothing compared to the full out agony I’d felt just before I passed out. My stomach still growled, but I sighed, resigned.

Then I looked over and noted, with much gratitude, that the bowl of food was right next to me.

***
Birdman came in after I had been sitting for several hours. I hadn’t minded the solitude; in fact, it was a relief to be able to think after all the crazy events happened to me lately. As soon as he came in, I straightened up, my eyes following him warily. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but he held something in his hand. With my immediate problem – hunger – solved, I was able to think a bit more clearly, to notice things.

He sat down, cross legged, several feet from me, still with that same stare of clinical coldness. I stared back at him, hoping that he was at least slightly intimidated by my gaze. I waited a few seconds. He didn’t seem to be. After a few more seconds, I gave up on our staring contest and instead watched as he withdrew two things from inside his blankly colored coat. One was a banana; I could smell it, and I knew the scent well from my frequents to human dumpsters when food was running low. The other didn’t have much of a scent at all; it had rather a lack of scent, similar to the clean antiseptic smell of the room I was currently inhabiting. From what I could see, it was a silvery shade, reminding me of the shimmery shade of the strange guns from which all of this started. It had a darker gray button in the center of it.

He set the strange object on a table next to him, and then held out the banana encouragingly.

“Walk,” he said in a suspiciously sugary voice.

I looked at him skeptically. I knew what he wanted me to do; walk to him using my leg like I had yesterday. But there was no way I was doing that again unless I was absolutely starving. I wasn’t going to go through agony like that just for a banana. He glared at me, for once a hint of expression entering his eyes. I rolled my eyes back at him. There was no way I was going to walk to him and there was nothing at all he could do about it.

Muttering something under his breath, he reached over and picked up the silvery device. He held it very carefully, almost reverentially, and I heard him muttering something under his breath.

“Prototype…only one of its kind…was hoping I wouldn’t have to use it…”

I stared at him fondling the device quizzically, but when he made no response, I zoned out. Suddenly, I was lost in a sea of memories, memories of that fatefully day that seemed so long ago…

***

Verlor is in the forest. His coat shines slightly, glowing a beautiful shade of brown in the setting sun. He smiles contentedly as he pauses for a second, enjoying the sensation of the warm sun on his back and a full stomach, two things that can be very hard to come by here. He wanders happily, not going anyplace in particular, just enjoying himself. Sure, there will be bad times; but why let them ruin this good one? He meanders to the edge of the forest and stops, looking out at the valley. What he sees there puzzles and frightens him, and he tenses up, ready to bolt.

***
I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. If there was one thing I had learned from all this, it was to be attentive around Birdman. Who knew what he’d been up to while I was waltzing down memory lane?

As it seemed, he hadn’t been up to much at all. He was still carefully holding the strange metal device; the only difference was that he was now straightened up to his full height. He was still only slightly taller than me. He sighed, then pressed down on the large grey button. I was curious to see what it would do. For a second, it seemed like nothing.

Then, I looked down and for a split second I noticed a slight tremor, a quaking in my metal leg.

Then I saw nothing more, because I fell down onto the floor in pain. That was one thing I had come to associate with Birdman; pain. And this was extreme; maybe even worse than that I’d felt when I tried to walk. It coursed through my metal leg and into me like an electric pulse. I cried out but he simply sat there, uncaring. Finally, the pain stopped. I gasped until my breathing became regular again.

I pulled myself to my feet; it hurt like crazy, and was probably a dumb thing to do, but this was a matter of pride. I glared at him, and understood what the horrific metal device was for.

Again, he said “Walk,” much less nicely this time. Again, I refused to move. And again, I felt the pain. I didn’t care. I needed to show him he couldn’t control me.

The third or fourth time, though, I couldn’t get back up when I fell. I sat, dazed, as black filled my vision, and again I passed out into a sleep full of dreams.

***

Verlor looks again at the strange, upsetting thing down in the valley, willing it to be gone, to have just been a trick of his imagination. The sun is beginning to set; the dark scenery all around is tinted with orange. He should be getting to his den, but he doesn’t want to leave the clearing unattended.

In it are several large vans, a shiny silver shade. People stream out of them, all dressed in the color of new snow. Verlor knows this color; it is the color of winter, the season of cold and starvation. He shudders. Little does he know that these people are worse even than his least favorite season.

The strange people are milling around, seeming to be doing nothing suspicious. But Verlor knows they are up to something. Humans always are. He steps out of the trees, determined to scare them off, chase them away from his, and many other foxes’, homes. But a shout goes up, and very quickly all the humans are moving towards him, not away as he had hoped.

***
My eyes flew open and I gasped, instantly searching the room for any sign of Birdman. But he was nowhere to be found; and that simply made me even more nervous. I began pacing nervously. A tiny bit of pain shot up my leg, but it certainly didn’t hurt as badly as I’d expected. Perhaps I was getting used to it?

Either way, I was still pacing half an hour later when Birdman suddenly opened the door and rushed into the room. He seemed disheartened. “Walk,” he said flatly. I walked carefully from one side of the room to the other, doing little more than continuing my pacing. A greedy smile lit up his face. “Stop,” he said, and I stopped instantly.

We practiced for hours, until, finally, he was satisfied. Then he left.

It was dark; I slept.
***

Terrified, Verlor races through the trees, dry leaves scampering beneath his feet. But the humans give chase too, following him into the dark depths of the forest. Verlor runs until his breath is coming out in gasps, his paws sting; he runs until he can run no farther; and then he runs still more. Finally, he pauses, his ears pricked for any sound. He steps into a shady grove, a wave of relief washing over him as he realizes he must have lost them.

He turns around and finds himself staring one straight in the face. He hears a tiny ping…then everything goes black.

***
I woke up quickly, as soon as Birdman entered the room. His eyes were glowing in the same way they had been that night, that night that changed everything…I shook my head, willing the thought away. Now was not the time. “Walk,” he commanded, a sly sneer creeping onto his face. I did as I was told, following him through several hallways until we reached a large, wooden door.

I could tell he was nervous. He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t hide the smell emanating off of him, like a beta facing an alpha for the first time. He knocked slowly on the door, the sound emanating hollowly. “Come in,” a voice answered from inside. It was deep and loud. The alpha? I followed Birdman inside, curious to see how their human system of power worked.

The Alpha was sitting behind a large wooden desk, made out of, I guessed, the same wood as the door Birdman had just knocked on. “Stage one of the testing is finished, sir,” Birdman said in a nasal, whining voice that I found even more irritating then his usual ones. The Alpha frowned. He didn’t seem to believe Birdman. Birdman frowned, too. If the Alpha was unhappy with him, he was unhappy. Perhaps human social hierarchy was not so confusing as I had thought.

“Very well then,” the Alpha boomed. “Show me.”

Birdman nodded nervously, picking me up and placing me on a metal table. “Walk,” he commanded, his voice shaking slightly. I padded obediently from one end of the table to the other, barely feeling the pain, my mind working furiously. He turned and grinned at the Alpha, who was looking him right in the eye now, obviously pleased. “Well!” He said. “That certainly turned out better than I could have hoped! Should we get more foxes soon, do more tests?”

Birdman nodded, a large grin spreading across his face. Approval; it’s a wonderful thing. He and the Alpha lapsed into a long talk about the pros and cons, profits, etc. I continued pacing, forgotten.

I’m not sure exactly what made me attack him. It was a blur, a rush of fury that burst through me, and I, having no better plan for getting out of this place, jumped off the table with a snarl and launching myself onto his back. He flipped out of his conversation with a gasp, and I enjoyed the unmistakable look of surprise on the Alpha’s face.

Before they could react, I crashed through a window – the shattered glass was harsh and biting against my pelt, but I didn’t care, I was running, flying, escaping, invincible—and within seconds I was pounding through the forest.

The wind was cold, my breath came out in icy puffs; but I was happy.

I was free.

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likes:

-quiet things
-being in the forest
-being with his friends
-rivers
-being FAR away from any human civilization
-mangoes
-birds

dislikes:

-humans
-scientists
-labs
-metal
-buildings
-human civilization
-strawberries
-dog food
-cats


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use:
Use? Goodness, I would have so many uses for Verlor. First off, a muse; I can never think up anything to draw, but as I soon as I saw him, I just knew I'd love drawing him. I'd draw him, write about him, daydream about him, and, of course; love him <3

reason:
I want Verlor because I just feel so attached to him. He's so handsome, so fun to draw, and he has such a painful backstory; I feel really connected to him. I want to be there for him, to help him recover, find friends. I want to draw him, write about him, and doodle him during class. I want him to be mine and I want to be his.
In short? I just want to love him. <33

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round one adoption form

[Charchar2]

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[Charchar2]

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[albinny trancy]

Username: Th13f
Kennel Number: 69~
Use: As a main character for my newest comic~
- About the character -
Name:
Gender:
Species and/or specific breed:
Personality:
History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
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[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Chrysalis

Kennel Number: 100

- About the character -
Name [of pet]: Rainbow Falls

Gender [of pet]: Female

Breed/Species [of pet]: Winged unicorn aka Pegacorn or Alicorn

Personality [of pet]: She is a bit messed up in the head which causes her to see things nobody else can which drives her toward insanity. Rainbow Falls is a bright and cheeky female. She's always cheerful but irritates easily and does tend to snap when she's in a bad mood. Sometimes she does get carried away when she teases another and that can get her into trouble which she can wriggle her way out of it if she finds the right words. She gets high being nasty when her mood approves of it

Background/History [of pet]:

Use [for pet]: The art of story writing and the drawing art of course. I'll order art of her of course. RP character as I'll see if I can't find something that suits her <3

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

Likes:

Dislikes: boring things, the color grey,

Mate: None

Age: 19

Appearance: Looks can be deceiving
A coat the color of starlight, a mane and tail as bright as a rainbow, a matching horn adorns the forehead while stockings of the same bright rainbow, mark each of the four snow white legs. Rainbow fur and feathers connect a beautiful pair of wings to the tall slender body
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[Electriic]

[picture of desired pet]

Username:
Cuteblueroo

Kennel Number:
185

Use:

- About the character -

Name:
Ivory

Gender:
Male

Species and/or specific breed:
American Shorthair

Personality:

History/Background:

- Other information -

Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:

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[Electriic]

Reserved C;

[Electriic]

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[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Chrysalis

Kennel Number: 137

Use: The art of story writing and the drawing art of course. I'll order art of her of course

- About the character -
Name: Caruso

Gender: Female

Species and/or specific breed:

Personality: Wild and free this wolf doesnt like to play by all the rules. She'd rather play than work and can often be found practicing various tones of voice in order to shock others speechless or leave them a stuttering mess. Caruso gets a kick out of teasing males and will do anything to see them falter and stammer, she's not opposed to pulling out all the tricks she can think of to get them so riled up they can barely control themselves. She finds it hard to restrain her jealous nature and that often gets her into trouble which is nearly always difficult to get out of. Her temper is icy cold and it seems sometimes that her glares could freeze a living being. Caruso is almost always causing trouble whether she can get out of it easily or not doesn't matter it's still so much fun to do. She'd rather not settle down until she finds the male is her perfect match.

Caruso seems to just find trouble wherever she goes , one wrong comment or even a look can set her off into one of her funny turns.

History/Background: Why do they do this? I wondered to myself as the horrid two legged creatures strapped me down onto a table to conduct more horrific experiments upon my body. I made not a sound as the sharp metal penetrated my skin, I was more than used to the pain so I just bore it in silence instead of wasting my breath on screams and snarls of pain.


- Other information -

Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
Likes:

Dislikes:

Age: around 2 years old

Appearance: Before the experiments she was an ordinary grey wolf nothing special or weird about her. A grey pelt with darker shades blended in here and there with the basic brown wolf eyes. After the first experiment her coat turned a pure starlight white. The second one made odd markings appear on her coat just grey but gradually turning green. After the third experiment Purple markings appeared and four small black spines grew up out of her back, the last thing was for her eyes to turn an eerie blood red.
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Round one adoption form

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