The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Offended Cockatiel]

88 XDsrry spam! I should edit this so it says somethi relatvent...uhm check out mah entry on pg 78...or something like that. xD

[Kickin' up dirt]

Hey wesleydog I thought you got the peacock dog?
Gonna have to go for 88 and 92 sometime XD

Nope. I got the goat hybrid and the deer. :3
Anyways, you should totally go for them. :3 Glad you like my cat. ;D

I see :3 Hehe,that lineart is so cute,I have a bobtail charrie in that lineart,sorta looks like that one :3 I won it from SLAP :3

[Wesley]

I know, right? Well good luck. I can NOT wait for cady to finish her donations! <3 They're going to be the BEST! ;D

[Offended Cockatiel]

So...you don't like any of the others?like others people spent there time on?

[Wesley]

So...you don't like any of the others?like others people spent there time on?

Of course I do! c:
What makes you think that?
I love all of your's, and Darry's, and tanner's, and Risika's, and Invisible's, and Penguin's, and cady's, and Bird's, and Swirl's, and Soul's, and Bliss's, and everyone else's! I just know that no one else is donating a mercat!

[Offended Cockatiel]

An you'r point being?Meracats are ttly awsome!and every ones too.

[Wesley]

I know. So I'm saying I'm excited about cadycatt donating a mercat. I guess I don't see what's wrong with that..? :s

[Shimmerleaf]

Username:
Shimmerleaf
Kennel Number:
64
Name [of pet]:
Cantik
Origin of Name:
Indonesian
Meaning of Name:
Dainty
Nickname(s):
Tik
Gender [of pet]:
Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Fox
Personality [of pet]:
Curious: Tik's a curious fellow. He loves to explore, but he takes things one step at a time, never overstepping his reach, never 'biting off more than he can chew'. He knows him limits, but he likes to explore within those limits as much as he can. He has restraint, and can convince himself not to explore, but it is a pleasure of his to discover new things, like new flowers or bugs.
Calm: Tik is not one to get hyper or overly excited. He is always calm and collected. He can always think things through, no matter how panicked others might get. Others find this quite odd. He never shows any excitement beyond mild curiosity, but no one know what he is really feeling.
Young: Tik may not be a child, but he has a child-like feel to him. He is not in a relationship, but he shows no interest in one. His curiosity could be compared to a young child, and that is what makes him so unique. He is still a young fox, but he is not a child anymore, more like a young adult. But he still has, and probably will always have, the mind of a young child.
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Background/History [of pet]:
"All I can say is that
My life is pretty plain.
I like watching the puddles
Gather rain."
Cantik was born in a small fox hole. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unusual. Almost everyone has an interesting story about something that happened on the day of their birth. Tik does not. Nothing interesting, nothing unusual, happened. Tik's mother gave birth normally. There were no problems, no issues, no major disasters. She gave birth to four healthy kits on the 21st of April.
"And all I can do is
Just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view,
But it's not sane."
His childhood wasn't too impressive, either. His brothers and sister were all rough, but Tik loved to sit by himself in the shade of the trees and smell the flowers, and watch the bugs. He was never the rough, fighting type. His brothers and sister thought him to be boring, so they left him to his own devices.
"It's not sane.
It's not sane."
Not that Tik got into trouble on his own. No, he was quiet and calm, and he could sit under those trees for hours. He loved to lift up logs and observe the bugs underneath. They fascinated him. By mid June, he could identify twelve different bugs by their coloration, body structure, and the flowers they were attracted to. Not that anyone cared, but Tik enjoyed the knowledge.
"I just want someone
To say to me,
No oh oh oh.
I'll always be there when you wake.
You know I like to keep my cheeks
Dry today.
So stay with me and
I'll have it made."
Most of his life was like that. He never really needed company, and he learned more and more, just by watching nature. It was his hobby, his joy, to learn things. He was not the best at hunting, and certainly not great at fighting, but he could tell you anything you wanted to know about the subdivisions of beetles or which flowers bees preferred. And he was happy with that.
"And I don't understand
Why I sleep all day
And I start to complain
That there's no rain.
And all I can do is
Read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away
But it's a great escape."
Now here comes the surprise ending... No. There is no surprise ending. Nothing dramatic, no unexpected twists. Tik never wanted more than he had. He was happy, and he didn't want it to ever change. And it wouldn't.
"Escape....
Escape....
Escape...."

(Lyrics from "No Rain" by Blind Melon.)

Use [for pet]:
Why do I want Cantik? It's simple, really. I was scrolling through the kennels when I found this little guy. I immediately fell in love with him, but tried to convince myself not to try for him, as I have many charries who sit without use, and I do not want this little guy to go to waste. However, after seeing him again and again, I decided that I would try for him, with the logic "he'd be my first fox charrie". Indeed, he would. He would be used, and loved. I would order art of him in every fox lineart I could find.
Other:
Sorry, just couldn't resist. I fell in love with him, and, well, I don't have any fox charries yet... *guilty face*
Keep this here. :'D




Username:
Shimmerleaf
Kennel Number:
73
Name [of pet]:
Richter
Meaning of Name:
The Richter Scale is used to measure earthquakes.
Nickname(s):
None, really, but occasionally Rich or Rick.
Gender [of pet]:
Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Wolf, though in the story, he is portrayed like a human, as are the other characters.
Personality [of pet]:
Optimistic: Richter is one of those guys that is always in a good mood. He never seems down, to the point of being an annoyance to others. He looks on the bright side of things all the time.

Humorous: Richter loves a good joke. He will always try to use humor to lighten up a bad situation. He tries to find new jokes all the time, and loves to laugh, too.

Determined: Nothing can put Richter down. He will always try to reach his goals, but in a fun and casual way. He doesn't get discouraged easily, and can keep pushing a subject until it goes his way.

Background/History [of pet]:

"Tricorder?" asked 6 of 19, holding her hand out. Richter handed her the piece of equipment, and she opened it and began scanning the power conduit. He sat there, just watching her. She snapped the instrument shut, causing Richter to jump, startled.
"Is something wrong, Lieutenant?" the former Borg drone asked. Richter smiled and laughed a little bit. "Nothing's wrong, 6," he responded, amused. 6 of 19 looked at him, slightly confused and a bit annoyed, well, as annoyed or confused as a former Borg could get.
"My designation is 6 of 19, Secondary adjunct of Unimatrix 7," 6 of 19 explained. Richter laughed again. "Not any more, 6. You're part of the crew now. You're not Borg anymore." 6 of 19 just gave him a straight look that he knew meant she was not going to understand his humor.
They climbed out of the Jeffrey's tube, the power conduit fixed. Richter closed the hatch behind them, and they walked down the corridors. Richter tried to make chit chat with 6 of 19, but that is not an easy thing to do with a Borg.
"So, where are you going now?" Richter asked, trying to make conversation.
"To my quarters," replied 6 of 19, emotionless. She quickened her stride. Richter did, too, and caught up to her.
"What are you going to do there?" he asked.
"Regenerate," she responded, starting to sound the slightest bit annoyed. She turned a corner and walked into a turbolift.
"Well... Have fun with that!" called Richter as the turbolift doors closed. He sighed. "Just as untalkative as ever," he muttered. He laughed to himself, and continued on his way.
As Richter walked past Sickbay, he poked his head in. "Mornin', Doc!" he called, waving his hand.
"Wait a minute, come in here Richter!" called Doctor Frank Getts, the ship's doctor. Richter paused and walked back a few steps. He turned and entered Sickbay.
"What is it, Frank?" asked Richter. Dr. Getts, a tall, young man with black hair and brown eyes, stood in Sickbay, bent over a biobed. He stood up when Richter entered. "Ah, yes, Richter," he said, smiling slightly. "I need to ask a favor of you."
"Sure, anything," Richter grinned.
"I need you to get 6 of 19 to come in for her physical. She doesn't like to get her checkup, and I need to make sure there's nothing wrong with her." Richter's grin got a bit smaller. 6 of 19 was hard to convince of anything, let alone something she already didn't want to do. But he nodded and said, "Sure thing, Doctor," turning to exit Sickbay.
"I hope you have more luck than I did," muttered Dr. Getts as his friend went off to look for the former Borg.

~~~~~~~

Richter found 6 of 19 in Engineering. He walked in, and nearly banged into her as she was walking out. She just walked right past, though, not stopping to even say "Sorry for almost banging into you" or anything. Richter turned and followed her down the corridor to the turbolift. She entered and the doors were closing when he called, "Hold the door!" and ran into the turbolift, the doors closing behind him.
"Deck 5," 6 of 19 said as the hum of the turbolift began and they were carried up. She stood and stared at the doors, not doing anything.
"Deck 5?" asked Richter. "What are you doing there?"
"Repairing a damaged gel pack," she replied, no emotion showing on her face.
Richter remembered what the doctor had told him. "Dr. Getts says you need to go in for a physical," he said casually. 6 of 19 continued to stare at the doors.
"I do not need a physical. I am perfectly fit," she said, her tone still not changing.
"According to the Doc, you do," Richter retorted. "Just go. It'll only take five minutes."
"Five minutes which could be spent working, or regenerating," 6 of 19 responded. Richter sighed. There was no convincing her!
"Just go for the doctor. He'll feel better and have less stress on himself if you go," Richter tried to convince her again. 6 paused, pondering that, then said, "Very well."
6 of 19 looked at Richter, then returned her gaze to the turbolift doors. "Halt turbolift," she said. Once it had slowed to a halt, she ordered, "Deck 7."
Richter smiled as the hum of the turbolift resumed. It stopped at deck 7, and 6 of 19 exited. "Have a good day!" he called after her, but she didn't look back, and the doors closed, leaving him alone in the turbolift.
"Deck 3," he said. The turbolift started again, and before long he was standing at the door to his quarters. Richter entered his quarters and sat down on the couch with a thud. He then got up and headed over to the replicator. "Iced tea," he ordered, and his drink materialized before him. He picked up the glass and carried it back to the couch, sipping as he went. He sat down and put his legs up on the table, crossing his legs and leaning his head back.
The door sounded. "Come in," called Richter, putting his feet down on the floor and placing his iced tea on the table. It was Dr. Getts who entered Richter's quarters. He walked in and plopped down on the couch beside Richter.
"How did you do it?" the doctor asked incredulously. "She came in for her physical." Richter knew he was referring to 6 of 19. "I just talked to her," he said, smiling. "I always have a few tricks up my sleeve." He looked at the doctor. "Want anything, Frank?" he asked. Frank Getts shook his head. "No, I'm good," he said. "But thanks for the offer."
RIchter shrugged and picked up his glass of iced tea, sipping it quietly. The doctor just sat quietly.
Suddenly, the ship shook. Richter dropped his glass, and it shattered on the floor. He and Dr. Getts immediately stood up. "Richter to the Captain," he said as he pressed his combadge. "What's going on?"
Dr. Getts hurried to the door. "I'd better go," he said, but as he reached the door, the ship shook again, and he was thrown on the floor of the corridor.
"Captain?" asked Richter, moving to help the doctor up. He was grabbing Frank's hand when the captain finally responded. "Sorry about that. We're being fired upon. Please report to the bridge." Richter pulled Dr. Getts up to his feet and headed towards the turbolift, telling the captain, "I'm on my way."

~~~~~~~

When Richter entered the turbolift, 6 of 19 was in there. "Nice seeing you again," he joked. 6 of 19 ignore him. "So much for that," he muttered under his breath. He sighed. The doors opened at Engineering, and 6 of 19 exited. Then Richter was left alone, away from the commotion outside.
The turbolift doors opened again, and Richter stepped out into the bridge. The Captain was standing in front of his chair, and the first officer was seated in hers. The helmsman was pressing buttons frantically. There was an ensign at navigation, but when Richter entered, she got up, and he took his place beside Lieutenant Barres, the helmsman. She gave him a quick smile before turning back to the controls.
The ship shook for a third time as the enemy vessel fired again. "Shields down to 36 percent!" yelled the Tactical Officer. The Captain paced the bridge anxiously, holding on to a railing as the ship was tossed again. "Hail them!" he ordered. A face appeared on the viewscreen.
Richter's first thoughts? 'Wow, those guys are ugly...' But he knew not to judge them by their looks, as they obviously had stronger weapons than the Venturer. The alien on the viewscreen was a murky turquoise color, like polluted water. His cheeks, if he had cheeks, were being stretched down, like bags hanging from his face, and they attached to his neck. His right ear was pierced, and he had black tattoos on his neck.
"You have entered Vasquin space. Prepare to be boarded."
The Captain of the Venturer winced, whispering to the First Officer, "Not the most pleasant greeting." Then he turned back to the viewscreen. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your space," he said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. The alien scowled. "Prepare to be boarded," he repeated, and the viewscreen went blank with a beep.
"Security, secure the ship. Prepare for intruders," ordered the Captain. The Chief of Security stood up and raced to the turbolift. Just then, however, the aliens materialized in the bridge. They held odd weapons, which they pointed at the bridge crew.
"Surrender your ship for inspection."

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Use [for pet]:
Alright. I've convinced myself to go for this beauty. He caught my eye when I was first scrolling through the kennels, and I have not been able to stop thinking about him ever since. His design is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. I have finally found a way to use him and not let him rot, and I am very pleased with myself for that.
Richter would eventually become the mate of one of my charries, 6 of 19. If you have ever watched Star Trek, you would know the Borg. 6 of 19 is a rescued Borg who joins the crew of the U.S.S. Venturer. Richter would be a crew member already on board. They would be colleagues, and Richter would have a crush on her. However, she shows no emotion as a former Borg, so he would work to get her to like him. Eventually, her shell would crack and she would love him back.
For the point of the story, I am portraying each character as a human/humanoid. This guy would still be a character of mine, and a mate for 6 of 19's wolf form, but they would be more of the Fursona's of the story characters, not actually in the story themselves as wolves.
(You can see 6 of 19 and her full personality in my Charries page, link in my siggy)

Other:
I am really truly sorry, SheWolf13. I couldn't resist. Please don't hate me for it, cousin.

And credit goes to Star Trek for the ideas and settings.
Keep this here. :'D

[Wesley]

-dies- Thank you so much, Shimmerleaf! I loved him to death, but had no room for him, and I was terrified no one would apply for him! You choosing him makes me feel so special. c;

[Shimmerleaf]

Really? Why would no one want him? I fell in love with him the moment I saw him, but felt guilty trying to adopt YET ANOTHER charrie, as I have so many... I told myself that I will order him in every fox lineart I see, since he would be my first fox charrie.